Aunt Marge had always disliked Harry. Seeing him speak so casually to her brother only made her even more displeased.
She withdrew the hand that had been petting her dog and indignantly accused Harry:
"Oh, you still live here?"
Harry ignored her and did not answer.
Aunt Marge grew even angrier and snapped:
"I'm talking to you, you ungrateful little thing! My brother was kind enough to take you in, so how can you be so rude? If it were up to me, I'd have sent you to an orphanage long ago! Vernon, don't you agree?"
Marge waited for her brother to back her up and mock the damned little brat with her.
But after waiting for quite a while without receiving any support from her dear brother, she turned toward Vernon in confusion and asked:
"Vernon, what's wrong? Say something. Don't you think I'm right?"
What surprised Marge even more was that the damned little brat actually imitated her, saying in the exact same tone:
"Uncle Vernon, what's wrong? Say something. Do you think Aunt Marge is right?"
The moment Harry finished speaking, Vernon finally came back to his senses and said miserably:
"Of course she isn't!"
Vernon's answer utterly shocked Marge. She stepped forward and touched her brother's forehead, asking in confusion:
"No fever either. Vernon, what's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly..."
Before Marge could finish, Vernon interrupted her:
"Marge, don't say another word. Harry is a good boy. It is our honor to have him as part of this family!"
It had to be said that Vernon was terrified right now.
His foolish sister—how could she say something so utterly tactless?
Harry no longer depended on the Dursley family. The Dursley family depended on Harry!
Ever since they had been able to cast spells, the