Kullard Brain - the owner of the drilling rig company where Uncle Vernon worked.
If it had been two or three years ago, Harry might have been able to say his name without thinking, even if he had never met this person. This is not a strange thing, right? If you often listen to family members discussing this name and his stories, then you will also be deeply impressed by this stranger you have never met.
In fact, 'frequently' is a bit harsh to describe the frequency with which the Dursleys discussed Mr. Currad Brain, as the man was almost on their lips between the two of them.
Whenever he talks about the commendable welfare benefits of Uncle Vernon's company and the company's growth experience over the years, Uncle Vernon will always speak of Mr. Currad Brain and his wise men in the most respectful tone. Shenwu's decision.
That tone of reverence and humility, to give an inappropriate example... Harry suddenly thought of the house elf named Dobby from the Malfoy family whom he met last school year, who had the same attitude when talking to him.
But in the two summer vacations since entering Hogwarts, Harry's impression was that he didn't hear the Dursleys discussing this person much. It turned out that he had this kind of disease that was considered incurable for Muggles. cancer.
"Oh, that's really unfortunate -" Harry frowned and said in surprise, "When did it happen?"
"Two years...or three or four years?"
Aunt Petunia said dryly, "Anyway, this matter only spread in your uncle's company recently. Before, Vernon and his colleagues had been wondering why Mr. Blaine didn't show up more often. In the past, he arrived on time almost every day. The company, assign work tasks to Vernon and others, and tell them the direction of their efforts..."
After hearing this, Harry finally understood what the Dursleys were planning. They hoped to use the power of magic to cure the illness of the owner of the drilling rig company?
But is this allowed...
Harry pursed his lips tightly. He knew that the wizarding world had always had perfect laws that prohibited wizards from actively exposing the power of magic to Muggles. His roommate and best friend at Hogwarts, Ron's father, was engaged in this aspects of work. Reading Pavilion
"We are not allowed to show off like Muggles... I mean people who don't understand magic... You know, you have all seen it. I received a warning letter during the summer last year..."
After Harry's head turned rapidly for a few times, he gave his answer.
If the situation is right, Harry will definitely not object to using magic to save a person's life, but if the price is that he may be expelled from Hogwarts, or even imprisoned in that terrible magic prison, then there are two things to say. .
"Vernon and I have discussed this -"
At this point in the conversation, the core of the problem has been touched upon. Aunt Petunia said breathlessly,
"If someone troubles you, we will help you explain... Many of Vernon's colleagues are trying their best to find doctors with super high medical skills. Of course, it is unlikely that that kind of problem can be completely cured. But as long as it can help Mr. Blaine survive for two more days, or restore some energy... You know what we mean, Vernon has been working as a supervisor for some years. He is very capable and should be in a higher position. Demonstrate talents in the position,”
Aunt Petunia repeated again with emphasis,
"We think you should play a role in this matter, and I think you might think so too. After all, without us, you would be out on the streets!"
Harry's whole body was exuding resistance messages. To be honest, he didn't want to be associated with this troublesome matter, but Aunt Petunia, who had already spoken out, seemed unwilling to let go of this opportunity.
"You must have someone who has suffered from this disease. How does that hospital called St. Mungo's usually deal with it? Vernon and I will consider the money issue, as long as they can come up with some symptomatic medicine!"
Aunt Petunia asked a good question. Harry didn't know how capable St. Mungo's Hospital was. He was thinking about another question, that is, are there any wizards who have suffered from cancer?
Harry racked his brains to think about the information about the wizarding world that he had received at school since he came into contact with it, but no matter whether it was daily conversations, the wizarding weekly and newspapers he read, the professor's digressions in class, or every time Lying in the school hospital and listening to Madam Pomfrey talk about the strange problems suffered by young wizards in the past, none of them seemed to be related to this aspect.
"You have to be grateful, kid!"
Harry's long silence made Uncle Vernon, who was worried about his future, uncontrollable. He stepped on the wooden floor of the living room and almost cracked the kitchen door frame with his slap.
"We saved you from starving to death!"
He stood at the kitchen door and growled at Harry,
"We gave you clothes to wear, let you go to school, and gave you Dudley's old bedroom. If you knew how to spell the word 'grateful', you should happily agree to this!"
You adopted me because Muggle law requires you to do so. You let me go to school because it costs no money. Dudley doesn't want the clothes or bedroom!
Angry, Harry really wanted to say that, but he was worried that if he really said that, the Dursleys would lock him in the utility room under the stairs with an iron chain, and keep him there until he reaches adulthood. Wouldn't let him go back to Hogwarts.
"I have a condition--"
After a long silence, Harry raised his head and looked at Uncle Vernon who was breathing heavily, and said with a gloomy expression,
"You have to give me back my magic book, I need to finish my summer homework!"
"You actually dare to make conditions!"
Uncle Vernon slapped the door frame that was about to fall apart and yelled viciously.
"Look at your messy hair, you don't know how to be grateful..., absolutely..., I already knew your true face, boy!"
"Vernon, the neighbors will hear--"
Aunt Petunia whispered a warning and then looked at Harry. Her withered chest was bulging high. It seemed that Harry's ungrateful attitude made her very angry.
But facing her cold stare, Harry didn't give in. He had had enough of hiding in bed in the middle of the night and writing summer homework by flashlight. If he didn't take this opportunity to get back all his magic books, then he could Imagine that when the next semester starts, his Potions professor will not let him go easily.
"You must promise--"
Finally, Aunt Petunia gave in. Her face turned blue, and she gritted her teeth and spat out word after word.
"You won't make any weird noises, and you're not allowed to mention your affairs in front of the neighbors!"
"no problem!"
Harry's heart quickened, and he replied quickly. Being able to make the Dursleys give in was a great victory. However, he immediately added,
"I have to go check on Mr. Blaine first--"
Under Aunt Petunia's suddenly wary gaze, Harry shrugged his shoulders and said,
"Only when I understand the situation first can I ask my friends to inquire."
"All right--"
This is a reasonable request. Even Uncle Vernon couldn't fault it. He gasped and said reluctantly,
"Your aunt, Dudley, and I are planning to visit tomorrow. You can come with us...but I have to warn you, kid."
Uncle Vernon bent his huge, oppressive body, his eyes flashing menacingly.
"Mr. Blaine is a very decent gentleman. If you dare to make some trouble in his home, boy, I guarantee you will regret being born!"
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