Chapter 37

Harry's uncle Vernon Dursley also came out. He was probably in his forties, so fat that he had no neck but had a big beard.

Seeing John, Vernon Dursley's expression dropped and he yelled: "How dare you guys come to my house!"

Ever since he saw the warning letter sent to Harry by the Ministry of Magic a few days ago, Vernon knew that these little wizards were not allowed to use magic outside.

So he was not afraid of John at all, and yelled to drive John out.

"Mr. Dursley, I think you have misunderstood."

John smiled slightly, looking very polite.

"My current identity is the child of the head of the household at No. 6 Privet Drive, that is, the child of your neighbor. I came and knocked on your door."

His words stunned Vernon, and John continued to talk to himself: "I wonder if Mr. Dursley would not even have the most basic courtesy to kick a neighbor who brought a gift out of the door?"

Vernon looked carefully and saw that John had indeed come to the door with a gift.

The rich and sweet smell of apple pie made his precious son swallow like crazy. Vernon's expression changed several times, and finally he said with a dark face: "Since you are not that group of annoying people, then you can come in."

John smiled slightly and handed the apple pie to the cold-faced Penny before entering.

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"Sit down quickly and stay there for a minute and then you can go."

Vernon didn't look good on John. John glanced at Dudley, who was unpacking the apple pie and eating it, and thought that the two father and son looked really alike.

"Where's Harry?"

"Harry? Don't tell me about that guy."

Vernon knew that John had no good intentions. He locked Harry up tightly and nailed the iron bars, leaving a trap door to deliver food to Harry three times a day.

He had already made up his mind to make it impossible for Harry, a boy, to go to school again, and no one could make him change his mind.

Vernon held his watch and stood up to issue the eviction order, "You can leave my house now. You guys should never enter my house."

His attitude made John frown, and the politeness he had maintained gradually disappeared.

John had no intention of moving, and Vernon immediately wanted to chase him away.

John grabbed the stubby index finger that Vernon extended and gave it a squeeze.

Vernon suddenly screamed like a pig, and Petunia was startled and hurried over.

She saw her husband kneeling in front of John, one finger being pinched and moaning continuously.

"Mr. Dursley, I think you may have misunderstood something."

"Misunderstanding? There is no misunderstanding! If you don't leave, I will call the police!"

Vernon Dursley was still chasing people away. John lost his patience and said coldly: "I am not only Harry's classmate, but also my father. He has dealings with Mr. Finn Wallace. You know, how can I deal with it?" Some people have other methods."

Finn Wallace.

Vernon didn't even bother to scream when he heard the name.

That was the leader of a London gang, and he was not someone the police could manage.

Vernon, who originally thought that wizards had nothing to fear if they couldn't use magic, panicked. If John was right, then it would be easy for the other party to deal with him.

"Sorry, please forgive me for being rude." Holding back the pain, Vernon forced a smile and said, "Harry is upstairs."

"Very well, Mr. Dursley, please allow me to go up and meet my friend."

John let go of Vernon's finger, making him nod as if he was absolved, and then stepped aside to check if the finger was broken.

John directly turned his back on the guests and looked at Dudley who was still enjoying his meal. He said calmly: "Dudley, maybe you should show the way to the guests, right?"

Dudley didn't react, so Vernon just went up to him and pulled his ears to let him lead the way for John.

Dudley screamed in pain, but still took John upstairs with a look of reluctance.

After arriving at the door of Harry's room, John looked at the door that was sealed with only a trap door for serving food and fell into deep thought.

"I remember that the UK also has child protection laws."

"It was him. He destroyed my father's business a few days ago."

Dudley was afraid of being affected and hurriedly explained.

A year had passed and Dudley's fear of John had not diminished at all.

John curled his lips, he didn't bring a pencil now.

Stepping forward, he asked Dudley to open the door.

Chapter 44 House elves and flying cars

Harry had never had such a bad birthday.

His birthday was ruined by Dobby the house elf, and he was locked away.

He even felt that he would never be able to return to Hogwarts in his life.

Harry looked out through the gap in the iron plate of the window with some despair. Hedwig had lost some weight due to the bad food for several days in a row.

There, looking sick, Hedwig turned her head angrily.

At this moment, the door, which was only opened twice a day, was opened.

Harry looked up and saw John walking in.

"John!" Harry was pleasantly surprised.

John frowned after walking in. This place was indeed a bit too narrow.

Not much sunlight came in through the sealed windows, so John said hello to Harry.

"Harry, Hermione and the others said you didn't reply, so I came to see you."

As he spoke, John walked to Harry's bed and sat down. He said weirdly: "Why are you locked up?"

Harry got angry when he mentioned this matter, and he said with full resentment: "A house elf broke in. He told me not to go to Hogwarts, and then he sabotaged it. Uncle Vernon knew about me. Don’t use magic outside of school.”

"Oh my god, you don't know how I've been here all this time."

Harry found someone to talk to and vented his bitterness to John.

When John heard this, he suddenly felt strange.

"A house elf is here to trouble you?"

He was surprised. House elves generally would not take action against wizards, let alone come to other people's homes to cause damage.

"Did someone instigate it?" John thought about whether someone was deliberately trying to frame Harry.

"Could it be Malfoy?" When it came to who had this possibility, Harry's first choice was Malfoy.

John is speechless, you really are in love with each other.

The possibility of it being Malfoy is low. If it were Malfoy, he would have already written to John to show off.

denied this possibility.

If he wasn't being instigated by others, then it was possible that the house elf was more proactive on his own.

John didn't understand how a house elf could get involved with Harry.

Only old, wealthy wizarding families have house elves.

If you were to say that he was a former house elf of the Potter family, it would be fine. You don't have to question the Potter family's wealth.

When John was reading, he saw the potions developed by the Potter family, and one of the shampoos was sold out.

But the problem is, Dobby doesn't listen to Harry either.

House elves cannot disobey their master's orders. If they were house elves of the Potter family, they would not disobey Harry's orders.

Both of them felt strange about this matter and frowned.

"Let's not talk about this matter for now, John, are you here to rescue me?" Harry had hope in his eyes.

He had just heard Uncle Vernon scream like a slaughtering pig, and he thought it had something to do with John.

When he thought of John's ability to cut off the giant monster's head, he suddenly felt hopeful.

John glanced at him and remembered the letter Ron sent to him. He shook his head and said, "It's a pity that he needs to be saved, but it's not me."

"Who is that?"

Harry was confused.

John smiled mysteriously, he received Ron's letter.

Ron's father told Ron that Harry had received a warning letter from the Ministry of Magic, and that Harry had not responded to the letter for so long.

So Ron was going to bring someone over to rescue Harry. John thought that he would do it at night, so he said he wouldn't rescue Harry himself.

After all, I couldn't really call gang thugs to kidnap the Dursleys. I was a good, law-abiding citizen, so I was just trying to scare the Dursleys.

Although John couldn't save him, being able to chat here made Harry feel warm in his heart.

The two talked about their vacation, and John said that he had gone abroad, which made Harry envious.

"Harry, you have to be careful. I feel that it may not be long before Voldemort will come back."

John said the name, and Harry's face froze.

"I met a Death Eater in France. Although it was just one, it also means that his power has not completely collapsed. You have to be careful. Maybe what the house elf said is not unreasonable."

John didn't remember much about the plot. He didn't remember much about what happened to Harry in his second year. He remembered that the key clue was in a secret room in the bathroom.

He warned Harry aloud, hoping that he would be alert at all times.

"I see John, I'm glad you came to see me. It would be nice if my luggage was here so I could review it."

Harry also felt that he should work hard, but unfortunately his luggage was not here, but downstairs.

After hearing this, John told him not to worry. After saying goodbye to Harry and going downstairs, he looked at the reserved Vernon and said calmly: "Even if you put Harry in solitary confinement, you should give him time to sort out his things. "

Vernon nodded hurriedly when he heard this: "I'll move his things up right now."

He was really afraid of this little wizard who was the same age as Harry. Even though he couldn't use magic outside, he could call the gang to make him sleep and eat poorly.

He just wanted to get rid of the devil John as soon as possible, and he agreed to everything else.

Harry's luggage was carried up, and Harry didn't know how John made Uncle Vernon so obedient.

Since I could make Uncle Vernon obey, why not just ask him to let me go?

Harry didn't understand this, but John had already walked out of the Dursley's house.

He looked at the Dursleys who were watching him leave and nodded slightly.

To be honest, he didn't hate the Dursleys as much as he thought.

As a Muggle family, it was good that they were willing to raise Harry, a wizard.

At night.

John heard the roar of a car.

He lived in the attic, and when he opened the window, he saw a green car flying in the sky.

The car drove up to the Dursleys' window, and John saw three red-haired heads inside.

It didn't take much to figure out that this was the Weasley family.

John touched his chin and said, "This car was modified using Muggle cars and magic. It's great alchemy."

This flying limousine should not have been made by the Weasley twins. They don't have this level of alchemy yet.

John remembered Ron saying that his father was the Director of the Department for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts at the Ministry of Magic, and seemed to be the most likely person to build the car.

"It's interesting. Ron also invited me to his home. Maybe we can talk about alchemy when we go over there sometime."

John watched as several people in the car pulled Harry up. Because of John, Harry's luggage was placed in the room. They got on the speed car and left directly.

When Vernon Dursley woke up the next day, he saw the open window roaring.

He even suspected that it was John who did it and asked the gang to break down the windows of his house overnight.

This left him unable to sleep well for several days, and Dudley was even grounded at home.