Chapter 436: Contact with the Dursleys

Ivan and Hermione walked up to the second floor and saw Dudley, like a pig, covering his ass, screaming and running to his room.

The door slammed shut.

"That was Harry's cousin, wasn't it?" Hermione said doubtfully, "Why did he run when he saw us?"

"I think, probably out of fear," Ivan replied. She knew that any contact between Dudley and any wizard did not end well.

The first time was Hagrid, who left Dudley with a curly pig's tail sticking out of the seat of his pants.

The Dursleys had to pay for his removal at a private hospital in London.

When he recovered from the shock, he met Dobby, the house elf.

Angry Dobby made Dudley grow a pig's tail because he spoke ill of Harry in front of Ivan.

In the end, it was Ivan's parents who paid the Dursleys a lot of money to calm them down.

The hapless Dudley had to go to a hospital again to receive this confidential private service and have his pig tail cut off!

This was absolutely terrible. No wonder he screamed when he saw Ivan and Hermione after such encounters with wizards.

To him, all wizards were the same; a bunch of monsters growing a pig's tail.

He had no idea that underage wizards couldn't do magic outside of school.

Everyone's wand had a mark on it, and the Ministry of Magic could detect the magical fluctuations they caused within a certain radius.

Of course, they could do nothing for those who left Britain and used magic that far away, as Ivan had done when he went to France or Albania.

Now, the terrified Dudley was hiding in his room shivering and covering his bottom.

He was afraid that Ivan and Hermione would attack him again, terrified that the previous tragedy could happen again!

Ivan ignored Dudley and led Hermione to Harry's room down the hall.

Pushing open the door, Harry was packing his luggage inside. The school trunk was open in the middle of the room, and Harry was sweating.

Next to it was the Invisibility Cloak he had inherited from his father, the broomstick he had received from Sirius, various textbooks and other daily necessities and magical accessories.

When she saw that the door had opened, she looked up in dismay and immediately flashed a happy smile.

"Ivan, Hermione, there you are!" Harry said with a grin.

He ran over to give each of them a hug and looked very happy!

"Nice to meet you, Harry!" Ivan looked around. "You look so messy!"

"It's time to go, why haven't you packed your bags yet?!" said Hermione sharply, frowning hard.

"Forget it, my uncle and aunt have been bugging me all morning, I didn't have time to pack anything." Harry waved his hand. "Don't worry about me Ivan, where did you and Sirius go during the vacations? why was I so badly hurt? was your curse broken? and why do I have to practice Occlumency?"

It was obvious that Harry had too many questions.

He asked too many questions at once, and Ivan could only answer them one at a time.

As he explained, he followed Hermione to help Harry pack.

They took out all the food that Harry had hidden under the loose floorboard, as there was still a lot of food left inside.

Next, Harry checked every nook and cranny of his dormitory for any forgotten spell books or quills.

When everything was under control, he removed the chart from the wall, counting down the days until the first of September, where he liked to cross off the days until his return to Hogwarts.

Harry had a lot of stuff, and the three of them spent a long time packing.

By the time they got downstairs, Ivan's father was gone. There were things waiting for him at the company.

At number 4 Privet Drive, the atmosphere was tense.

Dudley was called and the six people sat at the table on either side of him.

They drank tea in silence, and no one knew what to talk about.

The imminent arrival of a group of wizards at their house was making the Dursleys tense and irritable.

"Come on, lads!" Mr. Dursley growled immediately and everyone jumped up. "I hope you told them to dress nicely, these people coming. I've seen the sort of things their kind wear. They'd better have the decency to put on normal clothes, that's all!"

Ivan and Hermione were wearing Muggle clothes, and the Dursleys couldn't say anything.

However, Ivan had never seen Mr. Weasley, his wife, or his children wearing Muggle clothes.

They usually wore long robes in varying degrees of disrepair.

In fact, Harry was totally indifferent to his uncle's roaring.

He was only a little worried about how rude the Dursleys might be to the Weasleys if they appeared to be his worst idea of wizards.

"They'll be driving, of course." Mr. Dursley asked sharply.

"Er!" Harry nodded. "Probably so!"

Hearing Harry's reply, Ivan subconsciously covered his forehead.

Mr. Weasley had a classic Ford Anglia, but for now, he was running amok in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts.

Thanks to this flying car, Ivan had become a celebrity at the school from day one.

Since the founding of Hogwarts, no young wizard had ever been reported in a flying car.

Needless to say, Ivan had also missed the selection ceremony.

Of course, the experience of more than two years proved that this was only a trivial part of Ivan's legendary exploits. The flying car was nothing compared to what happened next.

After asking this question, Mr. Dursley snorted loudly and sprayed heavy breath into his mustache.

Normally, he would have asked what car Mr. Weasley was driving....

He always tended to judge other men by how big and expensive their cars were. Obviously, he still retained some sense and did not ask Harry this question.

Mr. Dursley glared at Ivan and Hermione before his small black eyes slowly moved elsewhere.

There was another awkward silence, Harry's Aunt Petunia stood up and continued to look through the curtains.

It was as if there had been a warning about a rhinoceros that had escaped from the zoo.

She kept moving her cushions as if suffering from obsessive-compulsive psychosis.

Next to Ivan, Hermione touched his arm and they both looked at her.

Hermione had never seen such a terrible person, and if she could, she wanted to go back to Harry's room instead of sitting here with the Dursleys.