Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

Apparently Dudley had terrified them.

At this moment Scarlett Jones broke the silence.

"Sorry to interrupt, but... of course you know where your nephew is going, don't you?" she asked bewilderedly.

"Of course we know!" said Vernon Dursley. "Of course he's going with the likes of you, isn't he? His godfather, the murderer... Well, Dudley, let's get in the car, You heard the man say, time is running out."

Vernon Dursley strode up to the front door again, but Dudley didn't follow, and Dursley had to stop again.

"Go with a few people like us?"

Before he could speak, Heska seemed annoyed.

Harry had encountered this attitude before, and wizards seemed shocked to see such indifference from the famous Harry Potter's closest relatives, which seemed to be the most difficult thing for them to accept.

"Forget it!" Harry persuaded, "It's nothing, it's really nothing."

"Nothing?" Heska followed up, her voice raised very high, with an ominous tone, "How could it be nothing? Do these people know what you have been through? Do they know what danger you are facing? Do they know that you are Unique place at the heart of the anti-Voldemort movement? We are not fleeing in disgrace, we are fighting, saving the wizarding world, saving this country, you are a hero, Harry!"

"Well, no, they don't," said Harry. "Actually, they probably thought I was a piece of shit, but it's okay, I'm used to it."

"I don't think you're trash."

Harry probably wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen Dudley's lips move.

He stared at Dudley for a few seconds before finally admitting that it was Dudley who was talking, at least he saw Dudley's face flushed, and Harry himself was embarrassed and surprised.

"Oh, oh, thank you, Dudley."

Dudley seemed to be dealing with some inexpressible thoughts again, didn't know what to say, opened his mouth for a long time, and finally murmured, "You saved my life."

"You can't say that!" said Harry. "It's mainly because of me, and besides, it was your soul that the Dementor was trying to take..."

He looked at his cousin curiously. This summer vacation and last summer vacation, they had almost no contact. Harry returned to Privet Drive for a short time and always stayed in his room. After Sirius warned, De The Seeleys also strictly kept Dudley away from Harry, especially after the dementor attack.

Knowing this, Harry vaguely realized that the cup of herbal tea he kicked might not be a prank at all. Although he was very moved, he was relieved to see that Dudley's ability to express his feelings seemed to have been exhausted.

Dudley opened his mouth, blushing, and said nothing.

Aunt Petunia burst into tears and rushed over.

Hestia Jones looked at her approvingly, but she didn't expect that Aunt Petunia rushed to hug Dudley instead of Harry, and Hestia's face was full of anger.

"So, so good, Dada..." She cried against Dudley's broad chest, "What a, what a cute child, who will, will say thank you..."

"He didn't say thank you at all!" said Hestia angrily. "He just said he didn't think Harry was worthless!"

"Yeah, but it came out of Dudley like 'I love you'," said Harry.

Aunt Petunia continued to hold Dudley tightly, as if Dudley had just rescued Harry from a burning house, and Harry looked annoyed and amused.

At this time, Uncle Vernon walked over impatiently.

"Shall we go!" he growled, and then looked at Harry unnaturally, "Listen, boy, I don't think you're trash either, but I don't like you, yeah, don't know Has anyone ever said that you look a lot like your dad, a lot, since we first met that night 18 years ago, I've recognized what kind of guy he is, arrogant, powerless, bad manners, likes to tease people, you It is almost carved out of the same mold as him, and it is just as annoying when I was a child, but...Damn it, whether we can go or not, isn't time tight!"

He waved his hand vigorously, but the following words could not continue.

Harry was stunned, too, when Uncle Vernon mentioned that he and his father had first met eighteen years ago, and no one had ever told him about it.

Obviously, that meeting was not a pleasant one.

Eighteen years ago, it was the year his parents graduated from Hogwarts, and it was also the year his parents got married.

A lot happened that year, and Uncle Vernon's hatred for Harry seemed to stem from it.

Chapter 1547 The Hatred of the Past

Harry never saw his uncle and aunt in the photos Sirius gave of his parents' wedding.

They hadn't made it to the wedding, but from what he knew of his parents, there was no way her mother hadn't invited the Dursleys.

Judging from Uncle Vernon's tone, maybe there was a problem when the two sides met for the first time...

In the past, Harry would have tried to figure it out, figured out what his father said to Uncle Vernon, or made Uncle Vernon apologize to his father, and if he was more excited, he would take out his wand and do something to his uncle What, like this time three years ago, he blew up his aunt.But it doesn't matter now, he knows his father a little bit, and knows that he is not as perfect as he imagined before.

Maybe it wasn't Uncle Vernon who was wrong...

For Harry at this time, the past hatred of the Dursleys was nothing!

Although he was still reluctant to admit it, Harry actually forgave them in his heart, or didn't take it to heart.

The most important thing he saw in his heart in the past has become less important as he grows older.

Once, he tried everything possible to integrate into this family, and to get the approval of his uncle and aunt.

However, time and time again, he only got disappointment and unfair treatment, and that growing disappointment and hatred.

Until now, Harry still remembers those thoughts when he was a child, but it doesn't matter now, there is a wider world waiting for him.

Looking back, he has been imprisoned in this small house, and his uncle and aunt are not as bad as he once imagined.

They had their opinions, just like most Muggles had attitudes towards wizards, and the Dursleys took Harry in even though they knew it would be dangerous.

For a Muggle family, that's a remarkable move.

You know, they could have sent Harry to the orphanage at that time, just like what Voldemort experienced, even with Dumbledore's letter...

16 years ago, Voldemort personally selected Harry and gave him a mark, but his misfortune was not copied to Harry.As Dumbledore once said, his childhood in the Dursleys may not have been so good, but he was still protected, raised, and learned what love is!

yes, love!

Harry remembered what Ivan said to himself again, and persuaded him to apologize to Snape for his father. Although he felt that he might never forgive Snape in his life, the Dursleys were not Snape. Pu, some words are actually not as difficult as imagined.

"If my dad said anything unreasonable to you back then, I apologize for him." Harry suddenly said to Uncle Vernon, his voice was very low, but it was heard clearly in the ears of everyone present, "and ,goodbye!"

Vernon Dursley froze suddenly, as if he didn't expect Harry to say that.

For a moment, he stared blankly at Harry, wondering what he was thinking, and then waved his hands irritably.

"Boy, what nonsense are you talking about, I...dammit, are we going to leave?! It's been a long time." Dursley left the room unnaturally.

"Yes, yes!" said Dedalus Diggle, who had looked at these scenes in a daze just now, and seemed to have failed to understand the strange relationship between Harry and the Dursleys. Urging, he seemed to come back to his senses, "We really have to go, Harry..."

He hurried forward and squeezed Harry's hand tightly with both of his.

"I wish you good luck, I hope we will have a period in the future, and the hope of the wizarding world rests on your shoulders."

"Oh!" said Harry. "Okay, thanks."

"Goodbye, Harry!" said Hestia, also holding his hand tightly, "we will miss you."

"Hope everything goes well," said Harry, glancing at Aunt Petunia and Dudley.

"Oh, I'm sure we'll be good friends," said Diggle cheerfully, waving his hat, and leaving the drawing room.

Hestia followed, and at that moment Dudley broke loose from his mother's arms and walked towards Harry.

Harry had to resist the urge to threaten him with magic, and Dudley held out his fat, pink hand.Aunt Petunia's sobbing resumed, and Harry held out his hand. He felt that Dudley had changed a lot, but since even he had said those things to Uncle Vernon just now, it didn't seem to matter.

Their relationship has changed since Harry rescued Dudley from the dementors.

"Goodbye, Harry," said Dudley, who suddenly came up to give Harry a hug. "I'll miss you."

"Okay... I'll miss you too, maybe..." Harry said uncertainly, breaking away from Dudley's embrace, "Take care, Brother D."

Dudley almost smiled, and staggered out of the living room.

Harry heard his heavy feet on the gravel driveway, and then the door slammed shut.

Aunt Petunia, who had been hiding her face in her handkerchief, looked up at the sound.

At this time, only the two of them were left in the living room.

She didn't seem to expect to be alone with Harry, and hurriedly pocketed the wet handkerchief, saying, "Well, goodbye."

Then, without looking at Harry, she strode toward the door.

"Goodbye," said Harry.

Aunt Petunia stopped and turned around.For a moment, Harry had a strange feeling that Aunt Petunia wanted to say something to him: she looked at him oddly and timidly, as if hesitating to speak, but then she jerked her head and rushed out. door, chasing her husband and son.

Looking at the empty living room, Harry had an inexplicable feeling that he had never felt so empty in the past 16 years.

Farewell, Uncle Vernon!

Goodbye, Aunt Petunia!

Goodbye, Dudley!

Harry ran upstairs to his bedroom and rushed to the window just in time to see the Dursleys' car turn across the driveway and onto the road, with Dedalore's top hat on the back seat between Aunt Petunia and Dudley, The car turned right at the end of Privet Drive, the windows glowed fiery red in the westering sun, and then disappeared.

Harry picked up Hedwig's cage, picked up his Firebolt and backpack, and took a last look at the unnaturally neat bedroom, then went crookedly downstairs to the living room, and put the birdcage, broom and backpack on the stairs by the feet.

The light quickly dimmed, and the living room looked shadowy in the twilight.

There was such a silence that Harry stood here knowing he was leaving the house for good, and it was strange.

The inexplicable feeling when we parted just now reappeared and became extremely strong.

Long ago, the Dursleys went out to play and left him alone at home, and those few hours alone were a rare treat: a quick treat from the fridge, then rush upstairs, play Play Dudley's game console, or turn on the TV and choose whatever channel you want.

Thinking of those times, he felt an inexplicable melancholy in his heart, as if thinking of a little brother who had been lost.

That was his childhood, the memory of him being part of the Dursleys, and now, all of that is gone!

Chapter 1548 Transfer

Harry was the only one left in the empty house, and an inexplicable sadness was brewing in his heart.

"Don't you want to take a look at this place for the last time?" Harry suddenly asked Hedwig, the voice echoed in the empty house, Hedwig ignored him, and Harry continued on his own, "We will never come here again Here it comes, Hedwig, don't you want to reminisce about all those happy times? I mean, look at this doormat by the door and think about the past... After I rescued Dudley from the dementors, He vomited on this mat... Unexpectedly, he still knows how to be grateful, can you believe it? And that summer, I saw the first letter from Hogwarts here, my admission letter, unfortunately I Didn't see it at the time. You can't imagine that a few days later, letters from Hogwarts would fill the house with owls everywhere. Oh, and last summer, Dumbledore walked through that front door... ..."

Harry lost his train of thought, but Hedwig didn't help him get it back. It still hid its head under its wings and didn't move.

Harry turned from the front door and walked a few brisk steps forward to the place.

It used to be the only space in this house that belonged to him, but after he went to Hogwarts to study, he left this place, and the once extremely familiar space faded in his memory, just like the paintings and calligraphy from a long time ago, leaving only Under yellowed colors and memories.

"Down here, Hedwig..." Harry opened a door under the stairs, the long-lost door, "right here, this is where I used to sleep! You didn't know me then! God Oh, it's so small, I don't even remember..."

Harry looked at the piles of shoes and umbrellas, and remembered the days when he woke up every morning and looked up at the bottom of the stairs, where there would always be a spider or two hanging there.

In those days, he still knew nothing about his real identity, he hadn't figured out how his parents died, and he didn't understand why those strange things often happened around him.Harry still remembers the dreams that haunted him all those years ago: wild dreams upside down, green lights flickering, and once...

When Harry talked about the dream, Uncle Vernon nearly crashed his car because he dreamed of a flying moped...

But just for saying that, he was severely punished by Uncle Vernon.

How can a motorcycle fly? !Magic, that didn't exist in Uncle Vernon's head.

In other words, he didn't want to believe that if a time limit was added, it would be forever.

Harry looked at the small, dark cabinet with great emotion. He remembered that every time Dudley stomped his feet on the upper stairs mischievously, the dust fell and fell on top of his head. Eyes that had been taped up, wearing baggy old clothes that Dudley no longer had.

And that summer, he suffered the longest punishment in his life for releasing the Brazilian python due to the magic riot.

For a whole summer vacation, he was locked in a dark cupboard...

Thinking about it, Harry suddenly burst out laughing, remembering how panicked Dudley and his friends were at the zoo.

He had too many memories in this house, and although life at that time was mostly unpleasant, Harry could always find joy in bitterness.

Just when he was about to go to another place to take another look, suddenly, there was a deafening roar from somewhere nearby.

Harry straightened up abruptly, the top of his head banging against the low doorjamb.

He paused, cursed with Uncle Vernon's favorite swear words, then stumbled back to the kitchen, put his head in his hands, and looked out the window into the back garden.

The darkness seemed to ripple, and the air itself vibrated.

Then, as the Disillusionment Charm expired, a figure began to appear.

Most conspicuous is Hagrid, wearing a helmet and goggles, on a huge moped with a black sidecar.

Around him, others dismounted from broomsticks, and two more dismounted from a bony, winged black horse.

In the crowd, he saw Sirius, Ivan, Hermione, Ron, and...

……

After modifying the memory by themselves, the Masons and the Grangers no longer knew Ivan and Hermione.

They stare blankly ahead, seemingly out of focus.

Ai Wen knew that after the magic passed, they would start a new life according to the agreed track.