Chapter 795 (2/2)
”Yes,” Harry said directly to Aunt Petunia now. ”He came back a month ago. I saw him. ”
Aunt Petunia's hand felt for Dudley's leather coat shoulder and grabbed him.
”Wait,” said Uncle Vernon. He looked at his wife, then at Harry, and then at his wife. Obviously, he was dizzy and confused by this extraordinary understanding, and it seemed that some change had taken place between them.
”Wait! You said Voldemort was back. ”
”Yes.”
”Is he the one who killed your parents?”
”Yes.”
”And now he's sending Dementors behind you.”
”It looks like this,” said Harry.
”I see,” said Uncle Vernon, looking at his pale wife and Harry, then putting on his trousers. He looked in high spirits and his huge purple face stretched out in front of Harry's eyes.
”Great, then it's settled,” he said, wrinkling the front of his shirt as he smoothed it. ”Can you get out of this room, boy!”
”What?” Harry asked.
”You hear me - go away!” Uncle Vernon growled, and even Aunt Petunia and Dudley jumped up this time.
”Go away! Get out of here! I should have done that years ago! The owl used the house as a rest room. Ding exploded. More than half of the sofas were destroyed. Dudley's tail, the sign around the ceiling and the flying Ford car - roll! Get out of here! You did it all! You are the record of history! If there are some crazy people following you, you shouldn't stay here any more. You can't endanger my wife and children. You can't bring trouble to us. If you're going to follow the same path as your useless parents, I'll do it! Go awayHarry was frozen in place.
Letters from the Ministry of magic, Mr. Weasley and Sirius are now in his left hand.
Don't leave the house again. Whatever you do, don't leave your uncle's and aunt's house.
”You hear me Uncle Vernon leaned forward and his huge purple face was so close to Harry that Harry actually felt Uncle Vernon's saliva on his face.
”Go away! You were eager to leave half an hour ago! I was right behind you! Get out of the way and stop stepping on our front door! I don't know why we took you in when we first saw you. Marg was right. The place you should stay is the orphanage. We overestimate our strengths. We think we can get magic out of you. We think we can get you back to normal. But you're rotten from the beginning, and I've had enough of it - owl
The fifth owl fell from the chimney so fast that it actually hit the ground before it could fly again, making a sharp and painful cry.
Harry raised his hand to grab the letter, which was wrapped in a red envelope, but the owl flew over his head and flew directly to Aunt Petunia, who let out a scream and squatted down quickly, embracing her head in her arms.
The owl dropped the letter directly on Aunt Petunia's head, turned and flew away from the chimney. Harry ran to pick up the letter, but Aunt Petunia hit him.
”You can open him if you like,” said Harry, ”but I can hear it anyway. It's a wizard roaring letter
”Let's get away from it, penny!” Cried Vernon.
”Don't touch it, it's dangerous!”
”It was sent to me,” said Aunt Petunia in a trembling voice. ”It was sent to me, Vernon, you see! Mrs. Dursley penny in the kitchen at four Privet Drive She held her breath in terror.
The red envelope has started to smoke.
”Open it!” Harry urged. ”If you don't open it quickly! It can do anything! ”
”No!” Aunt Petunia's hands trembled. She looked around the kitchen for an escape route, but it was too late - the envelope was burning. Aunt Petunia screamed and threw the letter away. A terrible sound filled the kitchen, echoing in this small space, from the burning letter on the table.
”Remember my last time, penny.”
Aunt Petunia looked very weak. She collapsed in the chair next to Dudley, her face buried in her hands. The rest of the letter burned to ashes in the silence.
”What is this?” Uncle Vernon asked hoarsely, ”what - what - no - Petunia?”
Aunt Petunia said nothing.
Dudley stares at his mother stupidly, mouth opening and closing.
A terrible silence hovered in the kitchen. Harry looked at his aunt, puzzled, and his head began to sting again.
”Penny, honey?” Uncle Vernon asked timidly, ”Petunia?”
My aunt raised her head. Her body was still shaking. Her throat was swallowing.
”This child - this child has to stay here, Vernon,” she said weakly.
”What?”
”He's here,” said Aunt Petunia, her eyes not looking at Harry. She moved again.
”He But penny. ”
” if we get rid of him, the neighbors will talk about it. ” She said. She soon returned to her usual brisk, boisterous manner, though still pale. ”They'll ask embarrassing questions, they'll ask Harry where he's gone. We have to keep him. ”
Uncle Vernon let out like an old tire. ”But Petunia, dear -”
Aunt Petunia ignored him. She went straight to Harry.
”You're going to stay in your room,” she said. ”You don't leave the house. Now go to bed. ” But Harry didn't move.
”Who sent the wizard's roaring letter?”
”Don't ask questions,” Aunt Petunia stopped.
”Do you have any contact with witches?” Asked Harry.
”I told you to go to bed!”
”What does that mean? Remember the last time what? ”
”Go to bed!”
”What's next?”
”You must listen to your aunt, go to bed now!”