Harry did not answer the question immediately. In fact, he had not yet gotten over the incredible incident of Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia voluntarily mentioning magic. However, the confusion in his eyes seemed to Uncle Vernon's eyes. It was a kind of ridicule and provocation, which further pushed Uncle Vernon's tense nerves to the edge of breaking.
"Answer my question, kid--"
Uncle Vernon finally stopped suppressing himself and roared loudly at Harry, and hearing this familiar roar made Harry feel more comfortable.
"If you mean some minor problems, like boils on your face, insomnia, or some trauma, maybe I can deal with it-" Harry said quickly.
No one likes the feeling of being hungry. This is the same for everyone. If possible, Harry will try to avoid angering the Dursleys, even if they don't like each other... Although I don't know why they are interested in this , but he still answered the question truthfully.
"That's all you can handle?"
Amid Dudley's sneer, Aunt Petunia interrupted the conversation and looked at him suspiciously, "What if it's a more serious problem?"
To be honest, Aunt Petunia's question made Harry a little angry. He was just a little wizard who had just graduated from the second year. What could they expect him to do? What's more, when talking about treatment, potions cannot be avoided, and potions is exactly the subject that Harry is least good at among all magic subjects!
"--A more serious problem, if you mean poisoning..."
In my memory, during the Potions class at the beginning of the first year, Snape seemed to have mentioned something that had a strong detoxifying effect.
Harry frowned and racked his brains, and the reason why he thought so hard was not because Harry couldn't wait to show off his skills in front of the Dursleys, but because Harry didn't want to let his magical skills fall short. , and gave the Dursleys a chance to laugh at magic to their heart's content.
At this moment, Harry suddenly missed Hermione. If Hermione faced the Dursleys' questions, Harry could guarantee that her answer would make the Dursleys stunned.
"It's not poisoning, kid!"
Uncle Vernon, whose face turned purple, shouted loudly, "It seems that those bluffing things can't make you smarter, can they!"
Harry's expression immediately turned cold after being sprayed with spit. He looked directly into Uncle Vernon's eyes without showing any signs of weakness and said angrily,
"There are so many problems that wizards can deal with. How do I know what you want to ask?"
"Let me talk to him, Vernon."
Aunt Petunia stood up nervously the moment Harry finished speaking. Before Uncle Vernon could explode, she drove Uncle Vernon and the reluctant Dudley to the living room, and then turned around. He returned to the kitchen, glared sternly at the unconvinced Harry, and said sternly,
"You should show respect to every member of this family. If we hadn't mercifully taken you in, your best ending would have been to become a homeless man sleeping under a bridge!"
Facing Aunt Petunia's scolding, Harry remained sullen and silent, because he had heard similar remarks countless times over the years.
Whenever Harry showed doubts in front of them, they would say so without mercy, as if if they hadn't taken him in, his final end would have been to be imprisoned in a Muggle prison.
Over the next ten minutes, Harry was bombarded with scoldings, of course, in the usual cliché terms, and even Dudley, who loved seeing Harry scolded, slapped Hatch. , struggling to move to the living room and turn on another TV.
When Aunt Petunia said she was tired and gasping for air, Harry, who had only a trace of reason left and insisted on not turning around and leaving directly, asked with a sullen face,
"What on earth are you going to do?"
Faced with Harry's question, Aunt Petunia did not answer immediately, but remained eerily silent. Harry could see that it might take a lot of courage for them to talk about this matter.
"I've heard that before-"
Just when Harry couldn't help but urge him again, Aunt Petunia finally spoke. She spoke in a slow, hesitant tone. When she spoke, her already long horse face stretched even longer. ,
"You have a hospital there that specializes in treating all kinds of... difficult and complicated diseases--"
A hospital that treats difficult and complicated diseases?
There was confusion in Harry's eyes. Do hospitals exist in the wizarding world? Harry thought in his mind.
But soon, Harry realized that the question he was struggling with was very stupid. Of course there should be a hospital in the wizarding world, but he had never heard of it, just like he learned about the wizarding world from Malfoy last school year. There is a prison whose name alone scares wizards, called Azkaban.
In fact, these things are just the simplest common sense for children who grow up in wizarding families. Harry believes that Ron must know the names of hospitals in the wizarding world, but for people like him in the Muggle world For a grown-up little wizard, it is a novelty.
"If I remember correctly, it should be called St. Mungo's--"
Aunt Petunia spoke as lightly as possible to cover up the pain and shame she felt in bringing up those unpleasant memories.
"How could you..."
Harry was about to ask in surprise, but he reacted quickly and immediately stopped because he realized that the person in front of him was his mother's sister. If his mother hadn't lived in as bad a place as him when she was a teenager, As for the family environment, she must have talked about the wonderful magical world many times in front of her family.
"Oh, um... you remembered correctly, that's the name."
Harry said with a bit of excitement, feeling uneasy in his heart.
There is no doubt that he lied because he didn't know the name of the hospital at all, and the reason why he lied was very simple. First, he wanted to find out why the Dursleys talked to him about magic for the first time. The things of the world come and go, but it is caused by weird self-esteem...
He was obviously the one who received orthodox magical education at Hogwarts, but Aunt Petunia knew things that even he didn't know, which made Harry a little hard to accept.
Ahem--
In the living room, Uncle Vernon, who was watching TV with Dudley, coughed twice. In the kitchen, Aunt Petunia immediately knew that she should speed up the progress. She took a deep breath, condescendingly, and spoke expressionlessly. Looking at the pair of green eyes that made her very unhappy every time she saw them, she tried her best to speak in a calm tone,
"I think you will remember the company where your uncle works, right?"
"Gruning Company, which manufactures drilling rigs."
Harry glanced at the living room with his peripheral vision and said quickly.
Aunt Petunia nodded her chin slightly, looking quite satisfied.
"Then you should also remember who the boss of this company is, right? When we talked about your uncle's work at home, we mentioned him many times -"
This time, Harry didn't answer so neatly. He frowned and thought for a while before saying slowly,
"Korad Brain...what happened to him?"
"He has cancer."
Aunt Petunia said seriously.
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