As expected, the next day, the TV interview attracted heated discussions.

A series of fresh reports jumped out of the machine like fresh toast, eager to be spread with butter and jam and stuffed into people's stomachs. Fred and George's private radio station came in handy again. After the morning newspaper clipping time, they picked out some interesting news as broadcast materials to "people who still have a childlike heart."

After reading the news "Utopian Society: Progress or Backwardness?", Fred asked the audience for help: "Does anyone know whether utopia is a curse word? I still don't understand after reading the whole article. This guy who calls himself an anthropologist believes that wizards are a group of freaks who practice a large-scale social experiment that conforms to their ideas. This makes me feel like I'm working for nothing. Listen to this paragraph: When material abundance is extremely abundant and individual survival ability reaches its peak, the social structure of human beings will inevitably change from rigorous to loose. At that time, the concept of the state will be weakened, and individuals will come together because of common ideas..."

Naturally, no one responded to him. After George read an exclusive advertisement for Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, Lee Jordan introduced the audience to the world outside Britain that he learned from his relatives abroad.

"The situation is not optimistic." He said on the latest radio program: "My cousin who is several generations apart sneered at my hairstyle. His family likes to look at people with their nostrils instead of eyes. This gives me a bad association. People like them will never rely on poor relatives and choose to live under someone else's roof unless they have no other choice. And I happen to have sufficient information sources to prove that the number of people who have fled here recently - a more elegant way to say it is to travel - is increasing."

"Here I would also like to remind all young listeners that if there happen to be strangers in your home, but your parents insist that you are related to them by blood, you must persuade them to register with the Ministry of Magic and abide by local laws; violators will pay a large fine and an irregular Azkaban experience package - given that there are already many Death Eaters there, now is not a good time to show personality and courage."

The voices of Harry, Ron and Hermione would occasionally appear on the radio. Ron found pleasure in it, and he seemed to enjoy making his voice heard, and even forgot the real purpose of returning to the Burrow.

"Wedding, Ronald Weasley, your eldest brother's wedding!" Mrs. Weasley stared at him fiercely, "I didn't ask you to come back so that you can be idle."

"Mom, I'm doing important things - they have the right." Ron protested loudly.

"Yes, but you also have the right to do housework," Mrs. Weasley said a little sarcastically, "Go clean up the gnomes in the garden now. They are getting bolder and bolder. One day they will climb onto the dining table and ask me to change the channel on the magic radio."

"This fully proves a truth," Ron said in a low voice: "You will get tired of listening to the same song all the time."

So Harry and Ron went to the garden and bent down to search for gnomes from the bushes. This creature looks like a mutant potato, and its IQ also inherited its appearance when it was still planted in the soil. Therefore, this is purely a physical job. Hermione was invited to choose the colors of gifts, ribbons and flowers with Ginny. Of course, the flowers have not come back yet, so Mrs. Weasley gave this task to Fred and George.

"You went back to the Dursleys last night?" Ron asked in surprise in the garden. "Tell me more about it!"

"To get something." Harry said with mixed feelings. It was difficult for him to describe the scene when he met the Dursleys. It was the first time he went back after the wizarding world was exposed. He had only sent a letter before, but the Dursleys were obviously dissatisfied with it.

This dissatisfaction fermented over time and broke out completely as soon as he appeared. Uncle Vernon yelled like a bloated spring, loudly questioning the purpose of the Ministry of Magic casting a spell in his house, and said that he had not slept well in the past month. When Harry asked why he was not there when the staff of the Ministry of Magic were still there, Uncle Vernon looked like he wanted to rush over and hit someone.

"This is to protect you. With this protection measure, the neighbors around you will still remember that one of you lives in a boarding school--" Harry paused and said expressionlessly: "Nephew, but they will subconsciously ignore my face and my name. That's the reason. Basically all students from Muggle families are protected in this way."

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia exchanged glances. This answer obviously solved a long-standing puzzle in their hearts, that is, why did Harry attend the Queen's afternoon tea but no neighbors came to harass him? They prayed from the bottom of their hearts that their neighbors were dizzy-although the hope was slim, because their neighbors were like Aunt Petunia, who had a natural keen sense of smell for topics that could lead the trend, and were willing to spend a lot of time exploring the details;

or was it because the attention of these neighbors was all attracted by the rich wizard professor who was the leader? They were secretly thankful for this for a while.

"So... are you willing to come back now? How long will you stay this time?" Uncle Vernon asked angrily.

"I'm not coming back to live here," Harry said, "I'm coming to pack my things." Aunt Petunia dropped the pan in her hand, and the hard metal made a small dent in her favorite wooden floor. Dudley, who was on summer vacation, frowned, as if he was trying to think about the complicated question of why Harry had to pack his luggage as soon as he came back. Harry

could almost hear the sound of Dudley's rusty brain working hard. Harry tried not to look at him. If there was any member of this family who made him feel a little bit of novelty in the past few years, it was that Dudley seemed to have a little interest in magic.

Uncle Vernon suddenly jumped up, startling everyone. He frowned and paced around the living room, looking at Harry with a sharp and deep look from time to time, making people wonder if he had learned Legilimency.

"Anything else?" When their eyes met again, Harry said impatiently, and he was about to leave.

"Don't leave so quickly, I have something else to ask!" Uncle Vernon said, Harry stopped and looked at him, but Uncle Vernon became hesitant again, and the color on his face kept changing, which made Harry amazed. Finally, before he suffocated himself to death, he spoke: "Is there going to be a war?"

"Fernon--" Aunt Petunia screamed.

"Don't interrupt, Petunia." Fernon roared. His face turned purple.

Harry stared at him. Even though they had lived together for eleven years and spent several summer vacations together, he couldn't understand Uncle Fernon's train of thought at this moment.

"Why do you think so?"

"Why else did you suddenly decide to move out?" Uncle Fernon said, his small eyes flashing with a cunning light, "You must have known some news in advance, didn't you? The negotiations didn't go well, that's right-the newspapers said it, I should have thought of it earlier." He pounded his fist with a painful expression.

"Boy, we are your relatives, you can't run away alone!"

"You guessed wrong, that's not the reason." Harry said stiffly.

"That's why!?"

"I'm an adult," Harry said, feeling relieved. "I'm an adult," he repeated, his voice rising slightly, "so I'm moving out of here. You don't have to worry about me showing up at home and causing gossip. You just have to endure an owl card occasionally on Christmas days..."

There was an eerie silence in the house.

"Well," Uncle Vernon muttered after a moment, "if that's the reason -"

"Wait, you're not yet of age," Aunt Petunia said in a shrewd tone that she had learned from bargaining with people in shops. "It's still a few days away."

"It doesn't matter anymore," Harry said.

He looked at Petunia, thinking she would say something else, but her mouth was tightly pursed, so Harry shrugged and went upstairs to pack his things. A few minutes later, he came down again with a box containing traces of his life in this house. He took a last look at the Dursleys, who looked at Harry with a strange expression. Harry said softly, "Goodbye," and walked towards the door.

His hand was on the doorknob, and the sunlight through the window was a little dazzling. Suddenly, there was a creaking sound of the sofa behind him, as if a giant beast had awakened from its slumber, followed by footsteps. Harry turned slowly and Dudley stood in front of him, hesitating and extending a hand.

"Do those magic books really have such a big effect?" Harry looked at him in surprise.

"I don't know," Dudley whispered, "Goodbye, Harry."

"Okay." Harry shook Dudley's hand, "Goodbye, Dudley."

Seeing Dudley trying hard to force a smile on his face, an idea suddenly popped up in Harry's mind. After turning this idea around in his mind, it became very tempting. He knew that this would provoke a strong reaction from Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, but he still couldn't help but said half-jokingly and half-seriously:

"Hey, Brother D, if you can't find a satisfactory job in the future, you can consider selling magic products to ordinary people. What if your future children are wizards? We have some of the same blood, so we can't rule out this possibility..."

"Shut up, boy!" Uncle Vernon roared angrily. "How dare you--" This was Aunt Petunia's voice. Harry opened the door of number four, Privet Drive, with the cheerful background music. The sun shone down on his face. Harry turned around and shouted, "Oh, by the way, Dudley, I left something somewhere we all know. Maybe you'll like it!"

There was another commotion in the room. Harry closed the door and walked towards Sirius, who was waiting at the intersection and smiling at him.

"Is this your farewell ceremony?" Fred and George asked with interest. The two leaned against the fence and had no intention of coming to help. In their words, they had finally completed the task assigned to them. Now it was time to rest. When they were about to find Cedric, they happened to pass by and saw two strangely shaped buttocks through the fence, so they came to check it out.

"What do you think?" Harry said unhappily. The twins raised their hands in surrender. The corner of the rag in their hands fell down, and the dust that fell out made it impossible to open their eyes. Harry was choked and stepped back. Ron was unfortunately hit and cursed loudly.

"Be careful," Mrs. Weasley came over and heard Ron's words. She said angrily, "If I hear these words again, I will glue your mouth shut - and both of you!" She put her hands on her hips and asked the twins, "Have you wiped the chairs?"

"Yes," said Fred, waving the rag in his hand.

Mrs. Weasley covered her nose and stepped back, looking at them suspiciously, "Can you resist not using magic? What about the flowers?"

"They are also ready. We searched the nearby woods for this." George sighed. The four of them watched Mrs. Weasley leave, and he added in a low voice, "We did search the nearby woods until we met a flower shop in town."

Harry looked up in astonishment, "How did you get the owner to agree to sell flowers to you? Do you have money?" He was referring to Muggle coins, of course.

"Oh, the shopkeeper is a pretty girl, young and easy to persuade, so we decided to show off our eloquence -" said Fred.

"In the end, we exchanged a bag of snacks from the Trickster for enough flowers." George said.

"What is that?" Ron's eyes widened.

"Will there be any danger?" Harry said worriedly.

"Don't worry, these are all things that have been temporarily approved." Fred said, "You should trust our eyes——" "

Or Percy's eyes." George said.

"In short, we lied that we found a package left by a wizard. Inside were some multi-flavored fruits, floating fruit juice, vodice, daydream caramel pudding, vampire pudding, canary biscuits, sticky tongue lollipops..." Fred counted on his fingers.

"In a word, they are all harmless things that promote friendship." George concluded.

After the two left, Harry turned to ask Ron: "What is vodice?" He didn't like the name at all.

"The thing they invented that looks most like Muggle food is said to be inspired by Voldemort." Ron explained: "A jelly bean has two flavors of bitter and sweet alternating. You can imagine that it is full of sweetness in the last second, and bitter in the next second... It is wrapped in thirteen layers in total."

Harry imagined it in his mind and couldn't help shuddering.

The morning of the wedding. In the orchard behind the Burrow, Felix and Bill were nominally assigned to inspect the wedding venue, but in fact they were walking around. The two saw Hagrid carrying two logs and walking from a distance, followed by the even more burly giant Grawp, like some kind of ugly summon.

"The wedding will be held in the afternoon, and Fleur is doing the final check on the guest list in the house," Bill said, "She decided to do it herself, and by the way, add a few invitations that were left behind, and hand them over to them personally..." Seeing Felix's eyes, he added, "Not only Hagrid's brother, but Sirius also brought a list of big names. We didn't dare tell Mom, she was very nervous. You know, because of Fred and George's suggestion."

Felix's eyes flashed with a strange look - well, at Harry's birthday party last night, Fred and George proposed that Grawp snatch Fleur away at the wedding, and the groom Bill must play the role of a hero to snatch back his bride to show his bravery.

Just like some wizards in ancient times caught the evil dragons with their own hands.

This proposal was naturally rejected by Mrs. Weasley, who threatened with her eyes that if the two brothers dared to say a word about this topic, they would be turned into statues to welcome guests at the door. The

newly arrived Delacour couple was quite moved by this imagined heroic drama, but when Ginny pointed out the giant who temporarily lived in the orchard through the window, they were stunned with shock.