Chapter 398 Transfer, Fierce Fight
"He doesn't want to leave." Vernon explained directly on behalf of Harry. He didn't want the affairs of the wizarding world to affect his children.
"Yes, I don't want to." As they were about to part, Harry still did as Vernon wished.
"But where is he going?" Dudley persisted.
The Dursleys didn't know how to start, so they could only use some rude words to prevaricate.
The member of the Order of the Phoenix who was in charge of assisting the transfer could not bear to watch this anymore. She came over to comfort Harry, "Don't take it personally. They don't know your important role in the anti-Voldemort movement."
"Uh, they don't know, they actually think I'm a useless person who does nothing." Harry waved his hand casually, as if he didn't care at all.
"I don't think you're trash."
A voice suddenly came between the two of them. Harry looked up in confusion and saw that it was Dudley who spoke. Although his face turned red from holding back his words, it was enough to surprise Harry.
"Oh... er...thanks, Dudley," Harry said dryly.
The seventeen-year-old Muggle boy in front of him had truly undergone a transformation. He learned to examine his terrible past, which also made him feel ashamed.
He wanted to apologize to the people he had hurt, but the rift was too deep, and he was clumsy and could only put a cup of herbal tea outside Harry's door every day.
"Oh, my DD, you actually know how to say thank you." Penny rushed over and hugged Dudley, as if it was Dudley who had just thanked and saved others.
The two Order employees glared at Petunia.
Dudley broke free from his mother's arms, came to Harry, and stretched out his hand to shake hands with Harry.
"Goodbye, Harry!" Dudley whispered.
"Okay..." Harry stretched out his hand and shook it. "Goodbye, take care, Brother D."
Harry gave him a smile, accepting Dudley's implicit apology.
When Dudley walked out of the room, only Petunia and Harry were left in the room.
Penny took out a silk scarf and wiped the sweat from her forehead. She said goodbye and turned away.
"Goodbye." Harry said softly, somewhat relieved.
Petunia stopped at the door and looked at Harry for a moment with a strange but timid look in her eyes.
In the end, she couldn't say anything and hurriedly got into the car with her husband and son.
That night, Harry packed his luggage and sat in the empty living room alone.
He stood up, walked to the small attic in the stairwell, and turned on the light.
Looking at this small room, childhood memories come to mind...Although not so beautiful, it is still childhood.
"What's wrong? Are you reluctant to leave?" A pleasant female voice appeared behind him.
Harry immediately took out his wand and pointed it at the direction where the sound came from.
What caught his eye was a girl with beautiful long golden hair and deep and charming blue pupils.
A face that is not memorable but very delicate, matched with a black and gold evening dress, the whole person is as beautiful as an elf out of a fairy tale.
"Arthurie, Arthurie Prewett!" The other person stretched out her slender, gloved arm.
"Harry Potter." Harry extended his hand back out of courtesy.
"Prewett?" Harry seemed to have discovered something, and then a wave of memory interrupted him.
In Harry's memories of his first and second years, the missing figure was suddenly filled.
"You!" Harry looked horrified, horrified by this method that could change his own cognition unconsciously.
"Keep this secret. The fool in the Twilight Zone hasn't unblocked me yet, which means everything is still in his story." Arthur smiled lightly.
Harry swallowed, nodded and asked, "What are you doing here?"
"Take you to the Weasley house." Arthursie picked at her nails.
"You? Alone?" Harry looked at Arthursie suspiciously.
"Otherwise, who else can take you away unscathed except me?"
Arthursie smiled, then pulled a suitcase from her pocket and scooped Harry into it.
Then he put the box containing Harry in his pocket.
Wearing a ladies' wide-brimmed hat elegantly, the light outside is just right. Well... maybe some of the guys who are causing trouble are not so good.
Athesi raised her wand, "Expecto Patronus!"
An equally huge silver dragon rushed out from her wand and pushed away the Dementors that were also surrounding her.
The power of prophecy locked onto the dragon hidden in her mind, and Arthur looked unhappy.
Countless black smoke trails formed in the sky and descended onto the earth, and the Death Eaters emerged from the smoke.
However, they didn't know what they would face next.
"Hu." Arthurie exhaled softly, and the invisible breath of her mind turned into a storm that swept across all the Death Eaters.
Their minds were already polluted due to practicing black magic, so they were unable to form a mental barrier to defend against the breath.
After all, not everyone is Grindelwald, who can continue to be firm in his mind after being addicted to dark magic.
The telepathic piercing carrying the manipulator's will shattered the spirits of these Death Eaters, and they fell to the ground with foam at the mouth.
"You...are much more cruel than me." An intermittent boy's voice sounded in Arthuri's ears.
"Just tell me if it works or not." Arthur rolled his eyes.
“It works...” The voice became longer and longer, and after yawning, he seemed to fall into a deep sleep and lost response.
"Fool." Arthuri scolded with a doting smile, and at the same time made a secret decision in her heart.
If he doesn't want to kill, then he can do it himself. Arthursi will let those doubters see whether Prewett's military power is still sharp.
Suddenly, a figure in a black robe appeared behind Arthuri, "Avada Kendawa!"
The green magic flew straight towards Arthursie, but Arthursie's body turned into silver-white petals and dissipated.
The killing curse failed, and Arthursie pushed back. The huge magical power modified the reality under her will, directly blasting the Death Eater in front of her away, and also blew off the mask on his face.
A familiar face appeared in front of Arthursi, and she looked at the person with a complicated expression.
"Father... the head of the Greengrass family." Arthurie coldly revealed the identity of the person.
"The Dark Lord has returned, and Prewett has fallen into a deep sleep. Why should we follow them down this path?
Come back with me, she likes beautiful girls, you will be safe with her."
Arsenault stretched out his hand, and the former father and daughter just stood there in the wilderness.
"I didn't expect that you could break through with your willpower... No, is it the blessing of the hazy illusion?" Arthuri touched his chin.
"Besides, who told you I was with the Order of the Phoenix?"
Arthursie raised her head, her charming blue pupils seemed to be glowing, and her pupils changed from dots to vertical pupils.
At the same time, under the influence of magic, she began to transform from a human to a dragon.
Soon, a giant dragon with golden dragon scales, agile body and huge physique appeared in front of Arseno.
