Chinese students at Hogwarts.

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 a few 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 floor 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 put Vernon in the coffin made of a wooden board. 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.