It was impossible to verify whether the letter was Dudley's, unless we could ask the sender, but given Dudley's current situation, we definitely couldn't.
"leave here!"
After completely destroying the letters, Vernon said as calmly as possible, but it could be seen from the way he pulled the beard off his face that he was not at peace inside.
"We're leaving here in five minutes. You guys hurry up and pack some clothes. There's no negotiation!"
His expression was unprecedentedly serious and serious. This was the first time he had seen Vernon Dudley like this.
"I won't expose my family to that damn nonsense!"
Soon, several people got into the car newly bought by the Dursleys. Vernon drove forward without saying a word. Petunia lowered her head and prayed in a low voice. Dudley could hear what she said. Get rid of them, get rid of them.' For a moment, the atmosphere in the car was solemn and scary.
Dudley also started to have random thoughts. The current situation was the same as in the original book, where the family went out to 'escape'.
In fact, Dudley didn't quite understand this, why the Dursleys insisted on taking Harry with them, and if they really hated Harry so much, why didn't they leave him alone at home.
Both Vernon and Petunia should have known that the letter was only for Harry Potter, not Dursley.
Yet they brought Harry Potter with them.
The car drove all day until we arrived at a hotel on the outskirts of a big city.
Compared to Muggles who drive slowly, wizards are more efficient whether they are apparating, floo powder or door keys.
There was a pile of letters waiting for the Dursleys at the hotel early in the morning.
Dudley felt that his father was going crazy from the torture.
At the same time, Dudley felt dissatisfied with the actions of these wizards for the first time.
When he needed the care of his relatives, he was thrown at my doorstep and ignored for eleven years. He said he was pitiful, but the fact was that no one had ever looked at him or taken care of him in the past eleven years.
Now when he reaches school age and the wizarding world needs him, can he be picked up just by dropping a letter?
Don't ask the guardian's opinion at all...
What do you think we are Dursleys?
What do you think Harry is?
It comes when you call it, and it goes away when you wave it.
Can't you send someone over to have a good talk?
Is it fun to play Muggles?
Is this the superior wizard?
Isn't that too arrogant?
“I found the perfect place!”
Vernon pushed open the door to the hotel room and stared with bloodshot eyes. He had not had a good night's sleep for several days.
The place Vernon was looking for was a huge rock on the sea, with a two-story dilapidated hut in the style of an abandoned lighthouse.
This kind of place is destined to have no electricity, and even cooking can only use firewood.
As night fell, Dursley went to bed early. He had been so worried these days that he had never had a good night's sleep.
The aroma of vegetables came from the kitchen, and soon a few simple dishes and a bowl of longevity noodles were placed in front of Harry.
"Happy birthday, Harry."
Dudley said apologetically: "With the current materials, I can only do this. As for the gift, I will make up for it when I get back."
As he spoke, a simple birthday cake was brought up. It was made with flour and eggs, with no cream or even honey on it.
Harry was very happy because his eldest cousin had never forgotten his birthday in these years.
"Thank you, Brother D."
He slurped the noodles in big mouthfuls with a happy smile on his face.
Soon the bowl of noodles was gone and the cake was eaten to pieces.
But Harry suddenly said: "Brother D, if their target is just me, let them take me away."
"Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia are having a hard time, and I don't want to see anyone get hurt because of me."
Even if Harry didn't see the content of the letter, he roughly understood that the other party's target was him.
Dudley patted his head: "Don't worry, no one can take you away as long as you don't want to."
The wizards' contemptuous and playful behavior during these times had made Dudley feel a little more resentful.
A golden spark danced on Dudley's fingertips.
Ripple Qigong.
In the purse on his waist, there were various potions neatly placed.
Dudley disliked violence, but he was never against it.
After a while, Harry felt sleepy and lay down wrapped in a quilt. Dudley was sitting cross-legged on the spot, recharging his energy and getting himself into the best possible condition.
Along with the unique breathing rhythm, blood mixed with golden arcs is injected into the eight extraordinary meridians and into the limbs and bones.
I don’t know how long it took, but something creaked outside the house.
But because we were on the edge of the reef, this situation was normal and we didn’t pay too much attention to it.
Dudley slowly opened his eyes, staring at the door like two sharp swords.
He felt that someone was coming in.
"boom!"
A huge force hit the door, shaking the whole cabin. Harry woke up from his dream, rolled up his quilt and sat up, looking at the door in horror.
Vernon, who was wearing pajamas and holding a rifle, stumbled downstairs in a hurry, while Petunia followed him with a worried look on her face.
At this moment, with a deafening crash, the door panel fell heavily to the ground, and a burst of dust flew up.
Standing at the door was a giant man who was several minutes taller than the door frame. Dudley took a rough look and judged that he was at least three meters tall. His face was almost completely hidden by his long unkempt hair and thick tangled beard, but his face could still be seen. The eyes like black beetles gleamed beneath the hair.
I saw the giant man trying hard to arch his back and shrinking his body, and finally squeezed into the house through the door. He picked up the door panel from the ground and pressed it against the original door frame.
"Can I have a cup of hot tea? Milk, too. This place is really remote."
The giant seemed as casual as if he had arrived at his own home. He strode to the sofa in the house and sat down. Dudley could hear the screams from the springs under the sofa.
"Aha, Harry, you're Harry."
The giant pointed at the frightened Harry and laughed like thunder.
"Last time I saw you, you were still so cool."
The giant stretched out his thumb and index finger and made a gesture of pain for losing the Korean market.
"Look, you really look like your dad, but your eyes are just like your mom's."
"Do you know my parents?"
Before Harry could ask this question, he heard Vernon's excited scream.
"I want you to leave immediately, sir!"
"You are breaking into a private house!"
After speaking, he pointed the black hole's gun at the giant.
"Dursley you big fool, this kind of thing is of no use to me."
The giant grabbed the gun casually, snatched it from Vernon's hand across the sofa, and with a slight push, tied the rifle in a tight knot, as if the gun was made of rubber.
"what are you up to?"
Vernon opened his arms to protect Petunia, Harry and Dudley like a hen protecting her calf.
"I will protect my family."
