Chapter 128 The reason
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Hua Shui Jun
Chapter 128 The reason
Kulrad Bryan - owner of the drilling rig company where Uncle Vernon works.
If it was two or three years ago, Harry would probably be able to say his name without thinking, even if he had never met the person, which is not a strange thing, is it?If you often listen to family members discussing this name and his stories, then you will also have a deep impression of this stranger who has never met.
In fact, 'often' was a bit harsh to describe how often the Dursleys discussed Mr. Cullard Brayne, since the two of them almost talked about the man.
Whenever he talked about the admirable benefits of Uncle Vernon's company, as well as the company's growth experience over the years, Uncle Vernon would always talk about Mr. Cullard Bryan and his wise men with the most respectful tone. Divine decision.
That reverent and humble tone, to give an inappropriate example. Harry suddenly thought of the same attitude that the house elf named Dobby from the Malfoy family he met in the last school year had the same attitude when talking to him.
But in the two summer vacations since entering Hogwarts, in Harry's impression, it seems that he hasn't heard the Dursleys discuss this person very much. diseased cancer.
"Oh, that's unfortunate—" Harry frowned in surprise, "When did it happen?"
"Two years. Or three or four years?"
Aunt Petunia said dryly, "Anyway, this matter has only recently spread in your uncle's company. Before that, Vernon and his colleagues had been wondering why Mr. Blaine didn't show up often. Before, he arrived on time almost every day. The company, assign work tasks to Vernon and tell them the direction of their efforts."
Hearing this, Harry finally understood what the Dursleys were planning. They hoped to use magic to cure the illness of the owner of the drilling rig company?
but is this allowed
Harry pursed his lips tightly. He knew that the wizarding world had always had perfect laws prohibiting wizards from actively exposing the power of magic to Muggles. His roommate and best friend at Hogwarts, Ron's father, was engaged in this aspects of work.
"We are not allowed to show like Muggles, I mean people who don't know magic. You know, you have all seen it. During last summer vacation, I received a warning letter"
After a few quick turns of Harry's head, he gave his answer.
If the circumstances are right, Harry will definitely not reject using magic to save a person's life, but if the price is that he may be expelled from Hogwarts, or even locked up in that terrible magic prison, then it's worth talking about. up.
"I've discussed this with Vernon—"
At this point in the conversation, the core of the problem has been touched, Aunt Petunia said out of breath,
"If someone troubles you, we will explain it to you. Many of Vernon's colleagues are trying their best to inquire about doctors with super high medical skills. Of course, it is unlikely that the problem can be completely cured, but as long as Can help Mr. Blaine last two days, or regain his energy You know what we mean, Vernon has been in the supervisor's position for some years, he is very capable, and should show his talents in a higher position, "
Aunt Petunia repeated again, emphatically,
"We think you should do something about it, and I think you probably do too, after all, without us, you'd be out on the streets!"
There was a message of resistance all over Harry, to be honest, he didn't want to get involved with this troublesome matter, but Aunt Petunia, who had already spoken, seemed unwilling to let this opportunity go,
"You must have people who have suffered from this kind of disease. What will the hospital called St. Mungo's usually do? Vernon and I will consider the matter of money, as long as they can come up with some symptomatic medicine!"
Aunt Petunia asked a good question. Harry didn't know how powerful St. Mungo's Hospital was. He was thinking about another question, that is, are there any wizards who have had cancer?
Harry racked his brains to think about the information about the wizarding world he had received at school since he came into contact with the wizarding world, but no matter the daily conversations, the wizard weekly magazines and newspapers he read, the digressions in the professor's class, or the Lying in the school hospital and listening to Madam Pomfrey talking about the strange ailments that the young wizards had in the past, none of them seemed to have anything to do with this aspect.
"You have to know how to be grateful, kid!"
Harry's long silence made Uncle Vernon, who was worried about his future, overwhelmed. He stomped on the wooden floor of the living room and almost cracked the door frame of the kitchen with his slap.
"We keep you from starving!"
He stood at the kitchen door and growled at Harry,
"We'll give you clothes, send you to school, and give you Dudley's old bedroom, and if you know how to spell 'grateful,' you'd be happy to say yes!"
You adopted me because Muggle laws required you to, and you put me in school because it was free, and Dudley didn't want clothes or bedrooms!
Annoyed, Harry really wanted to say that, but he worried that if he did, the Dursleys would chain him up in the utility room under the stairs until he came of age, never to be seen again. Wouldn't let him go back to Hogwarts.
"I have a condition—"
After a long silence, Harry looked up at the panting Uncle Vernon, and said with a gloomy expression,
"You guys have to give me back my magic book, I need to finish my summer homework!"
"How dare you raise conditions!"
Uncle Vernon slapped the door frame that was about to fall apart and roared viciously
"Look at your messy hair, you don't know how to be grateful, absolutely, I already knew your real face, boy!"
"Vernon, the neighbors will hear--"
Aunt Petunia gave a low warning and looked at Harry. Her shriveled chest was puffed up. It seemed that Harry's ignorant attitude made her very angry.
But in the face of her cold stare, Harry did not back down. He had had enough of hiding in bed in the middle of the night and writing his summer homework with a flashlight. If he didn't take this opportunity to get all his magic books back, then he could Imagine that when the next term started, his Potions professor wouldn't let him off so easily.
"You have to make sure—"
Finally, Aunt Petunia backed down, her face turned blue, she gritted her teeth and spit out word by word,
"I won't make any strange noises, and I'm not allowed to mention your affairs in front of the neighbors!"
"no problem!"
Harry's heart speeded up, and he replied quickly. It was a great victory to make the Dursleys back down, but he immediately added,
"I've got to see what's going on with this Mr. Blaine first--"
Under Aunt Petunia's suddenly wary gaze, Harry shrugged his shoulders and said,
"Only by figuring out the situation first, can I ask my friends to inquire about it."
"All right--"
This is a reasonable request, and even Uncle Vernon couldn't fault it, he gasped and said reluctantly,
"Me and your aunt and Dudley plan to visit tomorrow, you can go with me, but I have to warn you boy,"
Uncle Vernon bent his oppressive huge body, his eyes flashed with menacing light,
"Mr. Blaine is a very decent gentleman. If you dare to make some trouble in his house, boy, I promise you will regret your birth!"
(End of this chapter)
Kulrad Bryan - owner of the drilling rig company where Uncle Vernon works.
If it was two or three years ago, Harry would probably be able to say his name without thinking, even if he had never met the person, which is not a strange thing, is it?If you often listen to family members discussing this name and his stories, then you will also have a deep impression of this stranger who has never met.
In fact, 'often' was a bit harsh to describe how often the Dursleys discussed Mr. Cullard Brayne, since the two of them almost talked about the man.
Whenever he talked about the admirable benefits of Uncle Vernon's company, as well as the company's growth experience over the years, Uncle Vernon would always talk about Mr. Cullard Bryan and his wise men with the most respectful tone. Divine decision.
That reverent and humble tone, to give an inappropriate example. Harry suddenly thought of the same attitude that the house elf named Dobby from the Malfoy family he met in the last school year had the same attitude when talking to him.
But in the two summer vacations since entering Hogwarts, in Harry's impression, it seems that he hasn't heard the Dursleys discuss this person very much. diseased cancer.
"Oh, that's unfortunate—" Harry frowned in surprise, "When did it happen?"
"Two years. Or three or four years?"
Aunt Petunia said dryly, "Anyway, this matter has only recently spread in your uncle's company. Before that, Vernon and his colleagues had been wondering why Mr. Blaine didn't show up often. Before, he arrived on time almost every day. The company, assign work tasks to Vernon and tell them the direction of their efforts."
Hearing this, Harry finally understood what the Dursleys were planning. They hoped to use magic to cure the illness of the owner of the drilling rig company?
but is this allowed
Harry pursed his lips tightly. He knew that the wizarding world had always had perfect laws prohibiting wizards from actively exposing the power of magic to Muggles. His roommate and best friend at Hogwarts, Ron's father, was engaged in this aspects of work.
"We are not allowed to show like Muggles, I mean people who don't know magic. You know, you have all seen it. During last summer vacation, I received a warning letter"
After a few quick turns of Harry's head, he gave his answer.
If the circumstances are right, Harry will definitely not reject using magic to save a person's life, but if the price is that he may be expelled from Hogwarts, or even locked up in that terrible magic prison, then it's worth talking about. up.
"I've discussed this with Vernon—"
At this point in the conversation, the core of the problem has been touched, Aunt Petunia said out of breath,
"If someone troubles you, we will explain it to you. Many of Vernon's colleagues are trying their best to inquire about doctors with super high medical skills. Of course, it is unlikely that the problem can be completely cured, but as long as Can help Mr. Blaine last two days, or regain his energy You know what we mean, Vernon has been in the supervisor's position for some years, he is very capable, and should show his talents in a higher position, "
Aunt Petunia repeated again, emphatically,
"We think you should do something about it, and I think you probably do too, after all, without us, you'd be out on the streets!"
There was a message of resistance all over Harry, to be honest, he didn't want to get involved with this troublesome matter, but Aunt Petunia, who had already spoken, seemed unwilling to let this opportunity go,
"You must have people who have suffered from this kind of disease. What will the hospital called St. Mungo's usually do? Vernon and I will consider the matter of money, as long as they can come up with some symptomatic medicine!"
Aunt Petunia asked a good question. Harry didn't know how powerful St. Mungo's Hospital was. He was thinking about another question, that is, are there any wizards who have had cancer?
Harry racked his brains to think about the information about the wizarding world he had received at school since he came into contact with the wizarding world, but no matter the daily conversations, the wizard weekly magazines and newspapers he read, the digressions in the professor's class, or the Lying in the school hospital and listening to Madam Pomfrey talking about the strange ailments that the young wizards had in the past, none of them seemed to have anything to do with this aspect.
"You have to know how to be grateful, kid!"
Harry's long silence made Uncle Vernon, who was worried about his future, overwhelmed. He stomped on the wooden floor of the living room and almost cracked the door frame of the kitchen with his slap.
"We keep you from starving!"
He stood at the kitchen door and growled at Harry,
"We'll give you clothes, send you to school, and give you Dudley's old bedroom, and if you know how to spell 'grateful,' you'd be happy to say yes!"
You adopted me because Muggle laws required you to, and you put me in school because it was free, and Dudley didn't want clothes or bedrooms!
Annoyed, Harry really wanted to say that, but he worried that if he did, the Dursleys would chain him up in the utility room under the stairs until he came of age, never to be seen again. Wouldn't let him go back to Hogwarts.
"I have a condition—"
After a long silence, Harry looked up at the panting Uncle Vernon, and said with a gloomy expression,
"You guys have to give me back my magic book, I need to finish my summer homework!"
"How dare you raise conditions!"
Uncle Vernon slapped the door frame that was about to fall apart and roared viciously
"Look at your messy hair, you don't know how to be grateful, absolutely, I already knew your real face, boy!"
"Vernon, the neighbors will hear--"
Aunt Petunia gave a low warning and looked at Harry. Her shriveled chest was puffed up. It seemed that Harry's ignorant attitude made her very angry.
But in the face of her cold stare, Harry did not back down. He had had enough of hiding in bed in the middle of the night and writing his summer homework with a flashlight. If he didn't take this opportunity to get all his magic books back, then he could Imagine that when the next term started, his Potions professor wouldn't let him off so easily.
"You have to make sure—"
Finally, Aunt Petunia backed down, her face turned blue, she gritted her teeth and spit out word by word,
"I won't make any strange noises, and I'm not allowed to mention your affairs in front of the neighbors!"
"no problem!"
Harry's heart speeded up, and he replied quickly. It was a great victory to make the Dursleys back down, but he immediately added,
"I've got to see what's going on with this Mr. Blaine first--"
Under Aunt Petunia's suddenly wary gaze, Harry shrugged his shoulders and said,
"Only by figuring out the situation first, can I ask my friends to inquire about it."
"All right--"
This is a reasonable request, and even Uncle Vernon couldn't fault it, he gasped and said reluctantly,
"Me and your aunt and Dudley plan to visit tomorrow, you can go with me, but I have to warn you boy,"
Uncle Vernon bent his oppressive huge body, his eyes flashed with menacing light,
"Mr. Blaine is a very decent gentleman. If you dare to make some trouble in his house, boy, I promise you will regret your birth!"
(End of this chapter)
