Vernon and Petunia were both very angry.
The Dursleys was washed away, leaving only a house full of owl feathers.
"You must restore this place to its original state before dawn!"
Harry obediently agreed.
The world is fair; good things are often accompanied by bad things.
But for him, whose life had been terrible for eleven years, these were just ordinary things.
It wasn't until almost dawn that the Dursleys was finally completely cleaned.
Just as Harry was exhausted and lay down on the bed, the noise of heavy machinery came from outside.
He peeked out and saw two trucks parked downstairs.
Vernon, leaning on his cane, chatted briefly with the driver, then looked up and glared at him with a particularly fierce look.
The truck was filled with sections of iron railings.
If you were to combine them all, they would probably cover the entire attic.
Harry's face turned deathly pale instantly.
Perhaps only a creature like a fire dragon could break through this "cage" without using magic.
If he's stuck until the start of the school year...
139 Oxford Street.
Vincent was awakened by two owls.
After Gu Gu and Hedwig finished explaining, he realized the seriousness of the situation.
Compared to envy and jealousy, the Dursley seemed to feel more hatred.
Even prisoners can go out for fresh air!
After telling his parents what had happened, they both said they would leave immediately.
If they dare to imprison someone, what else wouldn't the Dursleys dare to do?
"Where is it?" Eric took a shotgun off the shelf.
Although guns are not currently banned in Britain, automatic weapons can easily lead to legal trouble.
"Surrey County, Little Whinging— "
"I can take you there." He quickly hung the gun back up.
The Wayne family patriarch also lived in Surrey.
The key point is that they haven't paid rent for six months. Eric should be prepared to get beaten up if he dares to cause trouble.
"Dad, what are you chickening out for?"
Do you know why I never hit you?
Vincent puffed out his chest. "Because I never cause trouble, and even if I do, I never bring it home."
"Bullshit!" Eric shuddered. "It's only because I have a good temper. If I were your grandfather, you would have run away from home long ago."
"That's true." Vincent suddenly remembered the Weasley family. "Go to Devon! And whatever you do, don't drive yesterday's beat-up car."
Eric took the keys off the hanging key. "What a piece of junk! That's an Aston Martin!"
"Oh right, right." Vincent shrugged. "It consumes nearly 20 liters of fuel per 100 kilometers, and even without traffic jams, I have to refuel twice."
"I know you're good at math." Eric put the key back and took the one next to him.
There are many small towns along the River Otter, most of which are inhabited by Muggle.
Autry- St. Catchpole is a wizarding village, a village where Muggle live together.
In the afternoon, a black sedan stopped at the entrance.
Based on his memory, Vincent roughly pointed in a direction.
After crossing a small hill and some bushes, the Wayne family arrived at a seemingly dilapidated house around noon.
Molly, wearing an apron, was already standing outside the door. "I knew it was you guys coming."
Magic has always been placed outside the village.
The only people who could drive here and know the location of the Burrow were the Wayne and Granger family, who had swapped addresses the night before.
"Isn't Arthur here?" Eric had barely finished speaking when a black and white vortex suddenly appeared at the doorway of the house.
The person who came out was Arthur, who had just finished work.
"Oh—it's you!" He smiled, though his face was tired. "I thought you would come back in a while."
"It's urgent, Mr. Weasley!" Vincent stepped forward, carrying Hedwig. "Harry's in big trouble!"
Arthur and Molly both paled.
"Child, come in and we'll talk."
The living room of the Burrow is a comfortable room.
Inside, there was a sofa and several chairs, as well as a large fireplace, a large wooden radio, and a very special clock.
Its dial has nine gold hands, each engraved with the name of a member of the Weasley family.
The clock face doesn't have numbers; instead, it lists the possible locations and statuses of each family member.
Bill and Charlie are at work; the rest are all at home.
The Wayne family had just sat down on the sofa when Fred and George suddenly jumped down the stairs.
"You two, shut up!" Molly snapped.
"Mom, we heard it upstairs."
As soon as she finished speaking, Ginny and Ron came down the stairs.
Percy was at the very back.
The already small living room was packed with people.
Arthur shrugged helplessly. "Molly, the children are just concerned about Harry too."
"Only this once."
Vincent didn't embellish the story; he simply translated what Gu Gu and Hedwig said verbatim.
Everyone looked very angry when the topic of Uncle Harry having a gun came up.
When the owl broke through the iron fence, they all loosened their fists with a look of relief.
"Mr. Weasley, in this situation, I think they would definitely do something even worse to Harry."
According to Muggle law, the Dursley' family has committed abuse.
Arthur's gaze darted away. "I need to speak with the ministry first. If they really don't let Harry return to Hogwarts, we will definitely take action."
Molly gave him a reassuring look. "Don't worry, Harry will make it to school safely."
Eric frowned slightly. "If possible, our family can raise him until he reaches adulthood."
"Thank you for your kindness," Arthur said somewhat anxiously. "The department will definitely handle this matter properly."
Vincent also frowned.
Neither of them seemed particularly keen for Harry to leave the Dursleys.
But this was not malicious; rather, it was a rather awkward act of goodwill.
"That's good." Eric clearly understood. "We came in a hurry and only brought a few small gifts."
Based on last night's conversation, Arthur was clearly very interested in Muggle items.
"Is this a real gun?"
"It's just a toy." Eric picked up one of the pistols and removed the magazine.
It didn't contain bullets, but rather clear water.
With a 1:1 replica appearance, it is one of Wayne's top-selling products.
Arthur wasn't too disappointed.
In Britain, gifts are usually not very expensive.
For the Weasley family, the real handgun was something they dared not ask for.
After chatting for a while, Evelyn and Molly went to the kitchen to help.
Several children were playing with toy guns that could spray water.
Arthur and Eric were discussing Harry's situation.
"To be honest, a year ago I was very jealous of his popularity."
After learning about what happened to him, I felt truly ashamed.
"But raising him requires going through a lot of procedures."
"Can't we go through our channels?" Eric patted his chest. "I still have those connections, if he's willing."
Arthur was speechless.
Without a doubt, Harry didn't want to stay at the Dursleys any longer.
Moreover, providing only material support for the child is something that should not be opposed, both morally and logically.