Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

   Chapter 81 Communication

  Vernon invited Jemini into the house for the time being, and he could see that he was struggling for a long time.

  In the living room of Dursley’s home, Jemini sat gracefully across from the Dursley family of three. The little fat Dudley looked at Jemini with uneasy eyes.

   "I'm very sorry to disturb you in such a fine weather. I guess some of you must not want to interact with people like me." Jemini nodded politely.

  The Dursley couple's faces were stiff, and their expressions seemed to say: you know it.

   But maybe Jemini’s temperament is too aggressive, they still didn’t say anything after all.

"In fact, I came here this time mainly at the request of Professor Dumbledore to handle two things." Jemini said gently: "The first thing is to pick up Mr. Harry Potter to his friend. I went to stay for a while at home—"

"No!" Before Jemini had finished speaking, Vernon interrupted him with a rough throat: "I will never let him go to that kind of messy place again! Never! He just ruined one of my things. Big business! It's because of dealing with people like you...people like you!"

  Jemini smiled clearly.

"Yeah...it is inevitable. Interesting souls will always make a little mess, but I still have to explain to Mr. Potter. According to my investigation, the previous day was caused by a passing elf. Mr. Te was to stop him, but his abilities are really limited, he was played by the elf, so he was locked up by you."

  "This is also the second thing I want to say." Jemini nodded gently: "From the information I know so far, Mr. Potter doesn't seem to be living here well."

As Jemini said, he took out a letter from his arms and threw it away: "The second thing I came here for was also entrusted by Professor Dumbledore to improve Mr. Potter's living conditions, such as this Professor Dumbledore said that he hoped that I could deal with you beautifully to prevent this kind of thing from happening again."

   "Impossible!" Mrs. Dursley yelled suddenly, her head standing tall on her long neck, like an angry goose: "Dumbledore would not make such a request!"

   "Yeah, he wants me to solve it beautifully."

Jemini elegantly spread his hands: "But there is a good saying that people’s prejudices are a big mountain, no matter how hard you try, you can’t move them. For example, Mr. Porter’s situation, although sometimes he makes some uncontrollable things. But it’s undeniable that the two have always abused Mr. Potter because of fear or other complicated emotions—"

   "No one has ever abused him-we raised him to such a big age, he should know how to be grateful!" Vernon yelled loudly when he heard this.

"Cultivation and captivity are two completely different concepts. Mr. Dursley, if the information I have is correct, Mr. Porter seems to have been living in the utility room under the stairs of your house until he was eleven. ? And even now, it is common for you not to give him food. You know, even in the orphanage, at least the children can still eat."

"With all due respect, Mr. Potter's living conditions are not as good as those of my servants. Perhaps the two took in Mr. Potter out of some kind of last resort, but... in essence, it is no different from having a slave in captivity. "

  Jemini raised his eyebrows: "Of course, I also know that the two have not changed their attitudes...or that it is impossible to change their attitudes towards him, which means that I cannot solve this problem."

   "So since I can't solve the problem, then I have to solve the person who caused the problem." Jemini looked at the Dursley couple honestly.

  Vernon's face flushed red: "Don't want to scare me! I know! You can't cast spells during your holidays! Stop bluffing me here, idiot kid!"

  "It's like the privileged class in Muggle society. Some things are not uncommon in the magical world. Powerful people always get preferential treatment, right?"

  Jemini chuckled: "And it may be a bit ugly to say this, but if you still use magic to deal with your Excellency, it would be an insult to me."

  Vernon shrank his neck, and pulled his wife and son behind him with a panting.

   "Of course, you don't have to be so alarmed." Jemini smiled: "Actually, I am talking about solving the two, not to kill people, but to protect the rights and interests of Mr. Potter through formal means."

   "Formal means? Where do you people come from?" Vernon yelled, seeming to give himself a boost.

   "I can assure you that my methods are absolutely normal to you." Jemini pressed both hands to indicate Vernon not to be too irritable.

"Actually, you may not know that when Mr. Potter was born, he blocked a death curse and killed a demon, so he can be said to be the savior of the entire British wizarding world, or even the savior of Muggle society. Because that demon has the dangerous idea of ​​slaughtering Muggles."

   "So about what the two did to Mr. Potter, if it is spread, some radicals in the magic world may want to disadvantage the two. The best result I can think of is to be sent to Azkaban..."

When Mrs. Dursley heard the words, she couldn't help shivering, her face pale.

   "Ha... It seems that Ms. Dursley knows exactly what Azkaban is like, yes, it is a wizard prison."

  Jemini said gently: "But I don’t approve of this approach. In the final analysis, the two are just ordinary people without magic. They may not live there for a day, so I plan to follow the process of Muggle society."

"In fact, before I came, I had entrusted a Muggle friend to hire a lawyer, and I would file a lawsuit against the two minors for abuse of minors and illegal detention." Jemini met the pale faces of the Dursley family. , Smiled gently: "If you count the time, they should be almost there too."

   "Don't think... bluff me!" Vernon yelled, pantingly, "People like you can't even use the phone!"

  The voice fell, and the doorbell rang.

   "It looks like they are here." Jemini said gently, "I suggest you open the door, otherwise the police may be the ones who wait."

  Vernon gritted his teeth and stood up, went to open the door.

  Sure enough, two men in suits were standing at the door at this time, one with a sturdy figure, the other with glasses and a purse under his arm, looking gentle.

  At this time, a row of cars had been parked outside the Dursley’s garden, and one could vaguely see through the car windows. There were people in these cars, and they didn’t look like any kind.

  "Is Mr. Dursley?" The man in glasses looked at Vernon solemnly: "This is Kane Johnson, a lawyer who provides legal aid to Mr. Fox. I think Mr. Fox should have arrived?"

  Vernon's face instantly turned pale.

  (End of this chapter)