Petunia said with a sneer:
"I know you're a freak just like her and him. I suspected it ever since your family had that car accident.
Especially when you suddenly disappeared from the orphanage at eleven, and no one could say exactly what sort of school you'd gone to. That was when I knew I hadn't guessed wrong. Exactly like her back then..."
Douglas was surprised. He had guessed that the woman she mentioned must be Harry's mother, but he hadn't expected her to have gone to the orphanage to ask about him.
Harry froze. Why was it a car accident again? He really wanted to complain that his aunt never came up with anything new when she lied, always fobbing people off with car accidents, just as she had told him his parents had died in one.
Petunia looked at Harry again, her eyes full of disdain as she said:
"Don't you just want to know how he's related to you?
His mother and my mother were cousins...
Ha, are you wondering whether you can move out of our house now? Well, let me tell you plainly, that's impossible..."
Then she turned to Douglas again and growled coldly:
"I don't know what you're trying to do, and I don't want to know what relationship you have in that world full of lunatics.
But don't even think about taking him away. Not before he comes of age..."
Seeing his wife's expression, Vernon hurriedly put his hands on Petunia's shoulders and joined her in glaring at Douglas.
Douglas smiled and glanced at Dudley, who was thoroughly enjoying his sweets. This terrified the Dursleys, who hurried to shield their son, lest he end up like Marge.
At the sight, Harry couldn't help laughing out loud from the sidelines. So there were things