"You..." Mr. Dursley looked at Lupin and the others in horror, his fingers as fat as turnips trembling, "You are that kind of weirdo."

Dudley hugged his mother in fright.

Anton got up gracefully and saluted Penny, "I'm Professor Snape's apprentice. Greetings on your behalf, Ms. Penny."

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

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

Harry even exclaimed, "You know Snape?"

He had never thought the world was so absurd, that aunt who hated wizards so much, knew Snape?

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

Harry looked at him blankly.

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

Although he joined the Order of the Phoenix back then, he was always under suspicion until there were signs that the Order of the Phoenix had internal thieves, and that was the most difficult time for him.

werewolf...

Can't be trusted all the time, right?

Except for James, only James trusted him completely, Lupin actually knew all along, even Sirius was secretly doubting himself.

But it didn't matter, he didn't blame them.

At that time, Voldemort promised a bright future for the werewolf tribe, and only he, a 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 of how much he hated Voldemort. He's just because of James, just because of Dumbledore...

The news of Harry's life in Privet Drive, many people know about it, and many wizards come to see this legendary savior.

Only he, Lupin, a distrusted werewolf, a potential Voldemort's hidden minion, 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 curse.

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

So, when Dumbledore gave his permission, no one knew how excited he was.

How he wished he had taken Harry into his own house, as Ilsa had suggested, and treated him like his own son.

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

"Best friend!" Lupin's voice was a little choked, he stretched out a trembling hand and touched Harry's head gently. "Son, I didn't know they did this to you, I'm late."

Ilsa sighed and patted Lupin's back lightly.

She smiled at Harry, "I've got a cake for you, Harry, happy birthday!"

Dangdang~

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

Dursley was shivering in his seat.

How dare!

How dare these people do this!

This is his home!

So reckless!

He wanted to stand up, roar, and get out. But he knew no, that man, the friend who claimed to be Harry's dead father, turned out to be his new boss!

He can't lose his job for this.

The feeling of being pinched on the dead end was extremely uncomfortable, which made him feel extremely aggrieved, and his whole face turned red with anger.

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

Harry stared blankly at his uncle's family's mixed expressions of horror and anger, and looked at the huge cake, feeling extremely happy, "This is the best birthday present I've ever received!"

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

"Growning's share transfer letter, sign it, you are the third largest shareholder."

Harry looked at him a little bewildered.

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

Lupin smiled lightly, "Actually, it's my right."

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

Anton smiled, "It's funny."

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

"No!" Dursley begged for a deflated ball, looking at Harry, "No, don't do it!"

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 buzzing, "Harry, Boss?"

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

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

Lupin 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 Penny strangely, Penny looked at him strangely, and finally they sang reluctantly.

"Happy Birthday"

In a funeral tune, full of sadness.

Harry was overjoyed.

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

With a smile, Anton cut a piece of pudding onto the plate, picked up the spoon and took a bite.

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

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

"Actually, you don't have to be so afraid of us, Lupin just wanted to provide Harry with a better living condition, that's all."

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

An Dong said lightly, then cut a piece of pudding and handed it to Anna.

Anna smiled sweetly and sat quietly beside her, taking small bites.

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

"Yes!" Dursley gritted his teeth and looked low.

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

In fact, after reading the novel in his previous life, he felt that Dursley was a pretty good man. Although he treated Harry badly, he would rather move his family to an isolated island in order to keep Harry from coming into contact with that strange group of wizards. Life.

Hagrid conjured a pig's tail for his son, Dursley took his child to the hospital for surgery, and this kind of thing didn't even make him do anything drastic to Harry, which was very rare.

Really, if someone did something like this 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 hard, looked at the table angrily, and said in a low voice, "Why should I find out about this kind of thing!"

He has no interest at all, and doesn't want to know about some ridiculous wizard, what kind of blood, it's ridiculous!

"because"

"Your wife has wizard blood."

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

"Is it difficult to understand? Only parents of wizard blood can give birth to wizards, and your wife's sister can awaken to be a wizard, indicating that their family also has wizard blood."

"Impossible!" Petunia screamed. "I wrote to Dumbledore to go to Witchcraft and Wizardry and he rejected me!"

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

"Well, having blood does not mean that you can become a wizard. A little wizard will have a process of magic explosion." An Dong looked at them lightly, "Only after the magic burst before the age of eleven. If not, we Commonly referred to as a 'Squib'."

"Dudley has clearly passed this time, which means he's also a Squib."

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

Dursley looked at Anton blankly, "Our family... 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 pride.

"Wizards are not magic tricks. What gods can do in the mythical world can also be done by wizards."

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

Dursley swallowed.

That's how the adult world is sometimes, maybe Lupin's threat will make Dursley do some hypocritical kindness, and living under such pressure will definitely breed great resentment.

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

"My grandson..." He clenched his fists forcefully, "is it possible to 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 that, Anton didn't bother to pay attention to them, and concentrated on his own piece of pudding. To be honest, the taste was really good.

Soon, late at night, Lupin took Harry by the hand and came downstairs, and they had to say goodbye.

"I will suggest to Dumbledore that he will allow you to stay at my house for a few days during the holidays!" Lupin's face was full of seriousness~www.mtlnovel.com~ Harry smiled happily and hugged hard hug him.

"I am looking forward."

His heart jumped with joy.

For a time, the whole world became better, and even Dudley looked handsome.

Except for Anton, who had always been a little scared, he left a sentence before leaving, "When you are satisfied with everything in the world, don't forget your original intention of magic."

What's the meaning? He doesn't understand, but it doesn't matter, it's over if he's happy.

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