Harry Has the Right to Know Everything

After dinner, the twins quietly winked at Vincent.

The three of them tacitly went to the sixth floor.

Ron was a little annoyed, "Your room is obviously bigger."

"That way, we can't hear what Mum and Dad are saying," Fred said, holding a fleshy-colored thin rope.

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

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

Extending it is quite easy to achieve, but to make it as clear as if it were right next to you, there are many things that need to be adjusted.

Everything in nature has noise, the difference is just whether you can hear it or not.

Like Muggle microphones, they use many methods to reduce noise, so as to transmit clear sound.

"Then you listen?" George took off the thin rope.

Vincent rolled his eyes, "Just say what you hear."

Fred carefully walked downstairs with the other end, extending it a tiny bit into the room.

"Arthur, you—the matter—told—didn't—"

George waved at Fred, who was coming back, "Not clear enough, needs to go in a little further."

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

"I want to too." Arthur shook his head helplessly, "The Ministry is going to organize a series of search operations recently, and Minister Fudge specifically asked me to be in charge of it."

When a son receives the Order of Merlin, the father will definitely be valued.

Molly sighed faintly, "Lily's magic must be maintained, we must protect their child."

Arthur also sighed, "I actually had the same idea as Eric many years ago, that the magic that blocks that person may continue until adulthood."

"He's already unlucky enough, Arthur."

"I know, so if possible, we must try to invite him to our house."

Vincent frowned upstairs.

The magic on Harry that turned Voldemort to ash has a time limit.

And it seems that he needs to stay at the Dursleys' for a period of time every year for the magic cast by his mother to take effect.

"Are we still going to act?" He looked at Fred and George, "If Harry knows the truth, he will stay at the Dursleys' even if he is unwilling."

"Of course!" Ron clenched his fists, "As long as we maintain this, that person may not appear again before he comes of age."

The other three smiled wryly.

Voldemort really appeared, albeit borrowing Quirrell's body.

If he can't get the Sorcerer's Stone, he will definitely try every means to resurrect.

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

If he follows the path he has set, Harry will definitely grow into a true savior.

This path may be smooth, or it may be arduous.

"Any action that interferes with your life in the name of 'for your own good' is wrong."

Fred and George stared blankly at Vincent, who said this.

Even Ron, who didn't quite understand, felt a strong sense of guilt from it.

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

"Then how are we going to go?" Ron looked dejected, "We can't ride Broomsticks, can we?"

Fred and George looked out the window with a tacit understanding.

"Brother, are you thinking the same thing as me right now?"

"Of course, we're twins!"

At four o'clock in the morning, Harry couldn't sleep at all.

There were quite a few letters today as well, but unfortunately, Vernon burned them all without even looking at them.

In such a large cage, he no longer had any hope.

"Ding ding—" The sound of hitting the iron bars rang out.

Harry didn't turn on the light this time, barely squeezing out a smile as he came to the window.

"Good evening~" Vincent half-squatted on top of the fence, "There are some things we must tell you.

Don't get excited, it's about your parents and this family."

Snape's matter, the prophecy twelve years ago, the magic cast by Lily, the Dursley family.

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

"You knew all this time?"

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

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

"Mr. and Mrs. Weasley said it would expire after you come of age, but you know that he is the one manipulating Quirrell from behind the scenes."

Vincent's tone was as devoid of emotion as possible. "We're friends. No matter what decision you make, I and they will fully support you."

Harry slightly unclenched his fists, staring blankly into those azure eyes.

He had thought that from the moment he stepped into Hogwarts, his life would undergo earth-shattering changes.

However, the reality was not so, and had even become worse.

"I—I want to leave here—" Harry completely relaxed. "Leave this house for a while."

"As you wish." Vincent stood up.

Two large beams of light shone on his back. "Where's your luggage?"

"In the storage room downstairs."

As the roar of a car engine started, Harry saw him jump backward.

"Vincent, are you okay?"

A light blue Ford Anglia slowly rose.

He stood on the hood of the car, still holding a silver-white suitcase.

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

Vincent opened the suitcase and took out a very thick iron chain. "Stand back, I don't know if it can pull it."

One end of the chain hooked onto the iron bars, and the other end hooked onto the rear of the car.

Fred turned the car around. "Ready?"

"Of course."

With the immense forward force, the bars covering the entire attic only shook slightly.

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

"Crack—" Cracks immediately appeared in the walls where the bars were installed.

Vincent steadily held up the suitcase, then jumped down again.

Mithril is a liquid metal that can provide a good cushioning effect.

"Damn it!" A roar came from inside the house.

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

As Vernon retreated, Vincent used his Gunblade to cut open the lock on the door.

"Damn it, hurry up and open the door for me!"

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

After putting them all into the suitcase, a loud noise came from upstairs.

He quickly walked out of the house.

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

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

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

Vincent picked up his wand and pointed it at the messy ground and the empty attic.

"Reparo—"

If he left like this, the Dursleys would only be more resistant to Harry's return.

He left a note before leaving.