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"As for why Harry encountered such a thing, as his aunt Petunia, you should know better."

Sherlock looked at Petunia, and Vernon and Dudley also subconsciously turned their eyes towards her.

Petunia looked confused. Before she could speak, Sherlock had already continued.

"The man who killed your sister is back. The entire magical world knows about it, and the dementor that just attacked him is very likely to be related to that man."

The pupils in Petunia's eyes shrank slightly, and her white lips said a name that almost all wizards did not dare to shout.

"You mean...Voldemort?"

Vernon and Dudley didn't show much fear about the name. They were both Muggles, and Voldemort's influence was only limited to the magical world, which had no deterrent effect on them.

At this time, Vernon took over the topic and looked at Sherlock deeply.

"You mean, the murderer who killed Petunia's sister and her family is back, and he is still planning to attack Harry?"

This was the simplest and easiest way for them to understand, and Sherlock nodded slightly.

"Yes, that's right."

Vernon's face turned completely cold at this time. He straightened his back, stood in front of Dudley and Petunia, and faced Sherlock directly.

"Then take that child away! We have raised him for more than ten years and have done what we should do! Now I don't want my family to be hurt anymore!"

Dudley and Petunia both looked at Vernon with their mouths open, as if they had forgotten how to speak.

Sherlock looked at him with calm eyes, showing no disdain or contempt, but continued to nod.

"One of the purposes of my coming here is to take him away from here. You are the father of this family, so of course you should protect your family first. Besides, you have never liked him. How can you take him away? He has been raised so big, no matter what the process is, you have done what you can do.”

"In addition, Dumbledore also specially asked me to say thank you to you on his behalf."

Just as Sherlock finished speaking, outside the window, another owl spread its wings and glided into the Dursleys' house. It threw a letter to Sherlock and then flew out again.

Sherlock didn't even touch the letter with his hands, he just glanced at the stamp on the envelope, then snapped his fingers, and the letter floated out of the window on its own.

Then a fire suddenly burst out outside the house, and the letter had obviously been burned to ashes. This scene made the Dursleys shudder together. m.biqμgètν

Harry also came down the stairs carrying his own things, and he stuck his head out and asked.

"Can we leave now, Professor?"

Sherlock looked at the Dursleys, who had fallen silent together, and waved to Harry.

"Thank them, Harry."

Harry didn't show any signs of change, and he had no resentment towards the Dursleys. He stood beside Sherlock obediently, put his luggage on the ground, and bowed deeply.

"Thank you for taking care of me over the years. I know you don't like me, so I will try my best not to appear in front of you again."

After Harry thanked him, Sherlock turned around, and the luggage Harry placed on the ground levitated slightly with him.

"gone.

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Harry was still holding Hedwig's birdcage in his hand, and followed him happily out of the Dursley's house.

The time had reached ten o'clock, and the pedestrians on Privet Drive were even sparser, with almost no one except Harry and Sherlock.

"Are we going to your house now, Professor?" Harry's voice was obviously excited.

Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"Go to my house first. You should have brought your broom with you. I want to get mine. We have to ride the broomstick to a place where we can put you."

Harry blinked.

"Can't you use Apparition or Floo powder?"

"It's my first time to go to that place, so I can't directly take you there with Apparition. As for Floo fans, those things are always being seen by the Ministry of Magic. Even if Scrimgeour becomes the Minister, there will be no one there. Not all officials are trustworthy."

After explaining to Harry, they had arrived at where Sherlock lived.

Hilke had just washed the dishes after dinner and was holding the remote control to find a program she could watch according to what Sherlock taught her.

"Good evening, Professor Silk."

Harry greeted him like a good baby. Silk looked at him with a slight smile on his face and nodded.

Sherlock had already taken a broomstick from behind the door that he had prepared at home, and said seriously to Hilke.

"I'll take him to find Dumbledore. He may not come back tonight. You should be careful when you are alone at home. This is a special period."

Silk looked at him and smiled.

"I will, and you have to be careful outside."

Sherlock also looked at her smile, smiled and nodded, and then walked out of the room with the little light bulb Harry.

"Come on, Harry, your flying skills are better than mine, but you still have to be careful in the sky. I'm going to use the Disillusionment Charm on both you and me."

At the same time as Sherlock reminded them, three or four owls flew towards the direction where they were standing, dropped several letters, and then spread their wings and left.

But Sherlock didn't even look at the letters that fell on the ground, and directly urged Harry to leave.

When Harry got on his broomstick, he glanced at the envelopes of the letters.

In addition to the address and Sherlock's name, it also seems to have the seal of the Ministry of Magic...

Just when Harry was thinking wildly, they were already flying into the sky under the leadership of Sherlock. uuread a book

It was very cold in the sky, but luckily Harry had already been obedient and put on a lot of coats outside his clothes when he was on the ground. Apart from being slapped in the face by the cold wind, his body didn't feel much coldness.

Sherlock took the lead and took Harry flying towards London. They seemed to have taken many detours along the way to avoid Muggles. It took them nearly half an hour of flying before they finally seemed to have arrived at their destination.

This is a small square in London. The surrounding houses have gloomy fronts, looking like they are far away from people. Some of the houses have broken windows, which shine dimly under the streetlights.

Sherlock took out the letter from the second owl he had received today, turned it to the back and handed it to Harry.

"Remember the address above, don't read it out loud, keep it in your mind."

Harry unfolded the parchment, and under the dim street light, he could clearly read the words on it.

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