Arthas? No, it's Harry Potter!

Vernon darted his eyes toward Professor Vinda Rosier for a long moment, but finding that she had no intention of acknowledging him, he had no choice but to turn his gaze to Isaac.

"Listen here, boy! I don't care who you think you are, but I want you to leave my house this instant!

You are not welcome here!

And we have no desire to have even the slightest connection with the likes of you!"

Vernon spoke with great force, yet Isaac could detect the bluster of a man masking his fear behind his words.

It made sense; if Vernon were truly as tough as he claimed, would he really have hidden away on this godforsaken rock?

Honestly, this place barely even qualified as an island.

"Don't be so hasty, Mr. Dursley. We come in peace, and there is absolutely no need for you to harbor such hostility toward us.

You see, I know who you are, but you don't know me.

Allow me to introduce myself."

Though Isaac said "allow me," he did not actually require Vernon's permission, and despite Vernon Dursley's claims that they were unwelcome, he did not interrupt Isaac.

"My name is Isaac Waldore, and I am a first-year student at Hogwarts this year. Furthermore, I live at 12 Medway Street."

Vernon's mind raced as he tried to place where Medway Street might be. At that moment, Mrs. Dursley whispered a reminder.

"It's in Hampstead Garden Suburb, Medway Street... that's where the most expensive houses are!"

The residences on Medway Street were truly reserved for the wealthy and the elite, and Isaac was still reaping the benefits of Grindelwald's arrangements.

One has to admire the older generation; how much breath had old Grindelwald saved Isaac by setting up that house all those years ago?

Under the influence of the power of money, Vernon Dursley's attitude became far more upright than before.

He suddenly realized something: it seemed that "freaks" like Harry Potter didn't necessarily come from humble backgrounds.

Isaac continued his introduction: "The person beside me is this year's Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts.

Professor Vinda Rosier comes from the Rosier Family.

You can think of the Rosier Family as the aristocracy of our society—one of the most powerful and wealthiest groups of nobles at that."

Once Isaac explained it this way, Vernon understood, and he no longer questioned Professor Vinda Rosier's demeanor, for in his mind, that was exactly how a noble ought to act.

Seeing that Vernon understood, Isaac began: "I have come here under the commission of Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, to provide Mr. Potter with his introduction to the magical world."

"Wait, wait!" Vernon Dursley hurriedly called for a halt: "We haven't agreed to let Harry Potter attend that... Hogwarts place of yours!

Are you people mistaken about something??"

Seeing that Isaac seemed capable of reason, Vernon Dursley ignored the fact that Isaac was merely an eleven-year-old child.

He was now desperate to rid his family of these troubles and messes.

To be realistic, as a sales director, Vernon was under pressure to meet quotas. He could not hide on this rocky island forever.

He needed to return to work, earn money, and support his family. Otherwise, how would he pay for his son Dudley's private school tuition?

He adopted a professional, firm tone: "You cannot simply ignore the wishes of Harry Potter's guardians!

His life does not need any cursed magic!"

Isaac did not show any impatience; instead, he listened to Vernon Dursley's words with great seriousness.

At least, that was how it appeared to Vernon.

Only after Vernon had finished speaking did Isaac nod slightly.

"Don't be agitated, Mr. Dursley. I understand your feelings, and what you say does indeed sound quite reasonable.

At Hogwarts, it is true that Muggle-born young wizards require the consent of their guardians to enroll.

Muggles are simply ordinary people who cannot perform magic."

Isaac explained the meaning of "Muggle" to Vernon in a measured tone, and seeing Vernon flash a slight, triumphant smile, Isaac continued without haste.

"But that applies to ordinary young wizards, Mr. Dursley.

The name Harry Potter has never been an ordinary name in the magical world.

Ever since he was born, the entire magical Britain has been whispering his name—Harry Potter.

You don't need to know what he has done; you only need to know that Mr. Potter's existence is a matter of concern for the entire magical Britain.

Everyone knows that Harry Potter will be enrolling at Hogwarts this year."

"The messengers from Hogwarts—I am referring to those owls—may have caused you some minor trouble..."

Vernon was about to shout a heated rebuttal, but Isaac stopped him with a look.

Then, Isaac said to him sincerely: "Please believe me, those wizards... I mean, the same kind as your wife's sister, Petunia—the trouble they could cause is far greater than any owl.

I believe you have a deep understanding of that, don't you?"

Vernon Dursley was furious, but he noticed his wife's expression; years of marriage made Vernon realize that Petunia was confirming Isaac's words.

Vernon pulled Petunia behind him, breathing heavily like an ox: "So, are you threatening us?"

"Fine, I admit it..."

Just as Vernon was about to concede that Isaac's threat was effective and prepare to "sweep" Harry out the door, Isaac gently raised a hand to stop him from saying anything further.

"Mr. Dursley, what I just mentioned was something you and your wife already knew. Now, let me tell you something you don't.

In the wizarding world, a wizard's lineage is divided into three categories: pure-blood, half-blood, and Muggle-born.

We shall set aside the first two for now and focus solely on the latter.

Wizards have conducted studies showing that once a Muggle family has a wizard in their ancestry, the probability of future generations producing a wizard increases.

Furthermore, two Muggles can indeed give birth to a wizard. I believe Mrs. Dursley is aware of this, aren't you?"

Petunia Dursley nodded, her face turning ghastly as if she had just recalled something.

"Very good. Based on the consensus we have reached, Harry's mother, Lily Evans Potter, was a witch.

So, Ms. Petunia Evans Dursley, are you truly so certain that your future children, or even the future children of young Mr. Dursley, will not be wizards?"

"Don't get agitated, Mr. Dursley. I know what you're about to say." Isaac glanced at Vernon, reading the words on the tip of his tongue.

"If magical talent were merely a gift of fate, the professors at Hogwarts wouldn't go to such great lengths to persuade Muggle parents to allow their children to study at Hogwarts.

In fact, young wizards who possess magical talent but lack proper training and guidance will only cause even greater trouble.

I believe you have already experienced this firsthand, haven't you?"

Had Vernon not experienced it? Any one of the strange incidents that had occurred around Harry Potter over the years was enough to leave him physically and mentally exhausted.

If any of his descendants possessed the same talent as Harry Potter, he would rather they stifle that damned "talent" and never let it manifest.

Just as Vernon was thinking this, Isaac, standing to the side, said softly: "If this talent is forcibly suppressed by external forces, it will transform into an even greater problem.

An Obscurus is a parasitic dark energy entity created when a young wizard suppresses their magical talent for a long period.

Such a wizard is generally known as an Obscurial.

An Obscurial rarely lives past the age of ten."

Oh no, the one-track mind had just hit a dead end from both sides!