Chapter 318 Dudley Dursley (End)

Chapter 318 Dudley Dursley (End)

The Death Eaters stood not far away, looking at Vernon, who had become a bloody man and had long since stopped breathing but still stood at the gap with his arms outstretched.

They fell into a rare silence, and after a long time, someone said cautiously:

"This Muggle. Should he be dead?"

Bellatrix took a few steps forward, walked around Vernon, and kicked him.

This fat man with a thick beard, who was best at yelling at people, fell heavily to the ground, splashing dust all over the sky.

"Pah!"

Bella spat in his face, and the Death Eaters suddenly laughed wildly, they laughed so hard, as if this could cover up the fear in their hearts just now.

But only they themselves knew that perhaps in the future, they would never forget that there was a Muggle who stood in front of them and resisted the attack that wizards could not resist.

Sirius ran madly without stopping. Dudley's cry was like a red-hot iron, and every cry seemed to burn his heart.

He didn't know how long he ran until he came to a small river, saw Dumbledore and Voldemort, and saw the surrounding environment that was like an earthquake and a tornado.

He turned into a human, completely ignored Voldemort, just looked at Dumbledore, and said nothing.

But Dudley's cry seemed to say everything.

Sirius saw Dumbledore close his eyes, then open them again, as if burning with anger, waving his wand, using one magical spell after another, forcing Voldemort to retreat again and again.

Voldemort fled, he turned into a black smoke, and left with a crazy laugh, complacent, like the final winner.

"Sirius, where are you meeting?" Dumbledore looked like he had aged a few years, and his voice was tired that Sirius had never heard before.

"St. Mungo's" Sirius said dryly.

"Don't worry, let's go over there first." Dumbledore gently raised his hand, and Dudley immediately fell asleep, but even the effect of the spell could not suppress the fear in Dudley's heart.

He was still sobbing slightly, and Penny and Dudley's bodies were slowly descending, the soft ground was rising, and the remaining tree roots were sprouting and growing rapidly, bending and sticking their heads out, just in the blink of an eye.

Penny and Dudley were already lying on the soft and comfortable rattan bed, and outside was a tree house grown by the trees themselves, and flashes of spells surrounded the tree house.

Dumbledore stretched out his arm and put it on Sirius's shoulder. With a crackling sound, the two disappeared on the spot.

When he reappeared, Sirius found that he had come to the church again, the gap.

At this moment, the chapel was quiet, as if the noise of the previous battle had nothing to do with it. The blood on the ground had not dried up yet, and the dead priest was still hanging upside down on the cross. The sunlight shone through the colored glass windows on his lifeless eyes, with a gray and dim color.

The chapel was tattered, as if it had just been bombed. All the Death Eaters had run away. Even Voldemort, who was not very clear-headed, knew that Dumbledore was likely to chase him.

So he hurried back here, took his servants away, and left only a mess.

Dumbledore came to the gap. Vernon's body was covered with dust, and his originally ruddy fat face was full of footprints.

Sirius, who was originally wooden, suddenly exploded:

"Why didn't you come to save him? You can obviously save him. As long as you come, no one will die!"

Dumbledore lowered his eyes, as quiet as a sculpture, just listening to Sirius's roar.

Sirius covered his face with his hands, muttering softly:

"I want to Apparate and take them away, but no matter how hard I try, I can't. He finally asked me to take his wife and children away."

Sirius seemed to be talking to Dumbledore, but also to himself.

"I really tried my best to Apparate, I don't know why the magic doesn't work."

He knew he was being unreasonable. Dumbledore was facing Voldemort, not a small character who was easy to deal with.

Dumbledore held back Voldemort, and from another perspective, wasn't it Voldemort who held back Dumbledore?

"It's not your fault. You don't need to blame yourself, Sirius." Dumbledore shook his head gently, and he stretched out his hand. The whole church seemed to be going backwards in time, and the broken things on the ground were flying in the air, jumping and running towards where they were originally.

In just a blink of an eye, the originally crumbling church was restored to its original state. After the remaining blood was cleaned up, the church was as if nothing had happened.

Standing quietly in the same place, but it lost the priest who always cleaned himself diligently and always had a gentle smile on his face.

Dumbledore put Vernon in a coffin made of a piece of wood. He stared at Vernon Dursley, who was covered with scars but had no wounds on his back.

He sighed silently.

"Let's go."

Vernon is dead.

When Zhang Xiao got the news, he felt that his heart seemed to be tugged hard, which was an indescribable feeling.

This was the first time he experienced the departure of a familiar character in the original book.

The Dursleys didn't have a good reputation in their previous life. Zhang Xiao still remembers how she hated the Dursleys so much when she first watched Harry Potter.

I wish someone could punish the Dursleys, their mean aunt, their rude and violent uncle, and their arrogant cousin.

In particular, Zhang Xiao also lived at his aunt's house when he was a child in his previous life. Although his situation was much better than Harry's, the sense of substitution was simply unparalleled.

But as he grew up, his views on the Dursleys became more and more complicated, and he seemed to be less disgusted with them, but he still thought that he was definitely not a good person.

Why do I feel sad when this kind of character leaves?

Is it because he drove his car resolutely into the church, even if there was a wizard he hated and feared the most, and he was determined to not look back?

Or did he stay in the end and risk his life to protect his wife and children?

Zhang Xiao sat on the bench at St. Mungo's, lowered his head and closed his eyes.

I have no idea.

The sky seemed to be smeared with a light layer of gray, and a few dark clouds were dotted in the distant sky.

The rain was pouring down, not heavy, with the chill of winter, and a kind of coldness that penetrated the heart.

Not many people came to see him off. Vernon was not a very popular guy, and those who came just put a bouquet of flowers in a hurry and left again.

When their whispers passed through the dense rain and reached Harry's ears, only the remaining words remained.

".How did you die?"

"Last week he was yelling at me in the company."

".I heard it was an accident."

".Ha, may he rest in peace."

Harry listened blankly and looked at Petunia, who was not far away and was dressed in black and looked haggard.

Her face had completely recovered under the influence of the spell, but Petunia seemed to have lost her soul, leaving only a shell, if she hadn't occasionally looked at Dudley with a trace of spirit.

Harry even wondered if she would die so suddenly.

Out of some unknown psychology, maybe out of guilt or sadness, Harry suddenly asked in a low voice:

"Aunt Petunia, why do you, I mean, Uncle Vernon and you, hate me so much?"

Yes, this was something Harry didn't understand very much. He even felt that as long as he was a little nicer to him, he wouldn't hate No. 4, Privet Drive, who had to go back.

Or maybe he wanted to hear the reasons why the Vernon family hated him, so that the heavy, almost unbearable guilt in his heart could be alleviated.

The rainwater made a rustling sound as it hit the black umbrella, gathering together and dripping down the rain ridge.

There was silence all around, except for the priest who was presiding over the funeral, who was diligently talking about some old-fashioned eulogies.

Just when Harry thought that Petunia would not answer him, Petunia's slightly hoarse voice said without emotion:

"Why do I hate you?

Yes, I have always hated you. I was jealous of my sister, jealous that she could go to Hogwarts, and even secretly wrote to Dumbledore, dreaming of becoming a wizard.

If possible, I don't want to take you in at all, but Dumbledore left me a letter

The letter said that we may suffer revenge from those madmen at any time, but he left a protective magic. As long as we adopt you, the protective magic will spread to us.

At that time, I already understood that magic was just a ridiculous and unrealistic dream for me.

My happiness is Vernon

Yes, I am not good to you at all. I transferred all my jealousy of my sister and my hatred of magic to you.

I also allowed Dudley and Vernon to bully you.

I know this is wrong, but looking at you and my weird brother-in-law with the same face and the same eyes as my sister, I can't help it. "

Penny said without any scruples what she would never have said before:

"And I didn't know how dangerous a wizard could be until we adopted you. Do you know what you did?"

Harry bit his lip and shook his head.

"Yes, of course you don't remember because you are still young."

Penny's voice began to tremble:

"Yes, you are a wizard. You are born extraordinary. Even if you haven't gone to Hogwarts yet, as soon as you start to get angry and angry, you will use magic to vent it. Even if you are only two years old, you will bring us so much joy. The damage that comes is huge.”

Harry felt like he was trembling all over, as if the cold rain outside had penetrated the umbrella and poured straight into his neck, chilling his heart.

Petunia continued talking, looking at Harry with her dull eyes, with a hint of sadness and ridicule:

"Vernon was so angry that he almost went crazy after seeing Dudley being injured. He wanted to throw you out, but I stopped him. Vernon. Vernon always accommodates me.

I was scared, scared that Dumbledore would come after me.

We can only put you far away, lest you have a nightmare one day and blow up the bedroom in excitement. The bedrooms upstairs are all adjacent! "

"Have I ever blown up a bedroom?" Harry's voice was as dry as a saw.

"Didn't you notice that many places where you lived later were broken? It was renovated by Vernon. When you were three years old, you suddenly called your mother and then destroyed your room."

Harry suddenly remembered the rickety cabinets and ceiling in the room, as well as the creaking wooden floor that was always warping. He had also hidden food under the floor.

He knows that he can do incredible things when he is angry or anxious.

After going to Hogwarts to study, I also learned that this phenomenon is called magic burst. The more frequent and incredible it is, the greater the potential of the wizard.

When a wizard's child shows super destructive power and extremely frequent magic bursts.

His parents will even scream excitedly.

But the phenomenon that wizards are accustomed to and even happy about is a heavy mountain for ordinary people.

The two fell silent again. The rain was getting heavier and the pastor's eulogy seemed to be coming to an end.

Harry opened his mouth and he seemed to hear the trembling in his voice:

"Then what happened in the church before. Why. Why."

Penny looked at him, and her eyes that had lost focus seemed to be slowly reuniting, staring at his emerald eyes, motionless.

She had a stern face, her lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, and her voice finally had emotion again:

"On that night, not only did you lose your mother, I also lost my sister."

"There are many Muggles, they are colorful, even without magic, but their wisdom is still extremely dazzling.

Among the hundreds of millions of Muggles, there are always some people who are special and unique."

Dumbledore rarely wore a black robe, standing under a tree, and whispered to Zhang Xiao beside him:

"They hate everything unusual, they stubbornly believe in the world they know.

Yes, they are isolated from magic, and anything related to magic will not appear. Appear on them.

This is also the reason why Sirius couldn't Apparate with Vernon, their resistance to magic is beyond imagination. ”

(Any potential wizard gene cannot survive after contacting Uncle Vernon's DNA. - JK Rowling)

Zhang Xiao suddenly asked: "Professor, why can't you keep Harry? It's safe to spend the summer vacation in Hogwarts, right?"

Dumbledore sighed:

"Sorry, Zhang, I can only answer you that no little wizard can stay in Hogwarts for the summer vacation, yes, this is an absolute ban. ”

"Well, anyway, you won't tell me the reason." Zhang Xiao shrugged, took out a bouquet of flowers, walked to Vernon's tombstone and put it down.

Dudley squatted in front of the tombstone with a pale face, and the black umbrella was thrown aside. The cold rain dripped down his hair, perhaps mixed with his tears.

The weather was very cold, and when the rain soaked the clothes, it seemed even colder.

But Dudley felt that his heart was even colder.

Vernon's words seemed to still echo in his ears:

"If Dad is gone, don't be as willful as before, and don't be picky about food. Be like a real man."

Dad Dudley's lips moved weakly twice, but no sound came out.

He just stared blankly at the photo of Vernon on the tombstone.

Dudley put his face close to it, closed his eyes, and sobbed softly.

"I smell the stench of wizards on this poor man. Did he die at the hands of wizards?"

Dudley raised his head suddenly and turned to look at the owner of the voice - the priest who presided over the funeral.

But he was dressed completely differently at this moment.

On the black priest's robe, there were two inverted crosses embroidered like swords.

The exquisite leather boots had brass buckles. Dudley saw at a glance that there was a brown holster on the belt around his waist, where there was a very old-looking quick-fire pistol.

Next to the pistol was a small silver exquisite crossbow.

The white-haired priest looked at him, his eyes bright and his finely trimmed beard trembling:

"Child, you are not alone. There are many people in this world who are suffering from the pain of being hurt by these non-humans just like you.

So, do you want revenge?"

(End of Volume 3)

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