The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Vernon Dursley, wearing a zip-up jack, stood there watching the two emerge from the sparking portal, his expression changing.

His body was still facing Harry who came down from the attic, his head glanced at Cyrus, frowning, as if there was still an unpicked thorn in the fried fish for breakfast, stuck in his throat.

"You are going to seek refuge, not travel." Cyrus said abruptly when he saw the luggage all over the place.

"Hey you!"

Vernon yelled at him, as if he was used to yelling like this, but when Hermione tilted her head impatiently, showing a look of 'you almost try your attitude', she stepped across like a pickle. face.

Immediately regaining consciousness, I realized who Cyrus and Hermione were:

They are not wizards who can be despised face to face, especially Saihe and the two have been on TV several times.

"I've changed my mind!" He took a few steps back. "Recently, the housing prices here have risen sharply. You must want Harry to trick us away so that this house can become his..."

"Are you confused? Harry has a treasury that can never be spent in a lifetime, enough to buy a manor." Cyrus ignored him, but looked at Harry, "It's been a month, didn't you tell them that matter?"

Of course Dursley knew, it wasn't just Harry who had said it, even he had heard of some bizarre events.

Even when he was at work, he could often hear about "airplane accidents", "explosions", "serial murders" and "werewolf cases". It can be said that apart from people like Dursley, some wizards working in hospitals have even become popular. cake.

For a moment of silence, Dudley stayed behind his parents and stared at Harry.

His small eyes, almost squinted, swept back and forth between Harry and Cyrus.

"So, the monsters are all coming for me...us? Just because Harry is with us?" Dudley asked timidly.

"Otherwise? What qualifications do you have to deserve Voldemort's personal 'care'?" Hermione looked at the Dursleys and sarcastically said, "Just to mention, although wizards live relatively backward, they don't have the habit of cannibalism..."

"Okay...get moving, I don't have time to chatter with you." Cyrus clapped his hands and urged, "You must follow Harry and leave here...this is an order from the Prime Minister!"

Looking at this group of people, they seem to think it's going on vacation.

The whole family of three dressed themselves up to be eye-catching, as if they were going to Hawaii.

"But what about Harry? Didn't he say he would only stay with us for a day and then leave?" Dudley seemed to be trying to use his head to think about some kind of math problem, as if he was experiencing some kind of struggle of choice, "but what about after that?"

Aunt Petunia and Uncle turned around in surprise and looked at their son.

"After...then he's going to..."

"I'm going to face Voldemort, yes, the one who killed my parents." Harry leaned against the wall, propped up his weak body and coughed a few times, "Okay, I rarely recall the 'pleasant' past here of"

Since his return, his face has grown paler and paler.

Hermione threw the golden potion she was carrying with her, and Harry pinched his nose and forcefully poured it down his throat before he stopped coughing.

He is more and more likely to have nightmares now, and he is almost numb to his "mother before death".

And this is what makes him suffer even more...

With a cold face, Cyrus swiped roughly and threw a few suitcases full of clothes onto the ground at the other end of the tunnel, completely ignoring Vernon who dared not speak out.

Harry was the first to leave, carrying a small trunk in one hand and the cage containing Hedwig in the other.

"He...what's the matter?" Aunt Dursley whispered tremblingly, breaking the silence.

"Since he stepped here in the summer vacation, he's been like a sick person... as if I abused him all day?!" Vernon blushed and mocked, "I don't want to face a group of lunatics all day long... .”

Now in Dursley's small house, there are only three masters and Saihe left.

"If you knew—why—he did it!"

Cyrus endured it until Harry left, and the blue eyes burst into anger. He couldn't bear this group of 'beasts' who had no empathy, or even sarcastic remarks.

Yes... On the issue of Harry's treatment, he was still unable to be as relieved as Harry was.

Without the slightest love, before Cyrus and Dumbledore enforced restraint, more than ten years of cold violence... and only one wrong guidance is needed, and Harry will choose the wrong path.

No one is born a "savior"...

"He and I have experienced countless death threats while you were still living here... watching TV." Cyrus walked up to Vernon and poked his finger on Vernon's chest unbearably.

It was only when Vernon and Cyrus came face to face that Hermione realized:

The kid who liked to sleep in Mrs. Hadley's bookstore, pass the time, and snatch candy from her had already grown so tall...

"Yeah, he's living like a mouse here with you just because of her mother's magic!" said Cyrus, "if it wasn't for that... the wizarding world would be happy to let Harry live like a prince." went!"

Vernon was so offended by Cyrus that he didn't make any movement of resistance.

It's not that he didn't dare, it's simply because he couldn't move, Vernon couldn't even look away, being pulled by a force, he forcibly looked at Cyrus.

So he gritted his teeth and endured Cyrus' reprimand.

"So! Now!" Cyrus threw Vernon to the other side of the portal with a wave of his wand, "Stop pretending to be in front of me...You can despise him, but at least don't let me hear you!!"

Harry has followed him, gradually becoming close to him since the second grade, and now he is a comrade who has experienced life and death.

When he stared at the remaining two, Petunia was terrified, holding her son as if Cyrus was the Death Eater.

"It's just because of Lily..." Petunia muttered to herself, her eyes lost sight.

She looked around, this was the place where she had lived for most of her life, but now... she didn't know when she would come back next time.

But there were no tears in the eyes as imagined, just a little sad, Petunia fiddled with the buttons on Dudley's body for no reason, in order not to think about the past.

But after a while, the tears still flowed out.

"I don't understand," Dudley said suddenly.

"what?"

"I don't understand... Since that Voldemort is looking for Harry, why should he protect us?" Dudley had no idea that when he said the name, he had already surpassed half of the wizards.

It can also be regarded as the courage brought by ignorance.

"Because when he becomes an adult, the magic will lose its effect, and Harry and you will be exposed," said Hermione. "It will make dementors, ghouls, werewolves... torture you, use you to threaten him..."

"Threat?" Dudley lowered his head, staring at his toes.

Then he didn't understand even more. Could it be that they treated Harry like this, and they were worthy of being used as hostages?

"Do you think Harry and you...you are the same kind of people?" Cyrus laughed angrily, "Fortunately, even if Harry becomes an adult, you don't have to go to the battlefield!"

"He...will die...?" Petunia sobbed.

"You thought war was some kind of house-breaking game, huh?" He snapped his fingers, pointing to the door that hadn't been closed since he and Hermione came in.

Petunia raised her head at this moment, and looked at the figure hurriedly walking around in another room. She looked at Harry with a timid and guilty look, and hesitated to ask something.

But she turned her head abruptly, and concentrated on picking up the heavy box in Dudley's hand.

After following Dudley, with half a foot over the door, Petunia threw the suitcase on the ground in fright again, ran to the living room under Hermione's perplexed gaze, and picked up an ugly ceramic vase.

Holding tightly with both arms, for fear of falling to the ground.

For a moment, Vernon thought his wife was crazy... There were other things she could take, but she chose an extremely ugly handmade vase that she never cared about.