Chapter 836 Guilt

"I'm sorry, sir, can you tell me something quickly?" Harry interrupted the other party and said impatiently, "You have delayed me for a long time. I haven't finished my summer homework yet. I can't." I don’t want to take advantage of the last few days of vacation to catch up on my homework, as that will scare my aunt.”

Well, whether he was scared or not is another matter. The main reason was that he didn't want to make himself unhappy.

Probably this year, Santa Claus finally became serious for a while. When Harry got home, he discovered that Aunt Petunia was no longer so disgusted with having a wizard relative in the family. By the way, Uncle Vernon and Dudley's attitudes were also better. Probably... finally going from indifference to neutrality?

As long as he doesn't do what other wizards do, he always comes up with some weird gadgets to make the Dursleys stand out.

For example, raise an owl openly, suddenly make furniture fly, fly in the sky on a broom, turn the doorway into a tropical rainforest overnight...

After all, Muggles and wizards in the HP world are all people with delicate nerves. The slightest stimulation will make them jump like crazy.

This is the only thing worth complaining about, but this is the characteristic of people, isn't it? The greater the fluctuation of emotions, the greater the power of magic. This is reflected in the performance of Neon Kingdom's radar chart data, which is the burst.

The Dursleys particularly hated attention, which gave them a sense of social death.

He is obviously a bit greedy for money, and he always has no resistance to the "Lawn Awards", but he has no interest in being the center of attention.

A very conflicted family.

Harry is still a bit of a mathematician.

Writing summer homework in front of the Dursley family was a real challenge to their nerves! Harry now usually takes advantage of the evening or when they go out to take out his summer homework and write hard.

Although he didn't know why Aunt Petunia looked at him much calmer after he did this, and she was still cursing, but the next day he saw an extra lamp on his table.

This is probably the tsundere Robert was talking about?

Speaking of which, why are the Dursleys still staying at Privet Drive? Not because...

"This is what your... principal meant!" When she said this, Aunt Petunia's face looked as if she wanted to kill someone. Harry felt that if she didn't think she couldn't beat Dumbledore, she might have run away with a kitchen knife. Go kill people!

Probably, it should be because you are dissatisfied that you can't live in a new home, right?

Harry could only think like this. Of course, there would always be inexplicable delusions in his heart like "Maybe it's because of me."

Of course, he would never tell Aunt Petunia such a thing. After all, he is a wizard, so he is different from them, and there will probably not be much intersection with them in the future.

That's fine.

You don’t need to care too much, and you won’t be too sad when you say goodbye.

His mind was spinning a thousand times, but his face remained calm. Harry asked again, "Can I leave?"

Mr. Bathory lowered his head and pondered for a moment. When he raised his head again, he said with a serious face, "Okay, maybe I went too far, but Mr. Potter, are you willing to contribute your strength to all wizards? "

Harry was stunned by such a big hat. He stared blankly at Mr. Bathory in front of him and scratched his head, "Um, what do you mean?"

Mr. Bathory looked directly at him and spoke in a serious tone, "During the Four Wizard Tournament, a mysterious man attacked Hogwarts, causing Principal Dumbledore to coma to this day; three months ago, an out-of-control fire dragon attacked the ancient spirit. Pavilion, causing a lot of property damage..."

"Wait, wait a minute!" Harry's eyes widened, "How come I don't know about this?!"

Then, he remembered that Robert and the twins had solemnly told him before the summer vacation not to go to Diagon Alley in the near future.

Could it be?

He swallowed, "Could it be that Fire and Fire Dragon are still in Gringotts?"

"No, it escaped," Mr. Bathory said. "So far, we're still looking for it."

This is a lie. Basically all the employees know that the dragon ran into the Muggle community. Although only a skeleton was left, it still almost scared the Muggles half to death.

Fortunately, this news has not spread. The purebloods have cooperated with the goblins and want to secretly transfer some treasures into their own pockets before everyone reacts. This way, after the whole thing is exposed, they will find their own treasury. The damaged wizards will definitely cause Scrimgeour to be in a hurry and have a splitting headache. At that time, no one will be able to stop Harry Potter and others from being sent out of the Corrupt Kingdom!

Unfortunately, what they don't know is that all this is under the supervision of the New Wizards Alliance. They already have enough evidence to prove that these guys are stealing from themselves and are ready to strike first!

Mr. Bathory let Harry digest the matter for a while, and then told him in a deep tone, "You see, if we don't catch that hateful Dark Lord earlier, he will definitely cause greater chaos, but , except Dumbledore, no one can hurt that terrible man."

Harry seemed to understand something, "In other words, you want me to find a way to cure Principal Dumbledore?"

After a moment of hesitation, Harry said, "So, are you here to persuade me to... look for some kind of potion? Or, magic plants? I don't know any potion masters I know... except for the professors at school, by the way. , I don’t have a good relationship with the Potions Professor..."

He paused, "Or do you need me to find other Potions Masters? If it's for Principal Dumbledore, I will do my best."

Mr. Bathory seemed to be choked, and after a long while he hesitated and said, "Well, it's not a big deal. Of course, it has nothing to do with potions or anything, it's just..."

He smacked his lips and glanced secretly at the young man in front of him.

On that childish face, the emerald green eyes were full of seriousness.

Suddenly, Mr. Bathory's heart beat twice. Of course, it was not a heartbeat feeling, but an emotion that contained pain, hesitation, and regret.

Merlin! How could I do such an outrageous thing to this child!

I actually asked a child to volunteer to die!

What should I do if this happens to my child in the future?

Mr. Bathory fell into confusion. Suddenly, he no longer wanted to deceive the child. He wanted to tell him everything, including the fact that the pure-blood family was preparing to attack him.

His mouth opened and closed, and his voice was stuck in his throat. Mr. Bathory was wavering. He didn't know if he was doing the right thing. If...

If this child died in Neon, I would probably be uneasy for the rest of my life, right?