Chapter 153 You Should Treat Your Boss Better

"You..." Mr. Dursley looked at Lupine and the others in horror, his fat fingers trembling like carrots, "you are that kind of weirdo."

Dudley was so scared that he hugged his mother.

Anton stood up gracefully, and saluted Petunia, "I am Professor Snape's personal apprentice, and I would like to send my regards to you on behalf of the teacher, Ms. Petunia."

"Snape..." Petunia covered her mouth with both hands, and murmured in disbelief, "He...is a professor now?"

Also in disbelief was Dursley, who stared at his wife with wide eyes.

Harry even exclaimed, "You know Snape?"

He had never felt that this world was so absurd. That aunt who hated wizards so much knew Snape?

Lupine stood up, walked to Harry's side, bent down and looked at him tenderly, "Sorry, boy, I'm late."

Harry stared at him blankly.

"James is my best friend. I have never dared to approach Privet Drive before. Yes, something happened." Lupine's expression was a little complicated.

Although he joined the Order of the Phoenix back then, he had always been subject to suspicion, until there were signs that there were internal thieves in the Order of the Phoenix, and that was his most difficult moment.

werewolf...

Can't be trusted all the time, right?

Except for James, and only James trusted him completely, Lupine had always known that even Sirius secretly doubted himself.

But never mind, he doesn't blame them.

At that time, Voldemort promised a bright future for the werewolf group, and only he, the werewolf traitor, stood on the opposite side of the group, not even to resist evil.

Yes, he joined the Order of the Phoenix not because he hated Voldemort so much. He was only because of James, only because of Dumbledore...

Too many people know the news about Harry's life on Privet Drive, and many wizards have come to see this legendary savior.

Only he, Lupine, a distrusted werewolf, a possible hidden minion of Voldemort, dared not even come to Privet Drive, especially in such a horrific context after the deaths of the James and his wife.

Maybe, get close and get a jinx.

He had such a fear, but he didn't dare to verify it. He was afraid that from then on, the past warmth would never come back.

Therefore, no one knew how excited he was when he got Dumbledore's own permission.

He wished he could take Harry into his own home, as Ilsa suggested, and treat him like his own son.

"You're my dad's friend?" Harry exclaimed excitedly.

"Best friend!" Lupine's voice was choked with sobs, he stretched out his trembling hand, and gently touched Harry's head. "Son, I didn't know they treated you like this. I'm late."

Ilsa sighed and patted Lupine on the back lightly.

She looked at Harry with a smile, "I have prepared a cake for you, Harry, happy birthday!"

Dangdangdang~

Anton put the big cake from the big box on the table, and the rich aroma of cream and jam wafted away, making Dudley beside him swallow his saliva.

Dursley shivered in his seat.

How dare!

How dare these people do this!

This is his home!

So unscrupulous!

He wanted to get up, growl, and get out. But he knew he couldn't, that man, that friend who called himself Harry's dead father, turned out to be his new boss!

He can't lose his job for this.

The feeling of being pinched to death was extremely uncomfortable, which made him feel extremely aggrieved, and his entire face turned red with anger.

"I made it myself, do you like it?" Ilsa and Lupine smiled and led Harry to the table. "You should have come down long ago. I have been waiting for you to come down from upstairs."

Harry stared blankly at the faces of his uncle's family, who were terrified and angry. Looking at the huge cake, he felt extremely happy, "This is the best birthday present I've ever received!"

"There are better ones." Lupine smiled and pulled a document from his briefcase.

"Grunning's share transfer document, sign it, and you will be the third largest shareholder."

Harry looked at him bewilderedly.

Dursley's eyes widened in horror, "No! You can't do that!"

Lupine smiled slightly, "Actually, this is my right."

He took out a golden pen from the pocket of his suit jacket and put it in Harry's hand, "This is Anton's suggestion, and I think it's great."

Anton chuckled, "This is very interesting."

"After signing...you have the right to fire your uncle from the company."

"No!" Dursley looked at Harry like a deflated ball, begging, "No, don't do that!"

Ilsa looked at him coldly, "Then be nice to your boss!"

"Old...boss..." Dursley couldn't imagine his ears, he stared blankly at Harry, his whole head was buzzing, "Harry, boss?"

Harry simply signed the document. He didn't know what a share was, but he knew that his uncle was very unhappy and scared, which made him very proud.

In countless memories, his uncle's family treated him like a slave, and Dudley punched him like a sandbag. He had already had enough of this kind of life.

Lupine happily put candles on the cake, "It's time for us to sing."

He looked at Dursley seriously. "Everyone has to sing!"

"Ha..." Dursley looked strange, he looked at Petunia strangely, and Petunia looked at him strangely, and finally they sang reluctantly.

"Happy birthday to you……"

With a funeral tune, full of mourning.

Harry couldn't be happier.

After eating the cake, Harry took Lupine to his room upstairs. He wanted to ask about his parents, and Ilsa followed.

Anton smiled and cut a piece of pudding into the plate, picked up the spoon and took a bite.

"!" His eyes lit up, looking at Petunia, "It tastes great, your cooking skills are much better than my aunt's."

Petunia held Dursley's hand tightly with one hand, and struggled to smile a little, "Thank you...for the compliment."

"Actually, you don't have to be so afraid of us. Lupine just wants to provide Harry with better living conditions, that's all."

"I'm here not because of Harry, but because of Lupine."

Anton said lightly, then cut another piece of pudding and handed it to Anna.

Anna smiled sweetly, and sat quietly by the side, taking small bites.

"Well, maybe you think wizards are all weirdos." Anton looked at them with a smile.

"Yes!" Dursley gritted his teeth with a gloomy expression.

"That's because you don't know much about wizards." Anton smiled slightly, not minding the middle-aged man's fierce gaze.

In fact, reading the novel in his previous life, he felt that Dursley was a pretty good man. Although he treated Harry badly, he would rather relocate his family to an isolated island where the wind was everywhere in order to prevent Harry from getting in touch with that weird group of wizards. Life.

Hagrid conjuring his son a pig's tail, and Dursley taking his own child to the hospital for an operation, things like this, didn't even make him act aggressively towards Harry, which was already rare.

Really, if someone did such a thing to his son, even if he couldn't deal with Hagrid, Anton felt that he would definitely want to kill Harry instead.

"We divide people in this world into two types. Those with wizard blood are called pure blood and mixed blood, and those without wizard blood are called Muggles."

Dursley gripped the table tightly, looked at the table angrily, and said in a low voice, suppressed, "Why would I want to know about such a thing!"

He has no interest at all, he doesn't want to know about any ridiculous wizards and bloodlines, it's ridiculous!

"because……"

"Your wife has wizard blood."

"!!!"

Dursley looked up with wide eyes, and Petunia met him in horror.

"Is it difficult to understand? Only parents with wizard blood can give birth to wizards. Your wife's sister can awaken as a wizard, which means that their family also has wizard blood."

"Impossible!" Petunia screamed, "I wrote to Dumbledore to go to a wizarding school, and he turned me down!"

"!!!" Oh, to be honest, Dursley was stunned.

"Well, having blood doesn't mean you can definitely become a wizard. Little wizards will have a process of magic power explosion." Anton looked at them indifferently, "Only after the magic power broke out before the age of eleven. If not, we Commonly known as 'squibs'."

"Dudley's clearly past that time, which means he's a Squib, too."

The corner of Anton's mouth twitched slightly, "But you have to know, you are a family with wizard blood, Dudley's son, or his grandson, after all, one day, there will be a wizard in your family."

Dursley stared blankly at Anton, "Our family... a wizard?"

"Wizards are not weirdos, wizards are gods, Dursley, remember my words, your family has the blood of gods." Anton had a calm face, but there was an indescribable arrogance.

"Wizards are not jugglers either. Anything that gods can do in the mythical world, wizards can do the same."

"Be kind to Harry..." Anton shrugged, "If there is a wizard in your family, facing this strange world, Harry, a relative, will be his best support."

Dursley swallowed.

The adult world is like this sometimes, maybe Lupine's threat will make Dursley do some hypocritical kindness, and living under such high pressure will definitely breed great resentment.

However, Anton's words completely changed Dursley's mind.

"My grandson..." He clenched his fists forcefully, "Maybe he will become a witch... a god?"

Anton shook his finger, "It's just possible, it's a matter of probability, of course, if you try to have another one, maybe your son or daughter is a wizard."

He shrugged, "Who knows, this is fate."

Having said all that, Anton didn't bother to pay attention to them any more, and concentrated on his own piece of pudding. To be honest, the taste was really good.

Soon, late at night, Lupine took Harry's hand downstairs, and they had to say goodbye.

"I will suggest to Dumbledore that he allow you to stay at my house for a few days during the holidays!" Lupine's face was full of seriousness.

Harry smiled broadly and hugged him hard.

"I am looking forward."

His heart leaped with joy.

All of a sudden, the whole world became better, and even Dudley looked pretty.

Except for Anton, who was always a little scared, and left him a sentence before leaving, "When you are satisfied with everything in the world to the extreme, don't forget your original intention for magic."

What's the meaning? He doesn't understand, but it doesn't matter, just be happy and let it go.