Chapter 185

"But aren't you okay?"

"Because! I! Used the transformation spell to replace those things with something else the moment they entered!

Sherlock pursed his lips, and first pretended to be enlightened and said, "So that's it, I thought wizards were immune to these things." Then he winked at Nietzsche proudly.

It sounded really miserable, and Nietzsche once again felt that his choice as a child was correct - he should have kept it secret, otherwise he would have experienced this kind of thing during the first magic riot.

The magic car does not fly very high, and after passing through the square and a few blocks, you can see the houses on Privet Drive in Little Whinging, Surrey.

This is where the Dursley family lives. Viewed from above, the houses all look regular and uniform, like a pile of square building blocks.

Nietzsche counted the numbers and stopped Lestrade's magic car at the gate of No. 4 Privet Drive.

A car suddenly flew down from the sky, which was incredible just to watch, so Nietzsche saw Vernon Dursley rushing out of his garage with a broom and glaring at the car.

"Better tell me you're not friends with that weirdo Potter!" Vernon waved a few symbolic waves.

The opponent's body is slightly tilted back, which means that if there is any situation, he will immediately flee back into the house, but on the other hand, he does not want to lose his position in front of the wizard.

When Sherlock rolled down the car window and let Vernon see his face, the other man's face immediately darkened.

Ga "It's you!"

"I said I would report you." Sherlock threatened viciously, "Look who this is? Officer from Scotland Yard, we are here today to check whether you have abused children."

In just a few words, Vernon Dursley's face changed several times:

First, it went from anger, to doubt, to confusion, to disillusionment... and finally to panic.

"Stop...don't be ridiculous..." Vernon seemed to have been pinched, and the previous aura of sticking to his territory was immediately swept away, "I'm telling you, don't scare me...ah? You Come on, really!”

Inspector Lestrade jumped out of the car. The detective's habit made him look around subconsciously at the window where he could directly see himself. Then he took out a wallet from his pocket, shook it down, and a series of documents fell out.

Almost ignored him, his attitude was very tough

And what made Vernon Dursley throw away his broom was not a government document, but... a gun on Lestrade's waist.

"Who are you looking for? Potter? This police officer, I can guarantee that I am absolutely not breaking the law... Of course, Potter is just born to be thin. There is nothing we can do about it. How could we... bully such a person?"

As he spoke, he glared at the two Holmeses.

"That kind of person?" Nietzsche followed closely behind the detective, like a victorious rooster, and quipped with a teasing look, "You should build yourself a flying car... Oh, I forgot, You don’t think this is normal.”

Because the Dursleys pursue normality, it is most ironic when the abnormal becomes normal.

They hate magic so much and just want to reject everything related to magic. But when magic cars become the mainstream, what is normal in their eyes becomes the most abnormal.

"What on earth do you want to do!" Vernon Dursley said with a sigh of relief.

"Do you have any wine?" Lestrade couldn't help twisting the doorknob. "Thank you, and you and Mrs. Dursley come with me."

Chapter 288 The thing she is jealous of is always by her side

"Your situation is very dangerous now." This was Lestrade's first words after he drank the wine and let out a long sigh, which immediately made Mr. Dursley's face turn pale.

Everyone knows what's going on now.

Dementors, werewolves, vampires and other magical creatures with cruel personalities and certain intelligence have broken the wall between the non-magical world and the magical world.

Ordinary people, wizards, Death Eaters... everyone died for the position they espoused.

"Crazy, ridiculous!" Vernon stood next to the refrigerator in the kitchen, holding back his anger and said, "Today I just sent my son to Smelting Middle School to prepare for the boxing match. Except for you, I didn't encounter anything unusual. of."

The way Vernon Dursley died was obviously that he would be suddenly attacked by Death Eaters one day in the future, and then die in an accident.

With his hands behind his back, Sherlock walked from the door to the living room, and then walked up the stairs without the owner's permission. But suddenly, he stepped back and forth between the twentieth and nineteenth steps.

The sound was different, which proved that part of it was hollow.

So in Vernon's panicked eyes, Sherlock locked the secret door of the stair compartment and pulled it out. A small room with orange lights appeared in front of everyone.

There was only a tungsten bulb as the light source, and a small bed was stuffed inside. Those Hogwarts textbooks and "Quidditch Care Manual" were stacked under the bed.

There is also a birdcage hanging on the wooden ceiling, and the white owl inside is none other than Harry Potter's Hedwig.

"Where are the others?" Sherlock said coldly, "That boy... don't act stupid, you know I saw him at King's Cross Station.

"Humph, how do I know? Maybe he is thinking about how to fool around with people like you." Fu turned his head and said nonchalantly.

Nietzsche was surprised to see Marvolo running over and touching the yellowed sheets with his fingers. His body almost had to bend his back when he entered the door to squeeze in.

This kind of living environment is really bad, so bad that even Marvolo can't believe it.

"Is this the savior's room? Haha." He was stunned for a moment, and the laughter he made seemed to be mocking, as if he felt that such a person as Voldemort's mortal enemy was an insult in itself.

That kind of emotion was called unwillingness... What Marvolo was unwilling to accept was that Harry Potter was even worse than him, but he looked like a human being.

Vernon's face gradually turned purple, and he strode forward, pulling the door and slamming it shut.

At this time, a strange and twisted face was printed on the frosted glass at the door - Petunia Dursley had returned home. As soon as she entered the door, she saw four people wearing different cloaks surrounding her husband.

"What's with the cars at the door? I don't remember inviting any neighbors this afternoon!"

She sensed something was wrong and just took a step back. The next second, her body was pulled to Vernon's side like a fish biting the hook.

"Let me ask you! Where are the Harry Potters!"

Petunia screamed because of the magic. She was bound to the sofa by the magic, twisting and twisting like a mad woman, her eyes filled with fear, and her face turned pale.

"You are the police, the police!" Vernon leaned forward, saliva splashing into the wine glass, "I will file a complaint against you, and I will tell everyone that you are using taxpayers' money to help outsiders bully our own people!"

But no one paid attention to him. No matter how loudly he cursed, Lestrade just scratched his ears with his little finger and blew a few breaths.

Perhaps because she was tired of shouting, or perhaps she realized that Nietzsche and others did not mean any harm, Penny finally chose to remain silent. She begged not to hurt her son and husband.

"I am saving your lives, lest you be stepped on by a giant or have your soul sucked away by a dementor one night while you are sleeping." Sherlock lit his pipe and said gently.

But Petunia's reaction exceeded several people's expectations. She did not show disdain and distrust like her husband did, but hesitated...

"That's impossible," she said. "They're guarding Azkaban, the wizard's prison."

After finishing speaking, Petunia Dursley immediately covered her lips and curled her lips tightly, as if a normally well-behaved nun suddenly swore. Not to mention Nietzsche, her husband Vernon was also surprised.

You know, she, like her husband, hates magic.

However, there are different reasons for hatred. First of all, Petunia is a relative of Harry Potter, a direct blood relative, and Lily Potter is a wizard. If Petunia hates her sister for being a freak, how can she understand these things?

"Have you ever heard of dementors?" Hermione leaned forward.

"Many years ago, a scary little freak told me..." Penny turned her head and explained to her husband in an apologetic tone, "A guy who wanted to please my sister."

What a...surprise.

However, Nietzsche did not think that the 'little freak' mentioned by the other party was James Potter. According to Dean Snape's awkward temperament, it might actually have something to do with it.

"Then you should understand what happened recently. Those people around you are all Voldemort's subordinates..." Nietzsche said, "Now that he is back...haven't you noticed that the scope of the victims is slowly shrinking?"

"Voldemort?!"

Penny's eyes suddenly changed, and she no longer struggled to escape from the shackles of magic. Her eyes were dilated with fear. She knew this person, and she knew what this person's return meant.

Everything was exploding in her mind, and only Vernon couldn't figure it out.

"I don't know, we usually don't care...his..." Petunia said with a trembling voice, "I only stipulated that he must come back before Dudley gets home. He really came back, why didn't you come earlier? explain?"

"What are you talking about? You are Potter's last shield."

"Wait, Petunia? Since those monsters are here to find Potter, and you can't solve them, why can Petunia?" Vernon said timidly.

Nietzsche didn't say anything, but drew a lightning-like mark on his forehead with his magic wand.

There are many things that need not be said. Even as a Muggle, Penny, after staring at the slightly flashing golden runes on Nietzsche's forehead for a while, lowered her head in despair and stared at the table aimlessly. Handmade vase with flowers.

The vase was ugly and out of place with the Dursleys' decor, but it was spotlessly clean.

"Magic... turns out the magic is here." Petunia murmured to herself.

Chapter 289 Penny: It turns out that I am the one who uses magic!

As far as the current Dursley family is concerned, there are only a few normal people in one house:

Vernon is not like a British guy, and the traditional ideas in his mind are more like an American redneck; Petunia was barely a half-normal person at first, but now she is not, she knows more things than Sherlock knows .

So Hermione explained the ins and outs of the ancient magic on Harry Potter.

"So, he wasn't abandoned at the beginning? I thought... I thought it was that weird old man who gave it to me..." Petunia said vaguely, "Lily's protective magic? She still remembers me... This Muggle?"

The only one who could be called a weird old man by the Dursleys was Dumbledore. Of course, some wizards thought so too.

But Vernon looked even weirder. Nietzsche found that his arm paused in mid-air for a long time, as if he wanted to comfort his wife who was lost in memories, but finally put it back on his lap and sighed heavily.

"There are countless Death Eaters in the magic world who want Potter's life. Only when he stays by your side can the ancient magic take effect...If he is given to you...If conditions permit, how can it be your turn to raise him?" Marvolo said disdainfully.

Really arrogant, and really ignorant.

This "knowledge" refers to the cognition of themselves. The Dursleys still thought that they were insignificant people in the whole thing, but were dragged into it because of wizards.

With such cognition, they hate magic so much.

No... No, no, no, from the moment Lily was killed by Voldemort, the Dursleys were the most indispensable in the whole process, unless Petunia's husband was not Dursley.

"They came because of you, Petunia, you have always known about this?!"

Vernon looked at his wife with a strange and shocked look. After sleeping in the same bed for so many years, he had never heard of any magic, anything related to magic, let alone any protective magic.

Nietzsche noticed the contradiction between the couple: the husband was the one who was concealed, that is, the only one who really hated magic was Vernon Dursley.

But from this contradiction, it is the product of the mutual respect between the Dursleys. They are very peaceful as a couple.

"What I want to say is that you are the one who can make ancient magic work." Nietzsche said,

"But I... but I have been rejected before." Penny took a deep breath, trembling all over, and looked at her hands with suspicion.

"This is related to magic... Magic is not only in the body of wizards, it is an invisible energy. It can be said that you have been using magic, but you don't know it yourself." He replied inadvertently and gave an inspiration.

Nietzsche glanced at Hermione's neck without paying attention, and suddenly realized that there is still room for improvement in rune magic, and an idea related to magic research:

Can Muggles use magic through runes?

If you think about it carefully, this is not impossible. Lily did it through her blood. Although Penny only served as a "switch" of ancient magic in the link, it also proved the feasibility of this idea.

Nietzsche stopped his divergent thoughts... he couldn't think any further...

"There's a playground next to Little Whinging, he should be there." Petunia looked at the clock, her sense of responsibility suddenly turned into a fear that spread all over her body.

In this situation, it was very dangerous for Harry to be alone outside.

Nietzsche and Inspector Lestrade were about to go out, but as soon as they started, they found that Mrs. Dursley was following them stiffly.

"Petunia?" Vernon shouted in disbelief.

Of course he didn't want to follow, because Nietzsche was the little bastard who beat Dudley into the hospital.

"Sorry, dear... but he will die." Petunia twisted her apron in a tangled manner, revealing a capable demeanor, but her face was still very pale, "You heard it too, only I am here to make... make the magic work."

Vernon stared at them for a few seconds and said in a low voice: "The car can't fit so many people."

That's it? Nietzsche thought he would come up with some excuses to keep his wife.

"Learn about the Traceless Extension Charm... a magic that can expand space." Nietzsche rolled his eyes and then invited, "You can come with me."

"What? I won't..." Vernon refused.

"If there are werewolves or vampires running in, we can't come back suddenly."

"Okay, let me make it clear in advance, I'm just worried that Petunia and Dudley will be in danger!" Vernon took a double-barreled shotgun and a gun license from the second-floor bedroom at the inspector's signal.

No one knows what will happen. Given Harry's special identity, they must protect him.

Because in ancient legends, the current Harry Potter can only be regarded as a special treasure for Voldemort, so it does not mean that Death Eaters and other creatures cannot cause harm to him.

Vernon was forced to get on the car. Maybe it was the first time to ride in a magic car, and he was a little surprised, or maybe he hated the two Holmes around him, causing him to mutter constantly.

"This is the flying car, that's all... Um... Anyway, how did Scotland Yard know about this? So, the Prime Minister also knows about the wizards?"

He seemed to be full of fleas, shaking his clothes every now and then, and then comforting Penny in a very manly way.

"Every one of them knows, otherwise the war would have broken out long ago." Lestrade said.

The car passed through Magnolia Crescent Street from the sky and soon pulled to a small amusement park...It's called an amusement park, but it's actually just a small market, mostly with tents set up for throwing Frisbees and the like.

Maybe there are more and more terrorist attacks recently, there are not many tourists here, only cheerful laughter from the circus.