HP Approaches the Magic World

"That's right - he's the best!"

Uncle Vernon pointed to the blank television screen and said that the Dursleys had seen Kingsley on the news and that he had quietly followed the Muggle Prime Minister when he visited the hospital.

Based on this, and Kingsley's mastery of Muggle dressing skills, and more importantly, there is something soothing in his low, slow voice that makes the Dursleys unique among wizards.

Kingsley looked at him differently,

However, they had never seen Kingsley wearing earrings.

"He's got a job," Harry said. "Hestia Jones and Dedalo Digg are better suited for the job -"

"Even if you let us see your resume..."

Before Uncle Vernon could finish speaking, Harry lost his patience.

He stood up quickly, walked to his uncle, and pointed at the TV.

"None of these accidents are accidents - explosions, plane crashes, train derailments, everything that's happened since we last watched the news.

Someone disappeared and died, and he was behind all of this - Voldemort.

I've told you countless times that he enjoys killing Muggles.

Even the heavy fog was caused by dementors. If you can’t remember what a dementor is, just ask your son!”

Dudley suddenly raised his hand to cover his mouth. Seeing his parents and Harry staring at him, he slowly put his hand down and asked, "They...there are more?"

"there are more?"

Harry laughed: "You mean, except for the two who attacked us last time?

Of course there are, there are hundreds, maybe thousands now, because they live on fear and despair—"

"Okay, okay," growled Vernon Dursley, "you've made it clear—"

"I hope so," said Harry, "because as soon as I turned seventeen, all those guys - the Death Eaters, the Dementors, and maybe the Inferi - dead bodies that had been enchanted by Dark wizards -

They can all find you, and they will definitely attack you.

If you remember the last time you fought a wizard, I think you will admit that you need help."

There was a moment of silence, and the sound of Hagrid smashing a wooden door seemed to come from far away after so many years.

Petunia looked at Vernon and Dudley glared at Harry.

Finally, Vernon suddenly said: "But what about my job? What about Dudley's school? I don't think a bunch of idle wizards will care about these things -"

"Don't you understand?" Harry shouted: "They will torture you and kill you, just like they did to my parents!"

"Dad," Dudley said loudly, "Dad - I want to go with those people from the Order of the Phoenix."

"Dudley, for the first time in your life, you spoke clearly."

He knew victory was decided.

Now that Dudley is scared enough to accept the Order's help, his parents will surely accompany him: how could they possibly leave their little baby Dudley?

Harry looked at the travel clock on the mantelpiece and said:

"They'll be here in a minute or so."

None of the Dursleys answered, so he left the living room.

Thinking that he and his aunt, uncle, and cousin would be separated—perhaps never to see each other again—he felt happy, but the atmosphere was still a bit awkward.

After sixteen years of utter dislike, what could be said to each other?

…

Back in the bedroom, Harry fiddled with his backpack aimlessly and stuffed a few pellets of owl food into Hedwig's cage.

They plopped down at the bottom of the cage, and Hedwig ignored them.

"We'll be leaving soon, really soon, and then you'll be able to fly again."

The doorbell rang suddenly at this moment. Harry hesitated, left the room, and walked downstairs. It would be unrealistic to expect Hestia and Dedalus to deal with the Dursleys alone.

"Harry Potter," an excited voice screamed as soon as Harry opened the door, and a little man wearing a lilac top hat bowed deeply to him: "It's an honor!"

"Thank you, Dedalus," Harry said, smiling awkwardly at the black-haired Hestia: "It's so kind of you... They are right here, my aunt, uncle and cousin..."

"Hello, Harry Potter relatives!"

Dedalo said cheerfully as he strode into the living room.

The Dursleys didn't seem happy at all to hear such a title.

Harry was vaguely worried that they were going to change their minds again, because when Dudley saw the two witches and wizards, he shrank back to his mother in fear.

"You packed your things and got ready.

Great! The plan is simple, just like Harry told you,"

Dedalo said, taking out a huge pocket watch from his vest and looking at it.

"We'll go first, Harry later.

Because of the dangers of using magic in your home - Harry is underage, which would give the Ministry of Magic a pretext to arrest him - let's get the car out, let's say, ten miles or so, and then Disapparate,

Go to the safe place we have chosen for you.

I think you can drive?"

he asked Uncle Vernon politely.

"Can you drive——? Of course I can drive!"

"You are so smart, sir, so smart. I was completely confused when I saw so many buttons and knobs."

Dedalus obviously thought he was complimenting Vernon Dursley, and Dursley's confidence in the plan was obviously gradually losing with every word Dedalus said.

"I can't even drive a car."

He muttered in a low voice, his beard shaking with anger, but luckily neither Dedalus nor Hestia seemed to hear him.

"You, Harry," Dedalo continued, "are the guards waiting for you here. There is a slight change in the arrangements -"

"What did you say?" Harry said immediately: "I remember Mad-Eye was coming to take me and his followers to reveal themselves?"

"No," Hestia said stiffly, "Mad-Eye will explain."

The Dursleys listened to the conversation with puzzled faces, when suddenly a voice screamed: "Hurry up!"

They were startled.

Harry looked around in the living room and realized that the sound was coming from Dedalo's pocket watch.

"Yes, we are pressed for time,"

Dursley nodded towards his pocket watch and stuffed it into his waistcoat:

"We plan, Harry, for you to leave the house while your family apparates.

In this way, when the spell is broken, you all run to safety."

He turned to the Dursleys and asked, "How's it going? All the luggage is packed. Are we ready to go?"

No one answered.

Uncle Vernon was still staring with trepidation at the bulge in Dedalo's waistcoat pocket.

"Perhaps we should wait in the outer hall, Dedalo."

Hestia obviously felt that it was not appropriate for Harry and the Dursleys to stay in the house while Harry and the Dursleys were having a tender and perhaps tearful farewell to each other.

"No need."

Harry muttered.

Uncle Vernon's words also made further explanation unnecessary. He said loudly: "Well, that's good-bye, kid."

He stretched his right arm forward, wanting to shake Harry's hand, but at the last moment he seemed unable to face it, so he clenched his hand into a fist and swung it back and forth like a metronome.

"Ready, Dada?"

Aunt Petunia asked, checking the clasp of her handbag without looking at Harry.

Dudley didn't answer. He stood there with his mouth slightly open, which reminded Harry vaguely of the giant Grawp.

"move."

He had already reached the door of the living room when he suddenly heard Dudley mutter: "I don't understand."

"What don't you understand, honey?"

Dudley pointed a fat, ham-like finger at Harry.

"Why doesn't he come with us?"

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia stood frozen in place, staring at Dudley as if Dudley had just expressed his desire to be a ballet dancer.

"What?"

"Why doesn't he come along?"

"Oh, he - he doesn't want to leave," Uncle Vernon said, then turned to glare at Harry and asked, "You don't want to leave, do you?"

"Not at all."

Harry nodded.

"That's it," Uncle Vernon said to Dudley, "Okay, let's go."

Uncle Vernon strode out of the living room. The people inside heard the front door open, but Dudley didn't move. Aunt Petunia staggered a few steps and stopped.

"What's the matter?"

Uncle Vernon reappeared at the door, growling.

Dudley seemed to be grappling with some thoughts that were difficult to express in words. After a moment of seemingly painful inner struggle, he said: "But where is he going?"

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon looked at each other. Dudley had obviously frightened them. Hestia Jones broke the silence.

"But... of course you know where your nephew is going, don't you?"

"Of course we know," said Vernon Dursley: "He went with a few of your kind, didn't he?

Okay, Dudley, let's get in the car quickly, you heard the man say, time is tight."

Vernon Dursley strode to the front door again, but Dudley did not follow.

"Follow a few people like us?"

Hestia seemed annoyed.

Harry had encountered this attitude before, and wizards seemed shocked to see such indifference to him from his closest relatives to the famous Harry Potter.

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

"Nothing?" Hestia followed, her voice raised very high and ominous: "Do these people know what you have been through?

Do you know what dangers you face?

Are you aware of your unique position at the heart of the anti-Voldemort movement?"

"Uh - I don't know, they don't know."

Harry said: "Actually, they think I'm a loser, but I'm used to it -"

"I don't think you are useless."

If he hadn't seen Dudley's lips moving, Harry probably wouldn't have believed it.

He stared at Dudley for a few seconds before finally admitting that it was Dudley who had spoken just now. At least he saw Dudley's face turn red.

Harry himself was embarrassed and surprised.

"Oh...oh...thank you, Dudley."

Dudley seemed to be dealing with some inexpressible thoughts again, and finally murmured: "You saved my life."

"You can't say that," Harry said: "What the dementors want to take away is your soul..."

He looked at his cousin curiously.

This summer and last summer, they had almost no contact. Harry returned to Privet Drive only for a short time and always stayed in his room.

Only then did Harry vaguely realize that the cup of herbal tea he kicked in the morning might not be a prank at all.

Although he was very moved, he still felt relieved to see that Dudley's ability to express feelings seemed to be exhausted.

Dudley opened his mouth, his face flushed, and he said no more.

Aunt Petunia started crying, and Hestia Jones looked at her approvingly. Unexpectedly, Aunt Petunia rushed over to hug Dudley instead of Harry, and Hestia's face suddenly filled with anger.

"So-so good, Dada..."

She cried against Dudley's broad chest: "What a-what a lovely child...who can say thank you..."

"He didn't even say thank you!"

Hestia said angrily: "He only said that he didn't think Harry was a waste!"

"Yes, but when the words came out of Dudley's mouth, it was like 'I love you'."

Harry said, and Aunt Petunia continued to hug Dudley tightly, as if Dudley had just rescued Harry from a burning house, and Harry couldn't help but look annoyed and amused.

"Should we leave yet?"

Uncle Vernon appeared at the door of the living room again and shouted harshly: "Time is very tight!"

"Yep,"

Dedalo Digo had been looking at these scenes in confusion, but now he seemed to have come to his senses: "We really have to go."

He hurried forward and held Harry's hand tightly with both hands.

"Harry - I wish you good luck. I hope we can meet again in the future. The hope of the wizarding world rests on your shoulders."

"Oh, okay, thank you."

"Goodbye, Harry," Hestia said, holding his hand tightly, "We will miss you."

"hope everything is fine."

"Oh, I believe we will become good friends."

Di Ge said happily, waved his hat and left the living room.

Hestia also followed out.

Dudley gently broke away from his mother's embrace and walked towards Harry.

Harry had to resist the urge to threaten him with magic.

Dudley held out his fat, pink hand.

"Jesus, Dudley," Harry said over the renewed sobs of Aunt Petunia, "did the Dementors instill a different personality in you?"

"I don't know," Dudley whispered. "Goodbye, Harry."

"Okay..." Harry said and shook Dudley's hand: "Maybe. Take care, Brother D."

Dudley almost smiled and staggered out of the living room.

Harry heard his heavy footsteps on the gravel drive, and then the car door slammed shut.

Hearing this voice, Aunt Petunia, who had been burying her face in her handkerchief, looked up.

She didn't seem to expect that she would be alone with Harry.

She hurriedly stuffed the wet handkerchief into her pocket and said: "Okay - goodbye."

Then without looking at Harry, he strode towards the door.

"goodbye."

Aunt Petunia stopped and turned around.

For a moment, Harry had a very strange feeling, as if Aunt Petunia wanted to say something to him:

She looked at him with a strange and timid look, as if hesitant to speak, but then she shook her head suddenly, rushed out of the room, and ran after her husband and son.