Chapter 1289

If it hadn't been for Dumbledore suddenly writing a Howler that made Aunt Petunia come to her senses and keep him, he might have already been kicked out.

In the end, it was Darren who came over to take him away, and Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia only then gave him a slightly better look.

Harry thought of the Dursleys' fondness for Darren, and a small smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

But he immediately thought that Darren was gone, and he would have no one to protect him from now on.

"Oh, Ron, Ginny! My children!"

It was Mrs. Weasley's voice.

She had just rushed over.

She hugged her two children tightly. Then she also hugged Harry.

Harry's eyes turned red quietly.

Because in previous years, at this time, Mrs. Weasley would always hug him and Darren together.

This year, there was only him.

Mr. Weasley was smiling behind Mrs. Weasley. And Fred and George.

The two of them were wearing the latest style of coats. They looked extremely fashionable.

"Our joke shop has made a fortune. This is made of dragon skin! I think we should treat ourselves better!"

"Don't talk about that now. We're going to find the Dursleys right now!"

Moody said in a gruff voice.

Harry really wanted to say forget it.

But they had already rushed up. Especially Sirius.

He walked up to the Dursleys and said politely, "I think you should have seen me in the news: Sirius Black, who once killed thirteen people, with only a finger left at the scene!"

The Dursleys looked terrified.

Uncle Vernon blocked Petunia and the others behind him.

"What do you want to do? I can call the police and have them arrest you people!"

"You call the police? You watch how I make them arrest you!"

Sirius roared angrily.

If it were before, Harry might have felt very happy.

Because his godfather had threatened the Dursleys for his sake.

But when he thought about how the Dursleys were worried when Darren came to pick him up last year, he actually couldn't bear to watch this scene.

So he stepped forward, trying to squeeze out a smile, and said, "Aunt, Uncle, this is my godfather. He is not a murderer; his previous charges were a frame-up.

Now that the real murderer has been identified, my godfather has been released, and I apologize for him scaring you."

Sirius turned back in disbelief.

"My god, Harry, you really look like Darren now. You aren't possessed by Darren, are you?"

He made a joke, but Harry couldn't laugh at all. He could only look at the Dursleys.

Hearing him say this, the Dursleys indeed became smug again.

However, they didn't threaten Harry again, but instead looked curiously at the people behind Harry. Uncle Vernon frowned and said, "These are the people who picked up you and Darren. So, where is Darren?"

Harry lowered his eyes.

He stopped Lupin from intending to tell the truth.

He said softly, "Darren is at St. Mungo's! He was injured too heavily, and he hasn't been able to come back this year."

"Those places of yours are dangerous!"

Uncle Vernon said with disdain.

"Darren shouldn't have followed you. He is not like you people!"

Harry saw Moody and the others glare with anger.

They wanted to curse something, but in the end, they didn't curse anything.

Lupin stood in front of Uncle Vernon and said, "I hope you don't bully Harry. If you dare... believe me, I will report you to the government. I think this is child abuse!"

This threat was even more useful than Sirius's criminal threat. Because Uncle Vernon was most afraid of others knowing about his family affairs. Aunt Petunia even started to sob.

But looking at Aunt Petunia like this, Harry really couldn't laugh at all. Just as Darren said, at the very least, she took him in, didn't she?

Perhaps, at this moment, only the Dursleys would be sad for Darren. He didn't want Lupin and the others to threaten the Dursleys anymore.

Although he knew they were doing it for his own good.

"Harry, we will pick you up to stay with us as soon as possible this summer!"

Mrs. Weasley said with a smile.

Sirius said unhappily, "I am Harry's godfather. Harry should stay with me!"

"But I noticed that you haven't fulfilled your duties as a godfather at all. If Harry stays with you, you'll starve him to death!"

Mrs. Weasley said jokingly.

Harry realized they were trying to cheer him up. But who could be happy? He tried to smile.

He looked at Mrs. Weasley and the others, and just like in previous years, he said, "Goodbye!"

He walked to the side of the Dursleys. It was almost midnight.

The Prime Minister was staying in his office. This was necessary.

Because he had received a notification that the Minister over there, that is, the Ministry of Magic... the Prime Minister really didn't want to mention this word.

Anyway, the Minister there requested to meet with him. If he could, he really wanted to refuse.

He still remembered when he first became Prime Minister, he sighed in this room that he had finally reached this position.

Then the portrait hanging on the wall in the room suddenly spoke, saying that the Minister for Magic was about to visit.

He was startled. What Minister? Minister for Magic?

His country actually had a Minister for Magic? This really wasn't a joke?

No, wait, why could this portrait talk?