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"We're here... Dad, just wait for us outside."

"Well...be careful."

John nodded and headed towards the Dursley's door.

"You are?"

The door opened and Mrs. Dursley poked her head out.John and Hermione stepped aside, revealing Harry hiding behind them.

"Hi...Aunt Petunia, I'm back from vacation."

Mrs. Dursley's eyes flickered, finally turning into a flash of striking disgust.

"Oh, Harry, why didn't you ask us to pick you up...and you troubled your classmates to send you here? This is not our Dursley tutor."

Mrs. Dursley said in a cadence, as if she was chanting something.

"Okay, Mrs. Dursley... won't you invite us in?" John curled his lips, "Headmaster Dumbledore asked me to send you something."

"Dumbledore? That damn old wizard..."

"You should learn to respect... Mrs. Dursley."

A beam of lightning arc shot past her face and exploded in the living room... She felt the stinging pain on her face and could faintly smell the aroma of barbecue.

"Oh, God! Damn wizard!"

Mrs. Dursley screamed and ran into the living room, calling for her husband in fear.

"Vernon! That damn little wizard kid is here with his despicable wizard friends!"

"They are my friends! How dare you..."

John stopped Harry from removing his staff.

"There are traces on every little wizard's wand to supervise the little wizards to prevent them from using magic spells in the Muggle world..." Hermione explained, looking at Harry and then at Harry with complicated eyes. The Dursleys huddled together.

"Get out of my house, damn wizard!" Vernon was holding a Winchester in his hands and yelling sternly, "And you... you are an immature wolf cub. You are a fatherless and motherless bastard. …We worked so hard to bring you up, is this how you repay us?”

Hermione frowned, she couldn't believe that Harry's uncle would say such a thing.

"Very good. Now that you are both here, I can convey Principal Dumbledore's message... Harry, please put your luggage back in the room first... choose a larger one." John winked at him. Wink "I know you still live in the stairwell..."

Harry blushed and looked at his panicked aunt and uncle with some concern.

"Don't worry, Dumbledore is an extremely decent wizard. He will not do anything to these two people." John patted him on the shoulder and urged him, "What's more, they are your only blood relatives at the moment..."

After Harry's figure disappeared from the second floor, John turned to look at Mr. Dursley, who was almost exhausted.

"You should really exercise, Mr. Dursley."

"How about we sit down and have a drink...and have a chat?"

A trace of struggle flashed across Vernon's face... Looking at the two obviously underage brats in front of him, he really couldn't pull the trigger.Even though I knew they were wizards with weird methods.

But he was also unwilling to feel like he was being forced, especially when the other person was just a minor.

"As an adult, you should know that every cause must have an effect, right?" John pulled Hermione and sat on the sofa of the Dursley's house. "I came with good intentions...although not entirely. But it's better than Well done Harry's godfather."

Vernon slowly put down the gun and looked at John with doubtful eyes.

"Oh, a murderer who supposedly bombed two city blocks... but he really loved Harry..."

Looking at Vernon who obediently pulled his wife to sit down, John sneered lowly.

"Looks like we can talk now? John Wick...my name."

"This is not your attitude to have a good conversation, Mr. Wick."

"Of course, don't forget how Harry came here all these years...I said that what Dumbledore asked me to bring was not all goodwill."

Vernon was silent, as if he was regretful or thinking about something else.

"Okay, it seems we can't chat in a relaxed and pleasant environment." John spread his hands and changed to a more comfortable position... The sofa was too hard, which made him a little uncomfortable.

"I originally prepared more...terrifying means for you. But it seems like it's no longer useful now?"

Vernon's Adam's apple rolled, and he forced himself to look directly at the boy in front of him.

"Okay, let's talk about something cheery..."

John reached into the pocket of his windbreaker. This action made the Dursleys put their hearts in their throats... Vernon even couldn't help but tighten the trigger.

"This is an anonymous bank card, 1000 million US dollars, as a thank you for taking care of Harry for so many years... Of course, he will live here until he reaches adulthood."

"I know that the treatment you give Harry may not even be a fraction of this bank card...but there are still several years, right? Think of Harry's friends, his teachers, his godfather...and, your son."

"Harry doesn't need your love, he has plenty of people who love him... So put away your dirty jealousy and think more about your idiot son."

John stood up with Hermione, placed the card on the coffee table, and tapped the card surface gently.

"Now... the deal is complete?"

"Humph…"

Vernon had a long face and made some noise from his nose, but was immediately pushed by Petunia, who was blushing and staring at the bank cards on the table... It was time for him to send off these two uninvited guests.

"Okay, you should still have some things to do...such as helping Harry change the furniture in the room, buying him something..." John smiled and extended his hand to Fu Nong.

Taking advantage of the handshake, he pulled Vernon's body down, just enough to be able to look at him levelly.

"I still think that people like you should need some means to make you more firm in front of your wife..."

Vernon was horrified to find that as the boy's pupils in front of him rotated, the surrounding scenery was rapidly losing color.

"Be quiet... think of your wife and son, Uncle Dursley." John smiled and let go.

"Tell Harry that he was too slow to clean up. Let's go back first...see you at the beginning of school."

...

"What happened to Mr. Dursley?"

On the way back to the car, Lewis looked at John leaning on Hermione's shoulder in the rearview mirror and wondered.

"Maybe you have a sudden stomachache?"

Lewis smiled.He didn't think anyone would have such a painful stomachache. His whole huge body was trembling and huddled together, and his big head kept hitting the doorstep... Even a stomach piercing would not be like this.

"Will nothing happen?"

"Don't worry, Principal Dumbledore just wants to punish him..."

Hermione twisted the soft flesh around his waist in dissatisfaction, as if to warn him not to use the name of the respected Principal Dumbledore to cheat... At least, Dumbledore would never be able to take out a bearer bank note. Card.

"Okay, you just have to figure it out... We have to go back quickly, we've been delayed long enough."

"Ah."