Chapter 292 The Real Story Begins

When Vernon drove into driveway 4 and saw his house and beautiful lawn, his mood was obviously better again.

Petunia was preparing a sumptuous dinner. Due to Dudley's strong request with his cane, the Dursleys had to enter the Christmas dinner mode a few days in advance.

He could eat a whole turkey by himself!

Mrs. Dursley had a good day and everything was normal. At the dinner table, Mrs. Dursley told him about the mother-daughter conflict in the neighbor's house and other gossip she had heard.

Dudley was not interested in this at all. He was busy shoveling Christmas cookies and Christmas pudding from the dinner plate onto his own plate, piling it high.

"Good boy, that's how you eat it." Vernon chuckled, picked up a glass of whiskey, handed his pudding to Dudley, and said to Petunia, who was excitedly telling gossip from the next street:

"Honey, guess what I saw on the way back?"

Petunia stopped two blocks away to talk about the love-hate relationship between the fat widow and the milkman, pursing her lips as she cut her pudding:

"Hmm?"

"A Christmas tree that's thirty feet long! Who would use such a big Christmas tree!" Vernon laughed, and this incident seemed to trigger his strange sense of humor. He raised another glass of whiskey, drank it all, and suddenly asked:

"Um - Petunia, dear - that kid is said to be spending Christmas with Mr. Black this year?"

In the Dursley family, Harry's name is a taboo word. If they have to mention him, the Dursleys will use "kid" instead.

"Ding" Petunia's knife collided with the beautiful bone china plate, making a crisp sound.

She pursed her lips, looked at her husband sternly, and said dryly: "It should be, what's wrong. We agreed not to mention him at home."

Vernon touched his limp hair and muttered:

"I don't know what's going on, I have a strange feeling that if someone uses a Christmas tree, then it is very likely that they use it."

Mrs. Dursley pursed her lips and took a sip of hot red wine. She shook her head impatiently:

"But what does this have to do with us?"

Vernon shrugged, and suddenly felt that his behavior was too stupid. Yes, what does it have to do with us?

But he suddenly thought of Black again. God knows how surprised he and Petunia were when the handsome middle-aged man who looked full of aristocratic style knocked on their door and told them his identity.

(Black's black hair is a metaphor for Roman aristocrats, the noblest class in the West.)

I didn't expect that the group of weird and crazy people who couldn't even wear clothes would have such a gentleman as elegant as Mr. Black?

"I'm very sorry. I'm Harry's godfather. I've been busy with the family business outside these years. It's quite remote there, and there's no modern communication equipment - you know, the minerals in Africa."

Mr. Black looked pale, his face full of melancholy and decadence.

Vernon and Petunia liked him almost immediately, because he showed his gratitude with practical actions and bought a large number of drilling rigs for his mining in Africa!

This is a generous thank-you gift, enough to take Vernon Dursley's position to the next level.

The communication with Mr. Black was undoubtedly pleasant, although this gentleman didn't know much about many of their things, such as he didn't know tennis, and he wasn't a fan.

But Vernon talked to him about Chelsea and expressed his love and support for the team.

Mr. Black didn't seem to be the slightest bit strange. On the contrary, he showed great interest and politely asked about the relevant details.

When they learned that the Black family had a history of nearly a thousand years, Vernon and Petunia were in awe. This was respect for a real "old money".

In view of the order for the drilling rig and possible future orders, Vernon decided to give Mr. Black a unique position in his heart.

The atmosphere in the restaurant was a little silent. Vernon was observing the wine in the crystal glass under the light, but he was actually absent-minded.

Dudley was not interested in anything. He had only one goal, which was to finish the damn pudding.

After a while of silence, Petunia decided to say something to ease the atmosphere:

"Dear, I have good news to share with you-"

This sentence really aroused Vernon's interest immediately.

He put down the wine glass, his thick beard trembling, and asked with interest:

"Oh? Let me guess, could it be that our little Dudley used his boxing gloves to knock down a few ignorant hooligans again?

He is really a chivalrous Robin Hood!"

He won the Southeast Youth Heavyweight Inter-school Boxing Championship some time ago, but then there was a warning from Smelting Middle School-Dudley participated in several fights at school.

The Dursleys rushed into the school and loudly defended their son, claiming that Dudley never bullied anyone, that he was loving and compassionate, and that he would only use his fists to protect his classmates.

Hearing her husband's story about his son's heroic deeds, Petunia couldn't help but smile, and she handed him her dessert:

"Mom's little angel, so that you can have the strength to protect those poor children."

After watching Dudley swallow the fist-sized pudding in one gulp, she said with a proud look like a peacock:

"Our lawn and garden won an award!"

"Winning a prize?" Vernon frowned. "What prize? My dear - you know, we won a prize last time, but we were asked to remit the money first. That damn liar, my 100 pounds!"

"Of course I know!" Penny suddenly took out a beautifully packaged box. When she opened it, there was a beautiful trophy and a check:

"Look, the bonus has been paid, 500 pounds! I went to the bank to verify it, and the check is genuine!"

Five hundred pounds? This is not a small sum. Most people currently cannot get five hundred pounds a month. Vernon nodded and temporarily put aside his doubts.

Penny was still chattering about the whole story of winning the award:

"This is a professional review committee that does not require registration. They have personnel in and around London. They will not alarm anyone, but they will use the most stringent eyes to inspect every household's lawn and garden!

If everyone is asked to sign up, they will go back and tidy up their own lawns carefully, so it will not be possible to tell who is paying the most attention to the lawn. So their idea is to find the lawn that is paying the most attention to the lawn.

You know, I have a knack for taking care of lawns and gardens, so darling, our home won the 'Best Lawn and Garden in Surrey' award! "

Vernon clapped his hands vigorously, and at the same time called Dudley to applaud Petunia too. He wiped his tears and said tremblingly:

"Penny, your hard work for this home has finally paid off. Congratulations, you deserve it. I swear there is no lawn better than ours in the entire United Kingdom!"

Not even Buckingham Palace! "

Penny became more and more proud, as serious as the Prime Minister giving a speech:

“Not only that, as the champions of Surrey County, we will also participate in the selection of the entire London! The people on the committee told me that with their professional vision, our lawn is very promising!

Once you win the title in London - a prize of £10,000! "

"Dad, is it really impossible to calculate the location of the Horcrux?"

Zhang Xiao lay in the spacious back seat of the Rolls-Royce and asked with a yawn. The little wizard was too excited last night, especially when Harry took advantage of his invisibility cloak and dragged them to the bathroom on the third floor. It's midnight and it's clean and safe now.

Even the professor who patrols at night will not go to that place, and Myrtle can help keep a lookout.

The four little ones have been separated. They must first go back to their own homes to tidy up, and then they will come together tomorrow, such as the Weasley family.

Bill and Charlie will also come back this year, so they will have 9 people, which makes Mr. Arthur and Mrs. Molly a little embarrassed.

However, Zhang Chengdao upheld the usual Chinese hospitality and patted his chest to express that there were enough rooms in his house and there was absolutely no need to worry about not being able to accommodate them.

As for expenses, let’s not talk about money.

Zhang Chengdao patted the steering wheel and thought for a while:

"It's not completely impossible to calculate, right? Didn't that fool split several of them? If we take them all, we should be able to calculate them, but it can only be a rough estimate, and we can't calculate the exact location.

By the way, that fool’s position can’t be calculated. "

Zhang Chengdao paused and marveled: "Don't tell me, there is something in the West. Soul and soul are so closely related, but Horcruxes can still maintain a state of isolation and connection.

It's really rare. Your fourth uncle specializes in souls and has never seen anything like this happen. Didn't you say you wanted to extract Voldemort's soul from the object?

Your fourth uncle has to take action on this matter. He has been waiting to see the peep show for a long time. "

Zhang Xiao was relieved, now only Harry and Hufflepuff's golden cups were left, and Nagini, who was not sure whether there was a split.

The one that worries me the most is the Golden Cup. Although it is said that the Golden Cup was hidden in Bella's vault in the original time and space, what if it is not hidden now? Or maybe Voldemort suddenly wants to change positions or something, that would be a disaster.

Just have an approximate location and leave the rest to Dumbledore.

The Rolls-Royce was moving slowly in the traffic. Zhang Chengdao was silent for a while, and suddenly said softly:

"Xiaoxiao."

"Huh? What's wrong, Dad?"

"There is news from Longhu Mountain that the situation in my hometown is not quite right recently."

Zhang Xiao turned around, frowned and asked nervously:

"That's not right, isn't there [Heaven]?"

"Well, this is something that your uncles and I don't quite understand. It stands to reason that although the undercurrents are surging in the country now, the country is still generally stable. At least it is much more stable than when there was an emperor in the past. There is obviously no abnormality in [Heavenly Court] Yes, but the signs are getting worse.

The Zombie King incident broke out in Sichuan and Chongqing some time ago. The zombies that have been around for nearly a thousand years have almost turned into bones. Fortunately, it is also one of the most important strongholds of our Dao Sect. It was discovered in time, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous. .

In this way, several powerful Taoist disciples were seriously injured. "

"Ah? How to deal with it?"

Zhang Chengdao sighed:

"Tsk, this is also the first time I know that zombies of this level appear in the world. I have seen a few zombies that have just become wandering zombies before. They are very strong but relatively easy to deal with.

When a zombie is close to being struck by lightning, the corpse is still there. If you don't destroy the corpse, you are helping it transform. When the true spirit cannot be dispersed by lightning, it will be time to become an indestructible zombie.

After being trapped, he was burned with real fire. "

Sichuan and Chongqing, Zombies, Burning Zhang Xiao scratched his head, feeling like he had seen it somewhere in his previous life.

Before he could recall the relevant ‘supernatural stories’, Zhang Chengdao continued:

“So your mother and I will probably live in China from now on. This is our responsibility. We must ensure the peace in China. You must be careful and cautious here. After all, you are the only one here.”

Zhang Xiao waved his hand:

“It’s okay. You can go back. China is more important. I still have life-saving things here. At worst, I can use the teleportation talisman to move grandpa here!”

“You kid——” Zhang Chengdao glanced at his son through the rearview mirror in annoyance and shook his head: “I knew you were going to say this.”

The Rolls-Royce gradually stopped. It was snowing heavily outside. People all over London seemed to have come out. They seized the last bit of time to make crazy purchases.

“Do you know how the teleportation talisman is used to achieve teleportation?”

Zhang Chengdao suddenly asked an irrelevant question.

"Hmm - I'm not sure. My book of talismans doesn't mention it."

"After using the Great Teleportation Talisman, it will mark your location. This mark can only be captured by [Heaven]. If you are within the coverage of [Heaven], it will immediately teleport you to a Taoist stronghold.

But if you are outside the coverage of [Heaven], the person bound to the Great Teleportation Talisman will be sent there. This is why your grandfather was teleported there instead of you being teleported back.

The Great Teleportation Talisman itself does not actually have the ability to teleport, and your grandfather does not have the ability to teleport thousands of miles away in an instant. It's just that he is the only one in the entire Taoist sect who can withstand this kind of teleportation.

It is actually [Heaven] that can truly achieve this kind of ultra-long-distance teleportation.

So. Once [Heaven] is unstable."

Snowflakes began to appear on the windshield one after another, and then quietly melted, turning into small water droplets that flowed along the glass, leaving a winding trail. The heater in the car was humming, and the warmth made people feel drowsy.

But Zhang Chengdao's words made Zhang Xiao feel a deep chill in his heart.

After thinking for a while, he slowly said:

"If this happens, will the teleportation talisman in my hand become a piece of waste paper?"

The snow was getting heavier, and Zhang Chengdao nodded:

"Yes, that's why I asked you to be careful."

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