Voldemort's Classmate

Silvan was not actually the first person to realize that this house defied common sense. From the moment they entered and Petunia instinctively switched on the lights, her face had remained stiff.

When Silvan turned on the television, the sound from it also caught Vernon Dursley and Dedalus's attention.

"Almost forgot, this is the other thing I wanted to mention." Dedalus slapped his forehead and smiled. "You can live normally here. Everything is no different from how it was at Privet Drive.

"There should be enough food in the refrigerator to last you half a year—"

"Wait, half a year?" Petunia abruptly raised her head. This was also the first time she had spoken to Dedalus since leaving home.

"We can't possibly stay here that long. Dudley still has to go to school—by September, your school will be starting too, won't it?"

"My advice—" Dedalus sighed. "This is a war, a war between wizards. Until we win, this place is far safer than anywhere else."

However, the Dursleys were clearly not satisfied with that answer.

"War—ha—" Vernon sneered. "How long are we supposed to live here?"

"Not we—" Dedalus shook his head. "If I had to put it that way, then until you believe it's safe enough outside."

He pointed at the door behind him. "The exit is right there. You can leave whenever you want. Even if you leave now, Silvan and I won't stop you."

Hearing his name so suddenly, Silvan merely shrugged indifferently.

Why would he stop them? Even if the Dursleys wanted to go looking for Voldemort, it had nothing to do with him.

"But I suggest you stay here for a while. Once Harry gets somewhere safe, the Death Eaters and Tom won't keep watching Privet Drive."

It was as if something had exploded beside