"You..." Mr. Dursley looked at Lupin 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. I would like to say hello to you on behalf of the teacher, Ms. Petunia."
"Snape..." Petunia covered her mouth with her hands and murmured in disbelief, "He...has become a professor now?"
Also in disbelief was Dursley, who looked at his wife with wide eyes.
Harry even exclaimed, "Do you know Snape?"
He had never felt that the world was so absurd. That aunt who hated wizards so much actually knew Snape?
Lupine stood up, walked to Harry, bent down and looked at him tenderly, "My child, I'm sorry, I'm late."
Harry looked at him blankly.
"James is my best friend. I never dared to go near Privet Drive before. Yes, something happened." Lupine's expression was a little complicated.
Although he joined the Order of the Phoenix back then, he was always under suspicion until various signs showed that there was a thief in the Order. That was his most difficult moment.
Werewolf...
You've never been worthy of being trusted, right?
Except for James, only James completely trusted him. Lupine actually knew all along that even Sirius secretly doubted him.
But it doesn't matter, he doesn't blame them.
At that time, Voldemort promised a bright future for the werewolf tribe. Only he, the werewolf traitor, stood on the opposite side of the tribe, not even to resist evil.
Yes, he joined the Order of the Phoenix not because he hated Voldemort. He just because of James, just because of Dumbledore...
Too many people knew about Harry's life at Privet Drive, and many wizards came here to see this legendary savior.
Only he, Lupine, was a distrusted werewolf and might be Voldemort's hidden subordinate. Especially under such a terrifying background after the death of James and his wife, he did not even dare to come to Privet Drive.
Maybe, if you get close, you will get a curse.
He had such a fear that he didn't dare to verify it, fearing that from now on, the warmth of the past would never come back.
Therefore, no one knew how excited he was after receiving Dumbledore's personal permission.
How he wished he could take Harry into his home and treat him like his own son, as Ilsa suggested.
"You are my dad's friend?" Harry shouted excitedly.
"They are best friends!" Lupine's voice was a little more choked up. He stretched out his trembling hand and gently touched Harry's head. "Child, I didn't know they were doing this to you. I was late.
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Ilsa sighed and patted Lupin's back gently.
She looked at Harry with a smile, "I prepared a cake for you, Harry, happy birthday!"
Dangdangdang~
Anton placed the big cake from the big box on the table. The rich aroma of cream and jam spread out, making Dudley next to 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 stand up, roar, and get out. But he knew he couldn't. That man, that friend who called himself Harry's dead dad, was actually his new boss!
He can't lose his job over this.
The feeling of being pinched was extremely uncomfortable, which made him feel particularly aggrieved, and he was so angry that his whole face turned red.
"I made it myself, do you like it?" Ilsa and Lupine smiled and led Harry to the table, "You should have come down a long time ago. I have been waiting for you to come down from upstairs."
Harry stared blankly at the scared and angry faces of his uncle's family. He looked at the huge cake and felt extremely happy, "This is the best birthday gift I have ever received!"
"There are better ones." Lupine smiled and pulled out a document from his briefcase.
"Graning Company Share Transfer Form, if you sign it, you will be the third largest shareholder."
Harry looked at him confused.
Dursley's eyes widened in horror, "No! You can't do this!"
Lu Ping smiled lightly, "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. I think it's great."
Anton chuckled, "This is very interesting."
"After signing... you have the right to expel your uncle from the company."
"No!" Dursley looked like a deflated rubber ball and looked at Harry pleadingly, "No, don't do this!"
Ilsa looked at him coldly, "Then be nice to your boss!"
"Old...Boss..." Dursley couldn't imagine his ears. He looked at Harry blankly, his whole head was buzzing, "Harry, boss?"
Harry signed the document neatly. He didn't understand what shares meant, but he knew that his uncle was very unhappy and scared now, which made him very proud.
In countless memories, his uncle's family treated him like a slave, and Dudley punched him one after another 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. In the end, they reluctantly started singing.
"Happy birthday to you……"
To a funeral tune, full of sorrow.
Harry was extremely happy.
After eating the cake, Harry took Lupine to his room upstairs. He wanted to ask about his parents, and Ilsa followed him.
Anton smiled and cut a piece of pudding onto the plate, picked up the spoon and took a bite.
"!" His eyes lit up and he looked at Penny, "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 show a smile, "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 not here because of Harry, but because of Lupin."
Anton said calmly, cut off another piece of pudding and handed it to Anna.
Anna smiled sweetly and sat quietly next to her eating.
"Well, maybe you think wizards are all weirdos." Anton looked at them with a smile.
"Yes!" Dursley gritted his teeth and looked downcast.
"That's because you don't know much about wizards." Anton smiled slightly, not minding the middle-aged man's fierce gaze.
In fact, from his previous life, he felt that Dursley was a pretty good man. Although he had wronged Harry, in order to prevent Harry from coming into contact with that weird group of wizards, he would rather move his family to an isolated island with lots of wind.
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Hagrid transformed his son into a pig tail, and Dursley took his own child to the hospital for surgery. Such things did not even cause him to do anything drastic 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.
"We divide people in this world into two types. Those with wizard blood are called pure blood and mixed blood. Those without wizard blood are called Muggles."
Dursley grabbed the table hard, looked at the table angrily, and just said in a low voice, "Why should I know about this kind of thing!"
He has no interest at all. He doesn't want to know about some ridiculous wizard or his bloodline. It's simply ridiculous!
"because……"
"Your wife has wizard blood."
"!!!"
Dursley looked up with wide eyes, and Petunia stared at 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 study in a magic school, and he rejected me!"
"!!!" Oh, to be honest, Dursley was so shocked.
"Well, having blood does not mean that you will definitely become a wizard. Young wizards will have a process of magic bursting out." Anton looked at them indifferently, "Only after the magic bursts out before the age of eleven. If not, we
Generally called a 'squib'."
"Dudley has obviously passed this time, which means he is also a squib."
Anton raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "But you have to know that you are a family with wizard blood. Dudley's son or grandson will eventually have a wizard in your family."
Dursley looked at Anton blankly, "Our... wizard?"
"Wizards are not weirdos, wizards are gods. Dursley, remember my words, your family has the blood of gods." Anton's face was calm, but there was an indescribable arrogance.
"Wizards are not just magicians. Wizards can do anything that gods can do in the mythical world."
"Be kind to Harry..." Anton shrugged, "If a wizard is born in your family and faces this strange world, Harry, a relative, will be his best support."
Dursley swallowed.
The adult world is sometimes like this. Maybe Lupine's threat will make Dursley do some hypocritical kindness. 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 hard, "Is it possible for my grandson to become a witch...god?"
Anton shook his finger, "It's just possible. It's a matter of probability. Of course, if you try hard to have another child, maybe your son or daughter will be a wizard."
He shrugged, "Who knows, this is fate."
After saying this, Anton didn't bother to pay attention to them anymore and concentrated on his piece of pudding. To be honest, it tasted really good.
Soon, late at night, Lupine took Harry's hand and came 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 happily and hugged him hard.
"I am looking forward."
His heart was so excited.
Suddenly the whole world became beautiful, and even Dudley looked pretty.
Except for Anton, whom he had always been a little afraid of, he left a message for him before leaving, "When you are completely satisfied with everything in the world, don't forget your original intention for magic."
What does it mean? He doesn't understand, but it doesn't matter, just be happy and that's it.