HP Approaches the Magical World

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"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 followed the Muggle Prime Minister quietly when he visited the hospital.

With this, and Kingsley's mastery of Muggle dressing, and more importantly, there was something comforting in his deep, slow voice, which made the Dursleys alone among wizards. Kingsley looked at it differently,

However, they had never seen Kingsley wearing earrings.

"He's already got a job," said Harry. "Haska Jones and Dedalus Diggle would be better suited for the job—"

"Even if we look at the resume..."

Uncle Vernon hadn't finished speaking before Harry lost his patience.

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

"None of these incidents were accidents - explosions, plane crashes, train derailments, everything that happened since the last time we saw the news.

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

I've told you countless times that he takes pleasure in killing Muggles.

Even that fog—it's made by dementors, and if you can't remember what a dementor is, just ask your son! "

Dudley put his hand up sharply to cover his mouth. Seeing both his parents and Harry staring at him, he slowly put his hands down and asked, "Are they... more?"

"there are more?"

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

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

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

"Hopefully," said Harry, "because as soon as I turn seventeen, all those guys—Death Eaters, Dementors, and maybe Inferi—are dead bodies bewitched by Dark wizards— can find you, and will definitely attack you.

If you remember the last time you took on a wizard, I think you'll admit that you need help. "

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

Petunia looked at Vernon, and Dudley glared at Harry.

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

"Don't you understand?" Harry cried, "They're going to torture you and kill you, just like my parents!"

"Dad," Dudley said loudly, "Dad—I want to go with the Order of the Phoenix."

"Dudley, for the first time in your life you said something plain."

He knew the game was over.

Now that Dudley was too scared to accept help from the Order, his parents would surely be with him: how could they ever leave their little baby Dada?

Harry looked at the traveling 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.

The thought of him being separated from his aunt, uncle, and cousin—maybe never to be seen again—was a joy in his heart, but the atmosphere was still a little awkward.

What else is there to say to each other after sixteen years of extreme dislike?

...

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

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

"We're 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 went downstairs. It might be unrealistic to expect Hestia and Dedalore to deal with the Dursleys alone.

"Harry Potter,

Harry had just opened the door when an excited voice screamed, and a small man in a lavender top hat bowed deeply to him: "It's an honor!" "

"Thank you, Dedalore," said Harry, smiling awkwardly at the dark-haired Hestia. "It's very kind of you... Here they are, my aunt, uncle and cousin..."

"Hello, relatives of Harry Potter!"

Dedalus said cheerfully as he strode into the living room.

The Dursleys didn't seem at all happy to be called that.

Harry was vaguely worried that they were going to change their minds again, because Dudley flinched back from his mother in fright at the sight of the two wizards and wizards.

"You guys packed up and got ready.

Very good! The plan is simple, as Harry told you,'

As Dedalus said, he took out a huge pocket watch from his vest and looked at it,

"Let's go first, Harry second.

Due to the dangers of using magic in your house - Harry is underage, which would give the Ministry an excuse to arrest him - let's take 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, right? "

He asked Uncle Vernon very politely.

"Can drive—? Of course I can drive!"

"You're so smart, sir, so smart, I'm completely confused when I see all those buttons and knobs."

Dedalus obviously thought he was flattering Vernon Dursley, and Dursley's confidence in the plan was evidently slipping away with every word Dedalore said.

"I can't even drive a car."

He muttered under his breath, trembling his beard with anger, but luckily neither Dedalus nor Hestia seemed to hear him.

"You, Harry," continued Dedallo, "the guards waiting for you here. There's a slight change in the arrangement—"

"What did you say?" Harry said immediately, "I remember Mad-Eye coming to reveal my entourage?"

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

The Dursleys listened to these conversations with puzzled faces, when suddenly a voice screamed, "Hurry up!"

They were taken aback.

Looking around the living room, Harry realized that the sound was coming from Dedalus' pocket watch.

"Yes, we are short on time,"

Dursley nodded to his pocket watch, and stuffed it back into his vest:

"It is our intention, Harry, that you leave the house at the same time as your family disapparates.

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

He turned to the Dursleys and asked, "Well, everything packed? Shall we go?"

No one answered.

Uncle Vernon was still staring in horror at the bulge in Dedalus' waistcoat pocket.

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

Hestia evidently felt that it was inappropriate for Harry and the Dursleys to be in the house with tenderness, and perhaps tearful farewells to each other.

"It's not necessary."

Harry grumbled.

Uncle Vernon's words made further explanation unnecessary, as he exclaimed, "Well, that's farewell, boy."

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

"Ready, Dada?"

asked Aunt Petunia, checking the clasp of her handbag for nothing, in order not to look at Harry at all.

Dudley didn't answer, he stood there with his mouth slightly open, reminding Harry vaguely of the giant Grop.

"move."

He had already reached the door of the living room, when Dudley muttered, "I don't understand."

"Is there anything you don't understand, baby?"

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

"Why doesn't he come with us?"

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia froze, staring at Dudley as though Dudley had just said he wanted to be a ballet dancer.

"What?"

"Why doesn't he go together?"

"Oh, he—he doesn't want to go," said Uncle Vernon, turning to Harry and asked, "You don't want to go, do you?"

"Not at all."

Harry nodded.

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

Uncle Vernon strode out of the living room. People in the house heard the front door open, but Dudley didn't move, and Aunt Petunia took a few staggering steps and then stopped.

"What's the matter?"

Uncle Vernon reappeared at the door, growling and asking.

Dudley seemed to be struggling with some inarticulate thoughts, and after a moment of seemingly painful inner struggle, he said, "But where is he going?"

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon looked at each other, obviously Dudley had 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 some of your kind, didn't he?

Now, Dudley, let's get in the car, you heard the man say, time is running out. "

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

"Go with a few people like us?"

Hestia seemed annoyed.

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

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

"Nothing?" Heska followed up with a very high voice, revealing an ominous tone: "Do these people know what you've been through?

Do you know what danger you face?

Know your unique place at the heart of the anti-Voldemort movement? "

"Er - no idea, they don't know."

Harry said, "Actually, they thought I was a piece of shit, but I'm used to—"

"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 Dudley had been talking, at least he saw Dudley's face flushed.

Harry himself was embarrassed and surprised.

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

Dudley seemed to be wrestling with some inarticulate thoughts again, and finally murmured, "You saved my life."

"You can't say that," said Harry. "It's your soul that the dementors are going to take..."

He looked at his cousin curiously.

This summer and the previous, they had had very little contact, and Harry's time back in Privet Drive was short and always in his room.

It dawned on Harry now that maybe the cup of herbal tea he kicked in the morning wasn't some prank after all.

As touched as he was, he was relieved to see that Dudley's ability to express his feelings seemed to be exhausted.

Dudley opened his mouth, blushing, and said nothing.

Aunt Petunia began to cry, and Hestia Jones looked at her approvingly, but it was not Harry but Dudley that Aunt Petunia rushed to hug Dudley.

"It's really good, Dada..."

She wept against Dudley's broad chest. "What a - what a lovely ba-baby...would-would say thank you..."

"He didn't say thank you at all!"

Heska said angrily, "He just said he didn't think Harry was trash!"

"Yeah, but it came out of Dudley's mouth like 'I love you'."

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

"Are we still going?"

Uncle Vernon appeared at the door of the living room again, and shouted roughly: "Isn't time tight!"

"Yep,"

Dedalus Diggle looked at these scenes in a daze just now, but now he seemed to come to his senses: "We really have to go."

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

"Harry—good luck to you, and hopefully we'll meet soon, and the hope of the wizarding world rests on your shoulders."

"Oh, yes, thanks."

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

"hope everything is fine."

"Oh, I'm sure we'll be good friends."

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

Heska also followed out.

Dudley gently broke free 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.

"My God, Dudley," Harry said over Aunt Petunia's renewed sobs, "did the dementors imbue you with another personality?"

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

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

She hastily pocketed the wet handkerchief, and said: "There—good-bye."

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

"goodbye."

Aunt Petunia stopped and turned around.

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

She looked at him strangely and timidly, as if hesitating to speak, but then she jerked her head and rushed out the door, after her husband and son.

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