Harry Had the Right to Know Everything

After dinner, the twins secretly gave Vincent a meaningful look.

The three of them made their way to the sixth floor in perfect tacit agreement.

Ron was a little unhappy. "Your room is obviously bigger."

"Then we won't be able to hear what Dad and Mum are saying." Fred held a flesh-colored string in his hand.

George stuffed one end into his left ear. "And if we make too much noise, Percy will hear us."

"Are you sure this works?" Vincent was deeply skeptical of this new invention.

Making it extendable was easy enough, but making it sound as clear as if they were right beside them required a lot of adjustments.

Everything in nature made noise. The only difference was whether it could be heard.

Muggle microphones, for instance, used all kinds of methods to reduce noise and transmit clear sound.

"Want to listen for yourself?" George took off the string.

Vincent rolled his eyes. "Just tell me everything you hear."

Holding the other end, Fred carefully went downstairs and slipped it just a tiny bit through the bedroom door.

"Arthur, did you—tell him about—no—"

George waved at Fred as he returned. "Not clear enough. You need to stick it in a little farther."

"How dare they treat Harry like that!" Molly, in the fifth-floor room, was furious. "Arthur, you have to teach them a lesson tomorrow."

"I want to as well." Arthur shook his head helplessly. "The Ministry has been organizing a series of raids lately, and Minister Fudge specifically named me to be in charge."

With his son receiving the Order of Merlin, his father would naturally be put to greater use.

Molly let out a soft sigh. "Lily's magic must be maintained. We have to protect their child."

Arthur sighed as well. "Years ago, I had the same thought as Eric. The magic that kept that person away might continue until he comes of age."

"He's suffered enough already, Arthur."

"I know. So if possible, we should invite him to stay at our home as often as we can."

Upstairs, Vincent frowned tightly.

The magic on Harry that could turn Voldemort to ash actually had a time limit.

And it seemed Harry had to spend some time at the Dursleys' every year for the magic cast by his mother to take effect.

"Are we still going?" He looked toward Fred and George. "If Harry learns the truth, no matter how unwilling he is, he'll stay with the Dursleys."

"Of course we are!" Ron clenched his fist. "As long as we keep it going, that person might not even return before Harry comes of age."

The other three smiled bitterly.

Voldemort had already appeared, albeit through Quirrell's body.

If he failed to get the Sorcerer's Stone, he would definitely do everything possible to come back to life.

"The choice should be Harry's." Vincent recalled Dumbledore's calculations.

If Harry followed the path Dumbledore had laid out, he would certainly grow into a true savior.

That path might be smooth, or it might be arduous.

"Any act of crossing the line to interfere with someone's life in the name of 'for your own good' is wrong."

Fred and George stared blankly at Vincent as he said those words.

Even Ron, who did not fully understand, felt a powerful sense of guilt in them.

"If we make the choice for him, we're no different from the Dursleys."

"Then how are we supposed to get there?" Ron asked with a miserable expression. "We can't exactly ride flying brooms, can we?"

Fred and George exchanged knowing looks toward the window.

"Brother, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Of course. We're twins!"

At four in the morning, Harry still could not fall asleep.

More letters had arrived today, but Vernon had burned every one of them without even looking.

Trapped in such a large cage, he no longer held out any hope.

"Ding, ding—" A tapping sound came from the iron bars.

Harry did not turn on the light this time. He forced out a smile and went to the window.

"Good evening~" Vincent crouched on top of the bars. "There are some things we have to tell you.

Don't get too worked up. They're about your parents and this house."

Snape, the prophecy from twelve years ago, the magic Lily had cast, and the Dursley family.

He could see Harry's fists clenching tighter and tighter, but he told him everything anyway.

"You knew all along?"

"I only knew about Snape and the prophecy. I only learned the rest today."

Harry's breathing gradually grew heavier. "If I want to maintain Mum's magic, do I have to stay in this house?"

"Mr. and Mrs. Weasley said it will fail once you come of age, but you know that person is manipulating Quirrell from behind the scenes."

Vincent kept his voice as emotionless as possible. "We're friends. No matter what decision you make, the others and I will support you with everything we have."

Harry loosened his fists slightly and looked blankly into those azure eyes.

He had thought that from the moment he entered Hogwarts, his life would change beyond all recognition.

But that was not the case. It had even become worse.

"I—I want to leave this place—" Harry finally relaxed. "Leave this house for a while."

"As you wish." Vincent stood up.

Two huge beams of light shone against his back. "Where's your luggage?"

"In the storage room downstairs."

As soon as the roar of an engine sounded, Harry saw Vincent actually jump backward.

"Vincent, are you all right?"

A light-blue Ford Anglia slowly rose into the air.

Vincent stood on the hood, holding a silver-white suitcase in his hand.

"Ron!" Harry's eyes widened. "And you too, Fred! George!"

Vincent opened the suitcase and took out an extremely thick iron chain. "Stand back. I don't know whether it can pull this."

One end of the chain hooked onto the iron bars, while the other was fastened to the rear of the car.

Fred turned the car around. "Ready?"

"Of course."

Under the enormous forward force, the bars covering the entire attic only shook slightly.

"Good thing it's been modified!" Fred floored the accelerator.

"Crack, crack—" Cracks immediately spread through the wall where the bars had been installed.

Vincent steadily raised the suitcase, then jumped down again.

Mithril was a liquid metal that provided excellent cushioning.

"Damn it!" An angry roar came from inside the house.

A large head poked out from the second-floor window. "Harry Potter!"

As Vernon ducked back inside, Vincent sliced through the front-door lock with his Gunblade.

"Damn it, open the door right now!"

In the small storage room beside the stairs, he found Harry's luggage.

After packing everything into the suitcase, a huge crash sounded upstairs.

He quickly walked out of the house.

The cage-like iron bars crashed down into the small garden, along with several broken chunks of wall.

Harry kicked Vernon away in the attic and scrambled into the car.

"If you leave, don't ever come back to this house!"

Vincent raised his wand and pointed it at the wrecked ground, as well as the now-empty attic.

"Reparo—"

If Harry left like this, the Dursleys would only become even more resistant to letting him return.

Before leaving, Vincent also left behind a note.