The Dursleys' Fury

Mu En flipped the book back to the table of contents, looking at a section in A History of Modern Magic and falling silent for a moment.

"Sit down. I don't know much about you either, but perhaps the book will give us answers."

Harry noticed A History of Modern Magic on the book cover, which felt a bit strange to him. Without saying more, he sat down as requested.

Then, Mu En turned to that page and began to narrate as he read.

Under Mu En's gentle and slow pace, a picture from over ten years ago gradually unfolded in Harry's eyes. Then, this picture became increasingly chilling, making him feel a bone-deep cold.

An hour later, Mu En closed the book, took a deep breath, and turned to look at Harry.

Harry's eyes were a little red. Just as Mu En had said, he was trying to hide his emotions, but the constantly twisting fingers interlaced together showed he wasn't as calm as he appeared.

After a long pause, Harry finally said, "I..."

His throat was very hoarse, and he almost choked. After coughing a couple of times, he gave a wry smile. "Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon always told me... my parents died in a car accident."

"If you want to vent your emotions, please do," Mu En waved his hand and placed the book on the table.

Harry shook his head. "Actually... I don't know what to say. I'm not as sad as I thought I would be. Uncle Mu En, am I... too cold-hearted?"

"It's certainly not your fault," Mu En shook his head. "After all, you never met them. We only learn a corner of their past from the cold words in history books.

Their likes, their personalities, we don't even know what they looked like... Perhaps in the future, these things will enter your mind bit by bit. Like a blunt knife cutting you..."

Harry was silent for a while before saying, "I... I want to know more about them."

"Of course, that's only natural," Mu En nodded and pushed the book towards Harry.

He didn't know Harry's parents, so he could only give the history book to Harry and couldn't help him much.

Perhaps in the future, when Harry goes to Hogwarts, he can learn more about James and Lily's life there.

Harry carefully turned the pages, and Mu En stood up and went into the kitchen...

In the evening, Harry said goodbye to Uncle Mu En on the sofa and closed the door. A light rain began to fall again in London. He waited for a blackening red car to drive past in the darkness before crossing the road.

He felt a bit dazed all night, with different images and voices of his parents appearing in his mind, only to be denied and erased.

What kind of people were they? How did they speak? How did they laugh?

If they hadn't died, would everything be different?

All sorts of messy thoughts intertwined in his mind, like a tangled ball of yarn, leaving him unsure how to process them.

He pushed open the door, and what greeted him was still the house that looked warm but was actually ice-cold.

What would it be like if his parents were in the house right now?

Click—

The door opened again. Uncle Vernon, wearing a brown coat, walked in with a displeased look. The moment he saw Harry standing at the door, he pushed him aside, grumbling, "Get back to your room, you're still under confinement!!"

After scolding him, he took off his water-dampened coat and hung it on the coat rack before heading towards the living room.

Petunia also came out of the living room and hugged Vernon.

"You knew all along?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded from behind Vernon.

His stout body turned with some difficulty in the entryway, his eyes narrowed into slits, clearly very angry. "What did you say?"

Harry stood up and looked at them calmly. "My parents were wizards. You knew that all along, didn't you? My mother is your sister, isn't she?!"

Petunia took two steps back, her mouth trembling open, her face full of terror. Vernon's entire face suddenly turned red and hot like a boiling kettle, twitching uncontrollably.

"Don't—"

His voice was like an erupting volcano. His massive body quickly pressed towards Harry.

Until he was right in front of Harry's face.

"Don't you dare say that word in this house!!"

Harry looked at Uncle Vernon's face and suddenly realized he wasn't as scared anymore.

Instead, he seemed to understand why Uncle Mu En had told him not to show his emotions on his face.

Although he had seen Uncle Vernon's angry face countless times before, this time, he saw something else in his anger.

"You really knew!!" Harry understood, choosing to face Uncle Vernon's anger directly for the first time.

He said sternly, "Otherwise, why would you hate magic so much? It's because you know about magic."

"Shut up!!" Vernon grabbed Harry by the collar, opened the cupboard door, and tried to shove him inside.

Harry struggled, gripping the doorframe tightly, and shouted hoarsely, "I just want to know why you lied to me! Is that also wrong?!"

"Shut up, shut up!" Uncle Vernon pried open Harry's fingers one by one and threw him onto the small bed board inside the cupboard.

Bang—

The door was slammed shut. Dust from the white stairs fell on Harry's head. The small door's window was opened again, and Uncle Vernon stared intently at Harry.

"I don't know how you found out about this, but from today onwards, you are not allowed to go anywhere."

He didn't care how Harry knew these things, but from today on, everything would be nipped in the bud by him.

After speaking, Uncle Vernon slammed the small window shut.

Aunt Petunia kept patting her chest, taking deep breaths. She was terrified. How dare that guy speak like that in their home!

Uncle Vernon patted his wife's shoulder, constantly comforting her.

Suddenly, there was a knocking sound.

The two were startled. Who would visit them at this hour?

Exchanging a glance, Uncle Vernon sent Aunt Petunia to the living room sofa, then walked to the door and opened it.

Outside the door stood a man in a sharp suit, with a stern, angular face. He wore a brown fedora and a woolen overcoat.

"May I come in? As a visiting neighbor." Mu En took off his hat, revealing a gentle smile.

"No, I refuse!" Uncle Vernon said irritably. However, Mu En had already walked in, exclaiming, "So bright! I actually want to install more lights in my home, but unfortunately, I don't have complete electrical facilities."

As he spoke, he took off his hat and coat and hung them on the coat rack.

"I said, you're not welcome here—"

Mu En acted as if he hadn't heard, walking straight ahead. As he passed the cupboard, Harry's voice rang out. He was banging on the door, asking questions. He already knew who the visitor was from the sound.

However, Mu En simply pushed open the small window and said, "You should be sleeping, kid."

"I..."

"Trust me."

After Mu En finished speaking, he closed the small window again. He waved his hand over the small door, blocking the sound from both inside and out.

Then he turned to look at the dark gun barrel and the figure holding the shotgun.

"Mr. Dursley, I just want us to talk calmly about the child. Are you sure you want to do this?"