novelcrest Chapter 586 Moving
Chapter 586 Moving
Chapter 582 Moving
The Christmas holidays are almost here.
The Ministry of Magic has clearly done everything in its power to maintain social order, but for some reason—
The outside world is becoming increasingly chaotic.
It's really hard to guess the reason.
Harry returned to Privet Drive after a long absence, for one purpose: to help the Dursleys move.
"I've changed my mind."
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This gave Harry a bad feeling.
He looked in the direction of the sound and saw Uncle Vernon drinking.
"It's all a lie, we're not leaving, we're not going anywhere."
For the past four weeks, Vernon Dursley has changed his mind every 24 hours, and each time he changes his mind, he has to load his luggage onto the car, unload it, and load it back onto the car.
"According to you..."
At this point, Vernon Dursley put down his bottle and paced around the living room, hiccuping as he did so.
"Penny, Dudley, and I—we're all in danger. Danger comes from—"
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“Some of our kind, that’s right,” Harry continued.
"Hmph, I don't believe it."
Vernon repeated it again, stopped, and stared intently at Harry.
"I stayed up all night thinking about this. It's definitely a conspiracy to seize our house."
"A house?" Harry asked. "What house?"
"This house!"
Vernon screamed, and the veins on his forehead began to throb.
"Our house! Property prices around here have skyrocketed! You want to kick us out, then pull some tricks, and before we even realize it, your name will be on the deed!"
"I have money, far more than you have."
One sentence was enough to silence Uncle Vernon.
"Isn't there a Ministry of Magic?" Penny suddenly asked from the side.
"Yes." Harry was somewhat surprised.
"Then why can't they protect us? In my opinion, we are innocent victims who, apart from adopting a suspect, haven't done anything wrong and should receive government protection!"
"We believe that a group of very, very bad people have infiltrated the Ministry of Magic."
Vernon strode to the fireplace, then turned back, panting heavily, his thick black mustache bobbing up and down, his large face still flushed a deep purple.
"Are you all packed your things and ready?"
Just then, the people Johansson had arranged to help with the move arrived.
"We'll drive out first, about ten miles, and then Apparate to the safe location we've chosen for you. I suppose you can drive?" the man asked Vernon politely.
"You can drive—? Of course I can drive!" Vernon answered hastily.
"You are so clever, sir, so clever."
The man continued.
"How's it going? Is your luggage all packed? Are we ready to go?"
No one answered.
Such a sudden departure was indeed difficult for the Dursleys to accept.
"Perhaps I should wait in the outer hall."
The man clearly felt that Harry and the Dursleys were going to have a tender, perhaps even tearful, farewell, and that it was inappropriate for him to stay in the house.
"No need," Harry muttered.
Vernon's words rendered further explanation unnecessary, and he exclaimed, "Well, that's it, farewell, kid."
He stretched out his right arm, wanting to shake hands with Harry, but at the last moment he seemed unable to face him, so he clenched his fist and swung it back and forth like a metronome.
"Ready, Dada?" Penny asked, casually checking the clasp of her handbag so as not to look at Harry at all.
Dudley didn't answer; he just stood there, his mouth slightly open.
"Let's go," Vernon said.
He had already reached the living room door when he suddenly heard Dudley mutter, "I don't understand."
"Is there anything you don't understand, honey?" Penny looked up at her son and asked.
Dudley pointed a thick, ham-like finger at Harry.
Why didn't he come with us?
Vernon and Penny stood frozen in place, the light fixed on Dudley as if Dudley had just said he wanted to become a ballet dancer.
"What?" Vernon asked loudly.
"Why doesn't he come with us?" Dali asked rhetorically.
"Oh, he has to go to school," Vernon replied, then turned sharply to Harry, his tone stern. "You still have to go to school, right?"
"Yes," Harry replied.
"That's settled then," Vernon said to Dudley. "Alright, let's go."
Vernon strode toward the living room door.
The sound of the front door opening came from inside the house, but Dudley still didn't move.
Now—it seems we need some tender moments.
The man thought for a moment, then left Privet Road and decided to go to the sandwich shop he had seen on his way there.
Order a bacon sandwich.
Add a cup of coffee.
On the other hand, the same situation occurred in the family of a dentist in London.
Yes, it's in the Grangers' home.
Unlike sending someone from the Ministry of Magic.
Sean personally took charge of helping the Grangers move.