Chapter 118: Did You Forget Something?!!

Watching Dudley happily hugging the motorcycle and cheering, Darren smiled gently and opened the large bag in Harry’s hand again.

Inside were two designer bags and two shiny diamond necklaces. The whole necklace was made of diamonds, extremely beautiful.

Needless to say, the necklace was something he had Paqi craft.

Unlike ordinary people crafting diamonds, which still require polishing and fine carving craftsmanship.

For Paqi, as long as there were blueprints, it could continuously make exquisite jewelry.

As for diamonds, there were too many of these things.

Paqi had used the money from selling diamond jewelry to exchange for shares in several manufacturers in the ordinary world.

The car for Uncle Vernon just now, the motorcycle for Dudley, and even the bag Harry was holding for Aunt Petunia, were all taken for free by Paqi.

It looked extremely valuable, but for the manufacturer, it was just the price of an ordinary car.

Sending one to a major shareholder cost absolutely nothing.

It could be said that although Darren took so many things, in reality, the most valuable thing was the weight loss potion in Dudley’s hand.

It cost him twenty-something Galleons... could it be considered extremely precious?

However, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia of course didn't know his thoughts. They touched the gifts Darren brought with joy, discussing what they liked with each other.

Originally, they were very dissatisfied with this suddenly appearing nephew. This meant their family had to receive another little monster again.

Forgive Uncle Vernon’s excessive words; he was a man who liked rules and never wanted to come into contact with these strange things.

As for Aunt Petunia, she was even less willing.

This meant she had to bear the food and drink for two children; she was a housewife, equivalent to bringing two burdens, and she worried Uncle Vernon would be angry.

Dumbledore never considered her situation in this family.

He just threw the child here, explained the facts casually, and left.

Darren was the same; he wrote a letter introducing Darren, notified her that Darren would live at her house, and ran away.

Petunia felt he looked down on her. Looked down on her, this Muggle.

Only when she saw Darren, she fell silent.

This child who was lost at birth was too much like Lily. Looking at Darren, she thought she had returned to the beginning.

At that time, Lily could go to Hogwarts, while she was just an ordinary person.

She could only watch helplessly as her mother and father loved her sister more, thereby ignoring her feelings.

Yes, she had love for her sister, but also jealousy.

So she had an indescribable feeling for her sister’s child.

Jealous that they could use magic, and also afraid that they would use magic.

Especially afraid of them going to the wizarding world, afraid that they would die there like her sister.

Petunia had planned from the beginning not to give Harry any affection, so that, perhaps if this child died like her sister, she wouldn't be sad.

Only after so many years, she did have feelings after all.

That was why she tried her best to forbid Harry from going to that world when the Hogwarts letter arrived.

But Hogwarts insisted on letting this child go to the wizarding world. Then don't come back after going!

Who knew Harry not only came back, he also brought another little cub.

She saw them when she was looking for the restroom just now. And overheard them talking.

This little cub named Darren was like Lily; they were both very polite, and one sentence even made her cry out loud.

Yes, on the day Harry and the others lost their parents, she also lost her sister.

That day was bewildering.

She was jealous of her sister and didn't want to mention her, but that didn't mean she really hated Lily anymore.

Lily was kind, fiery, and she would also miss the days they spent together.

But the parting was just so abrupt.

No one thought to explain it to her properly, just casually saying Lily was killed by someone, a big bad guy in the wizarding world.

Also saying let her raise Harry, because Harry was only safe here with her. But she also had a child, and she would also be afraid; what if those people came to her house?

And what about Harry’s living expenses?

Vernon also hated these strange things. Petunia at that time was on the verge of a breakdown.

But there was no way.

She could only make herself strong and bear all this herself.

Until she heard Darren’s words, her tears couldn't help but gush out...

Now, she still didn't like Harry, but she also suddenly understood that she had indeed treated Harry a bit unfairly all these years.

As for Darren... such a cute little angel, how could she not like him? If he could bring her a few more sets of dresses next time, she would be even happier!

"Alright, time to leave, if you insist on letting others watch here. Darren, come over, let me talk to you."

Aunt Petunia said to Darren with a reserved smile.

Uncle Vernon hurriedly urged Dudley to get into the car they bought together.

He was in a good mood; perhaps, tomorrow he could change cars; it hadn't been that much of a loss after all these years.

If he counted the money they spent raising Harry, maybe it was even more. No, it must be more.

After all, Darren also gave Dudley a motorcycle, and a bottle of weight loss potion that was said to be incredibly precious.

And Petunia’s two bags; those two bags looked more expensive than his salary for a year or two.

And even such beautiful diamond necklaces, so next time Petunia wouldn't nag him when going out to parties, having no jewelry to match.

Darren was really a polite child.

As for saying this also had a share for Harry, Uncle Vernon didn't believe it at all.

This brat didn't have such delicate thoughts, and he also hated their family very much.

Of course, they hated each other.

This brat wouldn't give them a penny even if he got rich! Darren was still the obedient child, a good child like Dudley. Perhaps he should consider letting Darren have the room on the second floor.

As for Harry, he could either continue to sleep in the cupboard downstairs or share a room with Darren.

After so many years, he wasn't afraid of Harry hating him more. Even Dudley thoughtfully opened the car window for Darren to ventilate. He also tried every way to praise Darren for being handsome and polite.

Harry stood outside King’s Cross Station, looking happily at this warm family leaving.

For a long time, he was suddenly stunned.

By the way, did you forget something?