Homecoming from Hogwarts

After putting his things away, Harry went downstairs to wash up and found that Professor Brain and his uncle and aunt had already entered the living room.

Professor Brian sat alone, leisurely sipping a glass of honey-yellow wine.

There were also two wine glasses on the coffee table in front of his uncle and aunt, but it seemed that they had no intention of touching the glasses at all.

In a quick glance, Harry thought he saw Uncle Vernon shooting him a look of resentment.

Perhaps he was resenting himself for calling a wizard like Professor Blaine into the house.

Harry smiled inwardly.

If the person who came was not a unique wizard like Professor Brain, if Professor Brain's face was not exactly the same as Uncle Vernon's former boss.
In fact, Professor Blaine's father was Uncle Vernon's immediate superior.

But the Dursleys probably hadn't found out that.

Click——
Harry closed the bathroom door and disappeared from the sight of the three people in the living room.

"Actually, this conversation was not part of my plan, but since we have met on this charming evening, I thought it would be a good idea to inform you of some of the circumstances."

Amosta raised his glass to the Dursleys, but instead of receiving a response, he asked the couple to curl up on the sofa.

"You may not know this, but Harry didn't have a very smooth year at Hogwarts."

Amosta didn't care, and just said calmly,
"Considering your lack of systematic understanding of the wizarding world, to put it simply, the wizard who once killed Harry's parents and was dubbed 'the most evil wizard in history' by the wizards in the wizarding world has resurrected and is active in the wizarding world again."

Resurrection
This is undoubtedly a ridiculous statement.

Vernon Dursley opened his mouth, but said nothing.

In the living room shrouded in dim light, Peggy's expression changed subtly.

"Oh, I suppose you see what this means, Mrs. Dursley?"

Amosta caught the change in Peggy's expression.

Peggy nodded slightly hesitantly and fearfully, but when her husband gave her a look of astonishment, she shook her head in shock.

Amosta stroked the wine glass with his fingertips, his eyes far away and deep.

"Harry has always been a thorn in Voldemort's side—"

"why?"

Vernon suddenly said,
"That bat thing, why does it hate that kid so much?"

"Oh, this——"

Amosta sipped his mead.

"In short, Voldemort had never found an opponent during the years he wreaked havoc on the wizarding world. He persecuted wizards who dared to resist him, and Harry's parents died because of this. But when Voldemort was about to kill Harry, he was defeated by Harry, who was still a baby at the time."

“Funny, ridiculous.”

Vernon muttered under his breath.

"--So, it is not difficult to understand that after Voldemort is resurrected, he will regard Harry as his number one enemy."

Amosta said slowly,

"So, it is foreseeable that Voldemort will do everything in his power to kill Harry in order to prove to his followers that he is invincible."

I got myself a drink.
"And that's why I decided to keep Harry away from you guys this summer."

Vernon frowned and racked his brains.

"You mean that group of criminals could break into my house?"

hiss!
Vernon jumped up from the sofa and glared at Amosta angrily.

"I will never allow this. You take that damned boy with you and immediately..."

"Please take it easy, Mr. Dursley."

Amosta simply raised a hand.

Vernon Dursley thought he was going to play some trick, and immediately stepped back in fear and fell onto the sofa, while Peggy stared at Amosta in horror and uttered a whimpering cry.

"First, there is a powerful spell that will ensure that both you and Harry are safe while he stays in this house."

Seeing the couple in silence, Amosta decided to end this unpleasant conversation as soon as possible.

"There's another reason why I want to take Harry away."

Amosta put down his glass,

"The current political situation in the wizarding world is complicated. In order to maintain their own power, some senior officials of the Ministry of Magic seem to want to push Harry to the forefront, so as to divert the wizards' attention from the prisonbreak that happened earlier. In fact, it happened today." Click!

The sound of a toothbrush cup falling to the ground came from the bathroom.

"At this point, we are unsure of exactly what the Ministry is going to do."

Amosta glanced at the swaying shadows behind the door and spoke faster.
"But the magic protecting this house will not be able to stop the Ministry of Magic's law enforcement officers. This is the second reason why I want to take Harry away."

Amosta tried to be brief, but the amount of information in his words still confused the Dursleys' thoughts.

The two people huddled together, staring blankly at the bathroom.

They seemed to have no idea what was so special about their nephew that could cause so much hatred among them.

"That's the situation—"

Amosta waved his hand, and the wine bottle and wine glass on the coffee table disappeared. A smile reappeared on his face, and he bowed slightly to the Dursleys.
"Thank you again, both of you."

After saying that, he walked out of the living room and went up the stairs, leaving the Dursleys still in a daze in the living room.

About five minutes later, Harry slowly walked out of the bathroom.

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley were still sitting on the sofa under the dim light, looking dazed.

Perhaps out of pity for himself for having to go through so much trouble, Harry actually felt a surge of sympathy for his uncle and aunt.

They were the kind of people who hated the strangest and most novel things among Muggles, but by some strange coincidence they adopted a wizard like him.

Moreover, this wizard is always in trouble.

In order to have a pleasant summer vacation without having to endure the hardship at Privet Drive, Harry felt it necessary to say a few words to his uncle and aunt.

"It's just one night. I'll leave tomorrow morning."

Harry tried not to think about the terrible news he had just heard, and spoke in a stiff tone.

"It won't cause you much trouble."

"Listen, boy!"

Uncle Vernon sprang up from the sofa again, a cannibalistic look on his face.

He strode towards Harry, as if he was about to roar, but was afraid of disturbing the suffocating young man upstairs, so he could only grit his teeth and suppress his voice.

Vernon's breathing sounded like a bellows.

"If you still have a little conscience and remember that we adopted you, then don't drag us into your troubles.

Tonight is your last night in this house. From now on, don't set foot in this house again!"

"Believe me, if I had my say, I wouldn't want to step into this house again!"

The trace of sympathy in his heart was instantly suppressed, and the anger in Harry's heart rose steadily. He glared at Uncle Vernon without showing any weakness.

Uncle Vernon raised his bear-like hand, and Harry was sure that Uncle Vernon was going to grab him by the hair or the collar.

"Vernon--"

Aunt Peggy came hurriedly from the living room and whispered,
"That man is still upstairs."

Uncle Vernon's fat face twitched twice, and he slowly put down his hand.

"You go to bed—"

Aunt Paige looked towards Harry.

Harry turned around with a gloomy look on his face and walked up the stairs.

"wait--"

Just as he was about to disappear from the Dursleys' sight, Aunt Petunia suddenly called out.

Harry frowned, stopped and turned to look downstairs.

Aunt Peggy had a strange expression on her face. She didn't glare at him angrily like Uncle Vernon did. Instead, she had a look of fear and fear that Harry couldn't understand.
"That wizard Voldemort, none of you can deal with him?"

Harry blinked in surprise, then calmed down.
"Of course there are. Professor Braine is one of them, as well as the headmaster of Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore. I believe they can all defeat Voldemort, but -"

Harry paused, then said with a calmness that he himself did not understand,

"Sacrifice is certainly inevitable." (End of this chapter)