The Dursleys Are All Criminals

Vernon and Petunia were both furious.

The Dursleys' house had been raided, leaving nothing but owl feathers all over the rooms.

"Before dawn, you will restore this place exactly as it was!"

Harry obediently agreed.

The world was fair. Good things were often accompanied by bad ones.

But for someone whose life had already been miserable for eleven years, this was nothing out of the ordinary.

It was nearly dawn by the time the Dursleys' house had finally been completely cleaned.

Just as Harry collapsed onto his bed in exhaustion, the noise of heavy machinery sounded outside.

He poked his little head out and saw two trucks parked downstairs.

Leaning on his cane, Vernon exchanged a few words with the drivers before looking up and glaring at him with an especially vicious expression.

The trucks were loaded with sections of iron bars.

Once assembled, they would probably cover the entire attic.

Harry's little face instantly went pale.

The only thing that might be able to blast away this "cage" without magic was probably something like a fire-breathing dragon.

If he were trapped until school started...

139 Oxford Street.

Vincent was awakened by two owls.

After Gu Gu and Hedwig finished explaining what had happened, he realized how serious the situation was.

Compared to envy and jealousy, the Dursleys seemed to feel more hatred.

Even prisoners got to go outside for exercise!

After he told his parents what had happened, they both said they should leave immediately.

They already dared to imprison him. What else would the Dursleys not dare to do?

"Where is it?" Eric took a hunting rifle down from the rack.

Although Britain had not yet banned guns, automatic weapons could easily get someone sued.

"Surrey, Little Whinging—"

"I can take you there." He quickly hung the gun