Chinese students at Hogwarts

Chapter 318 Dudley Dursley (End)

The Death Eater stood not far away, looking at Vernon, who had turned into a bloody man and had long since made no sound but still stood in the gap with open arms.

There was a rare silence, and after a long time someone said cautiously:

"This Muggle should be dead, right?"

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

This obese man with a thick beard, who was best at yelling at people, hit the ground hard, splashing dust all over the sky.

"Pooh!"

Bella spat in his face, and the Death Eaters suddenly laughed crazily. They laughed so hard, as if this could hide the fear in their hearts just now.

But only they know that maybe in the future, they will never forget that there was once a Muggle who stood in front of them and resisted an attack that even wizards could not resist.

Sirius ran wildly without stopping. Dudley's cries were like a red-hot iron, and every sound seemed to be burning his soul.

He didn't know how long he ran until he came to a small river, saw Dumbledore and Voldemort, and saw the surrounding environment as if an earthquake and tornado had swept through them.

He turned into a human and completely ignored Voldemort. He just looked at Dumbledore without saying a word.

Ke Keli's cry seemed to say everything.

Sirius saw Dumbledore closing his eyes, then opening them again, as if burning with rage, waving his wand, and using magical spells one after another to force Voldemort back again and again.

Voldemort escaped, turning into a column of black smoke and leaving with a wild laugh, as triumphant as the final victor.

"Sirius, where will you meet?" Dumbledore looked like he had aged several years, and his voice was filled with fatigue that Sirius had never heard before.

"Saint Mungo" Sirius said dryly.

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

He was still sobbing slightly, the bodies of Petunia and Dudley were slowly descending, the soft ground was rising, and the remaining tree roots sprouted and grew rapidly, bending their heads out, just in the blink of an eye.

Petunia and Dudley were already lying on a soft and comfortable wicker bed. Outside was a treehouse made of trees, with flashes of magic spells surrounding the treehouse.

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

When he appeared, Sirius found that he had arrived at that church again, that gap.

At this moment, the small church 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. The dead priest was still hanging upside down on the cross, and the sun shined through the stained glass windows into his godless eyes. On the ground, there is a dull gray color.

The chapel was in tatters, as if it had just been bombed. All the Death Eaters had fled. Even Voldemort, who was not very clear-minded, knew that Dumbledore would probably chase him.

So he hurriedly returned here, taking away his servants, leaving only a messy scene.

Dumbledore came to the gap. Vernon's body was covered in dust, and his fat, rosy face was covered with footprints.

Sirius, who was originally calm, suddenly burst out:

"Why don'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 and murmured in a very soft voice:

"I wanted to apparate and take them away, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't leave. He finally asked me to take his wife and children away."

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

"I'm really trying my best to apparate, and I don't know why the magic isn't working."

He knew that he was making trouble unreasonably. Dumbledore was facing Voldemort, not a small character to be dismissed.

Dumbledore held back Voldemort. To put it another way, how could it be that Voldemort held back Dumbledore?

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

In just the blink of an eye, the crumbling church returned to its original state. After the remaining blood was cleaned away, it was as if nothing had happened.

It stood quietly in place, but it lost the pastor who always cleaned himself diligently and always had a gentle smile on his face.

Dumbledore used a coffin made from a wooden board to put Vernon in. He stared at Vernon Dursley who was scarred but without a single wound on his back.

He let out a silent sigh.

"let's go."

Vernon is dead.

When Zhang Xiao got the news, he felt as if his heart had been pinched severely. It was an indescribable feeling.

This is the first time I have experienced the departure of a familiar character from the original work.

The Dursleys didn't have a good reputation in their previous life. Zhang Xiao still remembers that 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 the 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 disgusting, 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 Penny, 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 it weren't for the way she occasionally looked at Dudley with some sparkle in her eyes.

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?

Maybe you should ask yourself”

Ask me? Harry turned his head in shock, confusion and confusion flashing in his emerald eyes.

"I once envied Lily so much that I even secretly wrote to Dumbledore, dreaming of becoming a wizard.

But when I grew up, I realized that it was just a ridiculous and unrealistic dream.

My happiness is Vernon"

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

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

Harry bit his lip and shook his head.

"Yes, of course you don't remember, because you were young and Dudley used to like playing with you, until one time you got angry and made Dudley use your innate magic power again and again to mention that he was throwing Come down, lift, and fall."

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.

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 go to school, I also learned that this phenomenon is called magic burst. The more frequent and incredible it is, the greater the wizard's potential.

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

His parents would even scream with excitement.

But the phenomenon that wizards take for granted, and even enjoy, falls on ordinary people, and it becomes a heavy mountain.

The two fell silent again, the rain became heavier and 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 own voice:

"Then why did Na Na adopt me even though he knew the danger?"

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

She had a straight face, her lips pursed into a straight line, and her voice finally became emotional again:

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

"There are many Muggles, and they are colorful. Even if they don't have magic, their wisdom is still extremely dazzling.

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

Dumbledore rarely wore a black robe, stood under a tree, and said softly to Zhang Xiao beside him:

“They hate everything that is out of the ordinary, and they stubbornly believe in the world they know.

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

This was also the reason why Sirius couldn't Apparate with Vernon. Their resistance to magic was beyond imagination. "

(No potential wizard genes could survive exposure to 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 at Hogwarts, right?"

Dumbledore sighed:

"Sorry, Zhang, I can only answer you. No young wizard can stay in Hogwarts for the summer vacation. Yes, this is an absolute prohibition."

"Well, you won't tell me the reason anyway." 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, his black umbrella thrown aside, the cold rain dripping down his hair, maybe mixed with his tears.

The weather is very cold, and when the rain soaks the clothes, it becomes even colder.

But Ke Keli 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 or picky as before, and act like a real man."

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

He just stared blankly at Vernon's picture on the tombstone.

Dudley pressed his face against it, closed his eyes, and sobbed softly.

".I smell the stench of a wizard on this poor man. He died at the hands of a wizard?"

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

It's just that he is dressed in a completely different way at this moment.

The dark priest's robe was embroidered with two reverse crosses crossed like swords.

The exquisite leather boots had brass buckles, and Dudley could see at a glance that there was a brown gun holster on the belt around his waist, and there was a very old-looking pistol there.

Next to the pistol is a small silver 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, like you, are suffering from being harmed by these non-human beings.

So. Do you want revenge? "

(End of Volume 3)

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