Harry looked at Petunia's face. Her expression was so complicated that he could not even put it into words.
The surrounding bustle had nothing to do with them, as though an invisible wall had divided this little corner into a world of its own.
Driven by some inexplicable emotion, Harry found himself asking:
"Aunt... Petunia, would you like to take a look around Hogwarts?"
He regretted it as soon as he spoke. At Uncle Vernon's funeral, he had learned how Petunia felt about Hogwarts-a tangled mixture of love and hatred.
Even after all these years, it remained a scar in her heart.
Just as Harry was silently berating himself, he suddenly heard Aunt Petunia's voice:
"All right-"
Harry looked up at her in surprise, and Petunia continued:
"Perhaps it's time I brought that unfinished childhood dream to a close."
Harry fell silent for a moment, then nodded firmly.
"So Mr. Lucius came here from somewhere else through a private Floo connection?"
Zhang Xiao nodded thoughtfully. They really were a family of foxes. He had been wondering why Lucius had suddenly become bold enough to return to Britain.
It turned out he had simply spent enough money to buy himself a secret route back.
Even so, Lucius's decision to return earned him quite a few points in Zhang Xiao's eyes. After all, he was still near the top of Voldemort's revenge list.
Lucius had now thrown himself wholeheartedly behind Dumbledore. Only if Dumbledore's side destroyed Voldemort completely would he have any hope of returning to Britain openly.
Otherwise, he would have to stay holed up in China.
Lucius was very satisfied with his current life. More importantly, his wife Narcissa was even more satisfied with life in China.
Narcissa held Malfoy in her arms, smiling. Her face had filled out