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Vernon's face was flushed with anger, and his two small mustaches twitched, looking somewhat comical.
He glared at Yang Tao and growled in a voice filled with suppressed fury: "Damn it!"
"Do You know what You've done? You're going to ruin me, ruin my family!"
Yang Tao looked at the furious Vernon, reached out a hand, and easily pushed him aside.
Although HP isn't a measure of strength, someone with only 10 HP on their head is definitely pitifully weak.
He walked to the cupboard under the stairs, opened the small white cupboard door, revealing the narrow and simple space inside.
"This is your own choice."
"If You had just made Harry's living environment a little better, I imagine the Child Protection Services would have come and left empty-handed."
Looking at Petunia, who was walking over, Yang Tao sneered and said, "It's not too much to be good to your own child."
"But Petunia, this is your own sister's child after all.
You're afraid of the wizards' threats and don't dare to kick him out of the house, so You transfer your resentment for the magical world rejecting You onto a child…"
"Tsk, tsk…"
"Petunia, the face of jealousy is truly ugly!"
Harry's aunt, Petunia, had buried a thought deep in her heart a long time ago, one she had never even confessed to Vernon:
She had once hoped that she too could display magical talent and be quietly sent to Hogwarts, but she did not possess such a gift.
From then on, she constantly reminded herself that the world her sister lived in had excluded her.
This also led Petunia to view Harry as a kind of illness, even making him live in the cupboard under the stairs for most of his childhood, rather than in a bedroom.
Yang Tao's gaze swept across both their faces, his mocking smile so obvious.
"Alright, I'm here this time to tell You that You raised Harry… Although the process was a bit bumpy, the outcome is good; at least Harry grew up."
"So, I will inform the lawyer not to blow this matter out of proportion, it won't affect Mr. Vernon's job and reputation, and I hope we can be good neighbors in the future…"
A brilliant smile appeared on Yang Tao's face, and then he waved to Harry, who had entered through the back door.
"Harry, it's time for us to go."
"Do the two of You have any other opinions?"
Vernon and Petunia exchanged glances, and in the end, said nothing.
Yang Tao took Harry's hand and walked towards the door.
Just before stepping out, he suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Vernon and Petunia.
"I don't want to hear anything that might affect Harry being spread around.
This kind of thing is too cruel for an 11-year-old child, don't You agree?"
After saying that, Yang Tao led Harry and Conan out of the Dursleys' house.
"Mr. Yang Tao, where are we going?"
Harry couldn't tell whether his current emotion was happiness or sadness; he was very confused and didn't know what he was supposed to do.
"First, we'll go to a law firm, and then to Diagon Alley, to let You experience the real magical world."
Conan had already encountered many worlds, and compared to Harry, this wizard was more able to accept the existence of magic.
Harry, however, asked with a puzzled expression, "Diagon Alley? I've never heard of that place.
Are there wizards there?"
"Of course.
You can think of Diagon Alley as a wizard's marketplace, with an entire alley full of shops selling wizarding supplies."
"Ah? In London?"
"That's right."
Harry had no idea that there was a whole street of shops specifically serving wizards right in London.
But he was very curious why he had never heard of it, despite living in London for so many years.
Could it be that Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia deliberately didn't tell him?
…
After leaving the law firm.
Yang Tao took Harry and Conan to the Leaky Cauldron, located at the intersection of Charing Cross Road.
Looking at the black wooden door at the street corner and the age-old sign, Yang Tao pointed at the Leaky Cauldron and turned to ask, "Conan, can You see a pub there?"
Conan frowned slightly.
Since Yang Tao asked that, it meant there was indeed a pub there, but he didn't see any pub.
"I don't see anything…"
Yang Tao was not too surprised by Conan's words; after all, J.K. Rowling had defined wizarding heritage.
Muggle-born wizards must have had a wizard or witch in their ancestry, allowing the wizarding gene to be passed down through generations.
However, most descendants became carriers of this gene, and only a few would exhibit magical abilities.
Even Hermione Granger, whom everyone knows, also carried a recessive wizarding gene.
However, since Europe is so good at playing, it's really possible that to maintain the purity of the bloodline, an entire family chose internal digestion, with very little bloodline outflow.
Perhaps Hermione was one of the genes that flowed out.
"Hold on to me, I'll take You over…"
Yang Tao was not affected by the Muggle-Repelling Charm; any power that affected his thoughts or spirit had no effect on him.
Pushing open the pub door, Conan seemed to suddenly wake up, looking at the pub that appeared before him, with an incredible expression on his face: "I… just now, I seemed to see this door, how does it feel…"
"Muggle-Repelling Charm.
People without wizarding talent are called Muggles; they are affected by the spell and subconsciously ignore this pub."
Yang Tao's explanation showed Conan a corner of the wizarding world.
"Harry, I don't think You were affected.
Remember this place, the Leaky Cauldron.
This is an important gateway to Diagon Alley."
Harry was currently curiously looking at the interior of the Leaky Cauldron.
Some wizards were sitting in the dimly lit room, drinking and chatting.
They just looked up at Yang Tao and the two children, then continued their conversations.
Yang Tao walked towards the pub counter, observing Tom, the owner, who stood behind it.
Seeing customers, Tom greeted them politely, "Sir, what can I get You?"
"I'm planning to take the children to Diagon Alley to buy some things, but I'm not a wizard, and the children aren't old enough for school yet, so I was hoping You could open the door for me."
When Tom heard Yang Tao's words, he glanced at Harry and Conan.
Since Harry's scar on his forehead was hidden by his hair, it didn't catch his attention, and he immediately smiled and said, "Of course, no problem…"
He put down the rag in his hand, which had almost lost its color, stood up, and walked out from behind the bar.
"Gentlemen, please follow me!"
After speaking, Tom walked towards the back door of the pub, leading the three to the pub's backyard, which was just a small courtyard.
It was only about two meters square.
Tom looked at Harry with a smile and said, "My dear, I think this is your first time here.
Watch carefully and remember the sequence."
Then he pulled out his wand from his clothes and gently tapped it on the wall.
"Mobilize the power within your body, then transmit it into the wand, and tap it on the bricks in sequence."
"Hmm, it's alright if You don't understand it clearly now; You'll naturally learn it when You go to school later."
Tom, who enjoyed teaching, was very happy to talk to the future young wizard.
"Thank You."
Harry watched Tom's wand and his actions of tapping the wall intently.
As the wand tapped the last brick, the brick wall began to move, and all the bricks automatically flipped open to both sides.
Finally, the solid wall transformed into an archway, revealing a bustling street.
"I wish You happy shopping…"
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