Chapter 16: Overslept
Oh, this matter, uh...
Hagrid originally didn't want to talk about these things, especially since Dali had asked, but seeing Harry's expectant eyes, he couldn't refuse.
Well, these things shouldn't have been said by me, but since you want to know, I'll tell you.
Hagrid thought for a moment, then spoke slowly.
Next, in Hagrid's narration, Dali finally came to know the whole story, although there were still many mysteries unsolved, but he roughly understood the situation.
Voldemort killed Harry's family, but when he tried to kill Harry, he slipped, leaving only that scar on his forehead... that is to say...
Upon this thought, Dali's gaze instantly sharpened, falling on the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead.
No wonder, when I previously touched Harry's scar, I felt an aura of evil and madness; this must have been left by Voldemort, but what spell could have such a lasting effect that even after over ten years, a strong evil aura still lingers on Harry's scar...
Dali couldn't judge these yet, after all, his understanding of magic is still insufficient, and he doesn't know the rules of how magic works.
In short, Harry, you are very famous in our world; you are the boy who lived. Your name echoes throughout the magical world. From the moment you were born, your name has been recorded in the Admission Book of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; you will study magic there and become a great wizard. Hagrid, tears and snot streaming, finished speaking and then grabbed Harry excitedly and said.
I... I really can?
Harry expressed doubt about this.
Of course, you definitely can. Hagrid said loudly.
Um, I want to ask, what happened to Voldemort in the end?
Dali couldn't help but interrupt the touching scene before him.
Upon hearing Voldemort, Hagrid shivered, dissatisfiedly glanced at Dali.
He disappeared; no one knows whether he's dead or alive. Many think he should be dead, but I think he wouldn't die so easily.
He has lost most of his humanity; it's uncertain whether he can still be considered human.
Also, let me remind you: that person is usually called a mysterious person; outside, it's best not to call his name directly.
Hagrid reminded.
Not daring to call his name only shows that you still fear him in your heart, even if he's gone. Dali said, curling his lip.
Oh, regarding your ignorance, I don't want to comment further; I hope that after you learn all his deeds, you can still be this confident. Hagrid said coldly.
Dali didn't say anything else.
This Voldemort probably isn't like the True God of the Guiyi World, where uttering a god's name invites punishment; but Voldemort probably isn't that extreme.
Of course, there might be other reasons here, similar to causality in Mysticism—for example, speaking his name might let him sense it; if so, then indeed we shouldn't directly call him Voldemort.
Thinking this through, Dali still felt it wise to be cautious; just in case this reckless dark wizard really had such ability, he wouldn't want to be targeted by such a person, especially before he had recovered his strength.
Beside them, Vernon and Penny's faces had turned deathly pale, especially after they learned that a dark wizard was hunting Harry's family.
Dali noticed his parents' expressions, and he also felt somewhat displeased.
People of the magical world, clearly knowing a dark wizard was targeting Harry, still sent him to their home, and no one explained anything to them; this essentially exposed the Dali family completely to the dark wizard's clutches.
If the dark wizard's fanatical followers spare no effort to come kill Harry, then wouldn't their family be completely reduced to cannon fodder?
Even if the magical world sends people to protect them, such things could still go wrong.
After learning all this, Dali felt somewhat uncomfortable, and his favorability toward the magical world also dropped considerably.
Taking a deep breath, suppressing his displeasure, Dali had his parents go upstairs to rest first.
After leaving Harry and Hagrid to catch up, he also returned to his own bedroom.
One night passed.
The next morning, when Dali returned to the living room, he found Hagrid sleeping soundly on the floor, while Harry had already gotten up and was preparing breakfast.
It's clear, Harry's mood is good.
Morning.
Dali greeted.
Morning. Harry replied.
Hagrid said he would take us today to buy school supplies.
Did he say what currency is needed?
Dali asked.
The currency of the magical world might be different from ordinary people's, right?
He didn't say, but...
Harry's expression was a bit tense.
Don't worry, I'll buy yours if you need it.
Dali said.
Thanks.
Harry quickly said.
He had been worrying last night about what to do if Uncle Vernon wouldn't give him money to buy things; now it seems that worry is unnecessary, Dali seems to have really changed a lot during this time.
But I think you probably don't need my help.
Dali chuckled lightly.
Why?
Harry was a bit doubtful.
From what Hagrid said last night, your parents were outstanding in the magical world; such people shouldn't lack an inheritance.
Dali explained.
Really? Harry blinked; he had never thought of that.
We'll find out when the time comes.
Dali said offhand.
The morning passed quickly, and by noon a roar startled everyone in the house.
"Oh, my god, I overslept!"
Hagrid Regret said loudly.
There were still so many things to do today, and he had slept until noon.
"I thought you needed a good rest, so I didn't wake you."
Dali and Harry exchanged a glance and said.
"Damn, we have to speed up, hurry and follow me."
Hagrid didn't have time to say anything else, immediately grabbed Harry and Dali, headed outside, placed the two on the back seat of his huge motorcycle, and rushed out of Dali's courtyard.
Of Course, this time we aren't flying in the sky.
"Oh! My god, where are you taking my son? Stop!"
Hearing the voice, Fonu and Penny rushed out, but the three had already sped away.
"Vernon, hurry, catch up with them."
Penny shouted loudly.
The two didn't have time to think, immediately got on the vehicle and followed.
End of Chapter
