Chapter 447

People without magic always dislike wizards.

Not to mention Petunia, who was shut out of the magical world; she once wrote to Dumbledore wanting to attend Hogwarts but was rejected. From then on, her desire for magic turned into disgust.

And Vernon is a completely existence that rejects the magical world; he is arrogant and looks down on and fears those "special abilities."

Therefore, they shouldn't have adopted Harry in the first place.

Even if Harry were in an orphanage, he wouldn't...

... Forget it, it's better than being adopted, at least he can survive.

And fate is sometimes like a joke; after Dumbledore arrived, they had to adopt Harry, and Harry also needed to stay with his blood relatives.

So despite being extremely reluctant, they did fulfill Dumbledore's request, providing Harry with a place of "blood protection" to live, allowing him to survive. Dumbledore once wrote in a letter: "As long as he can be in the place he calls home, he can be safe." They did this, albeit in an extremely terrible way.

The problem is, they, at least Petunia, she is not without affection for Harry.

This can be proven. For example, after Harry received the Hogwarts letter, they could have completely let Harry go to read, and even should have felt happy, after all, they temporarily got rid of a burden.

But they, at least Petunia's performance is abnormal; she once had a very absurd idea, thinking they could drain the magic from Harry's body.

On Harry's eleventh birthday, when they tried to throw away the letters sent by Hogwarts but failed, Petunia and Vernon began to pin their hopes on the old superstition that "witches cannot approach water." But in her childhood, she had seen Lily jumping and stepping on stones by the stream many times, so when Hagrid crossed the stormy sea to the island hut without effort, she shouldn't have felt shocked at all.

When love and hate are intertwined, simple right and wrong cannot be distinguished.

The Dursleys are indeed mean people, but Harry could have lived not so badly... just need some child support.

So the second important problem appeared; wizards believe that the power of magic is far higher than gold coins, and no one thought of this.

So Harry became a responsibility that couldn't be shaken off and was likely dangerous...

Not a good adoption premise, plus not good adopters, it can be said that Harry's dark childhood was doomed from the beginning...

There is noise outside the Leaky Cauldron again; when the door is pushed open, the music from the record store next door comes.

"My god, Harry, why didn't you ever tell us—"

Hermione's voice appears at the pub entrance, every syllable seeming to tremble.

Her gaze sweeps across the pub, and she sees Sean and others sitting together at a glance; she walks over quickly,

"We must call the police! These bastards! They are..."

"Calm down, Hermione."

Jia Siting comforts.

"It's not worth getting angry, Hermione."

The brooch says.

Hermione looks at Sean in surprise; these words cannot be read from the young wizard's calm face.

"Alright, since everyone has met up, then we?"

Jia Siting waits quietly for something, and then waits for Sean's puzzled look.

"Let's go."

Jia Siting is helplessly wanting to laugh.

People come and go on the streets of London, and the young wizards are taken away by a stretch car.

Ron looks at the peach wood interior and wool carpet inside with novelty, and says in a low voice:

"Can a car be made this long?"

Sean is reading "Soul Transfiguration," Neville has been hanging his head, while Harry and Hermione are slightly reserved.

Harry opens his mouth but fails to say anything.

He seems to understand what form Jia Siting's help is in.

The Dursleys are typical people who judge people by their appearance; at this moment, their whole family is busy because of a big client who is about to arrive.

Because this big client is said to be related to them, and has the ability, and is very likely to order a large amount of goods from him (his company makes drills).

In the living room, Vernon clears his throat with great importance and says:

"We all know that today is a very important day; today I might make the biggest deal of my life.

I think we should go over the afternoon's arrangements again—everyone should be in their place at two o'clock in the afternoon.

Petunia, you should—?"

"In the living room,"

Aunt Petunia responds,

"Waiting to kindly welcome them."

"Very good, very good. Dudley?"

"I'll wait to open the door for them."

Dudley piles up a disgusting, artificial smile,

"Shall I take your coats for you, Mr. Green, Mr. Finnigan, and Mr. Potter?"

After saying the word Potter, he puts away his smile and pouts; same surname, yet there are people with such big differences.

One is a big donor that even his father has to treat respectfully, the other is a freak.

On the car.

The young wizards are also discussing the plan.

"Alright, then what we need to do is—shape a new identity for Harry..."

Jia Siting slowly states his plan, while Sean is not interested in this house-playing game.

But it must be said that Jia Siting's method is meaningful to some extent.

The core of the plan is actually one point: let Harry decide.

No one has the qualification to help Harry make decisions; what they need to do is just let Harry have the identity to decide his own destiny.

An identity of a lucky person who inherited "the legacy of a missing distant relative of the Potter family in the Muggle world"—including two small, well-known construction companies, is enough.

Jia Siting is busy arranging, and everyone is immersed in such an expectant atmosphere; only Harry, when turning his head away, quickly wipes his tears.

Dudley is wrong; at Hogwarts, there are so many people who care about him.