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Chapter 356 12 Grimmauld Place

"As for why Harry encountered such a thing, as his aunt Petunia, you should know better."

Sherlock looked at Petunia, and Vernon and Dudley also turned to her subconsciously.

Petunia looked blank, and before she could speak, Sherlock continued.

"The man who killed your sister has returned, and the entire wizarding world knows about it, and the dementor who just attacked him is very likely to be related to that man."

The pupils in Petunia's eyes narrowed slightly, and her pale lips spoke a name that almost all wizards dared not speak out.

"You mean Voldemort?"

Vernon and Dudley didn't show any fear of the name. They were both Muggles, and Voldemort's influence was only limited to the magical world, so it had no deterrent effect on them.

At this moment, Vernon took over the topic, and he looked deeply at Sherlock.

"You mean, the murderer who killed Petunia's sister's family is back, and he is still planning to attack Harry?"

This is the simplest and easy-to-understand way for them, Sherlock nodded slightly.

"Yes, that's right."

Vernon's face turned completely cold at this time, he straightened his waist, blocked Dudley and Petunia, and faced Sherlock directly.

"Then you take that child away! We have raised him for more than ten years, and we have done what we should do! Now I don't want my family members to be hurt again!"

Both Dudley and Petunia looked at Vernon with their mouths open, as if they had forgotten how to speak.

Sherlock looked at him with calm eyes, without showing any disdain or contempt, but continued to nod and said.

"One of the purposes of my trip is to take him away from here. You are the father of this family, so of course you should protect your family first. Besides, you really never liked him. He has been raised so big, no matter what the process is, it can be regarded as having done what you can do."

"In addition, Dumbledore also made a special trip to let me say thank you on his behalf."

Just as Sherlock finished speaking, outside the window, another owl spread its wings and glided into the Dursley's house. It threw a letter on Sherlock, and then flew out again.

Sherlock didn't even touch the letter with his hands, just glanced at the stamp on the envelope, snapped his fingers, and the letter floated out of the window by itself.

Then suddenly a burst of flames broke out outside the house, and the letter had obviously been burned to ashes. This scene frightened the Dursley family to shiver.

Harry also came down the stairs carrying his own things, and he poked his head out to ask.

"Can we leave now, Professor?"

Sherlock looked at the Dursleys who had fallen into silence together, and waved to Harry.

"Thanks to them, Harry."

Harry didn't change anything, and he didn't hold any grudges towards the Dursleys. He obediently stood beside Sherlock, put his luggage on the ground, and bowed deeply.

"Thank you for your care over the years. I know you don't like me, so I will try my best not to appear in front of you again."

After Harry finished thanking him, Sherlock turned around, and the luggage that Harry put on the ground also floated up gently with him.

"gone."

Still holding Hedwig's birdcage in his hand, Harry happily followed behind him, and walked out of the Dursley's house together.

It was already ten o'clock, and there were even fewer pedestrians on Privet Drive, almost no one except Harry and Sherlock.

"Are we going to your house now, Professor?" Harry's voice was clearly excited.

Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"Go to my house first. You should have brought your broom. I still need mine. We're going to ride a broomstick to a place where you can settle down."

Harry blinked.

"Can't Apparate or Floo powder?"

"It's the first time I've been to that place, so there's no way I can apparate you there directly. As for the Floo powder, that thing is being watched by the Ministry of Magic all the time. Even if Scrimgeour becomes a minister, the people in it will Officials aren’t all credible either.”

After explaining to Harry, they had arrived at the place where Sherlock lived.

Silke had just washed the dishes after dinner, and was holding the remote control to follow what Sherlock had taught her before, looking for programs that she could continue to watch.

"Good evening, Professor Silk."

Harry greeted him like a well-behaved baby, and Silk looked at him, nodding with a faint smile on his face.

Sherlock took it from behind the door, a broomstick he had prepared at home before, and said seriously to Silk.

"I'll take him to find Dumbledore. He may not be back tonight. You should be careful when you are alone at home. Now is a special period."

Silk looked at him and smiled.

"I will, and you have to be careful outside."

Sherlock looked at her smile, smiled and nodded, and then walked out of the room with the small light bulb Harry.

"Come on, Harry, you are better at flying than I am, but you still have to be careful in the sky. I'm going to use the Disillusionment Charm on both you and me."

At the same time that Sherlock was casting a spell on Harry, three or four owls flew towards the direction where they were standing, dropped several letters like bombers, and then spread their wings and left.

But Sherlock didn't even look at the letters that fell on the ground, and directly urged Harry to take off.

Harry took a quick glance at the envelopes as he mounted his broomstick.

In addition to the address and Sherlock's name, it seems to be stamped with the seal of the Ministry of Magic.
Just when Harry was thinking wildly, they had already flown into the sky under the leadership of Sherlock.

It was very cold in the sky, but fortunately, on the ground, Harry had obediently put on a lot of thick coats over his clothes. Apart from being slapped by the cold wind on his face, his body didn't feel much chill.

Sherlock took the lead and flew towards London with Harry. They seemed to have detoured a lot in order to avoid Muggles along the way, and it took nearly half an hour to finally reach their destination.

This is a small square in the city of London. The surrounding houses have gloomy fronts and look like they are repelling people thousands of miles away.

Sherlock pulled out the letter he had received from the second owl of the day from his bosom, turned it over and handed it to Harry.

"Remember the address above, don't read it out, keep it in your heart."

Harry spread out the parchment, and with the help of the dim streetlight, he could read the words on it clearly.

[The Order of the Phoenix headquarters is located at 12 Grimmauld Place, London]

(End of this chapter)