Vernon looked horrified.

George and Fred nodded repeatedly. They didn't think there was anything wrong with bringing up the memory.

"Yes, there are memories!" George clapped his hands. "The Ministry of Magic has a Pensieve."

"Dad used it," Fred agreed.

Vernon turned his face away awkwardly: "Since you have evidence, you can definitely sue the Ministry of Magic. That Mr. Bagman seems to be the Minister of Sports?"

George and Fred fell silent.

"Are you having any difficulties?" Fenon asked kindly. "You can definitely find a lawyer. Of course, I don't recommend it. Three hundred Galleons doesn't seem like a lot."

Based on the hourly rates of lawyers in Great Britain, the consultation alone might cost more than a hundred pounds.

three hundred……

Hiring a lawyer is almost a losing proposition.

"Based purely on the exchange rate at Gringotts, three hundred Galleons is equivalent to fifteen hundred pounds," Harry explained to him.

Vernon nodded. The value was slightly higher than he had estimated, at fifteen hundred pounds, and there was still room for prosecution to recover the money.

Hermione shook her head. "But each young wizard can only exchange a limited number of gold Galleons for pounds each year. In terms of actual value, three hundred gold Galleons are worth more than one thousand five hundred pounds."

She estimated: "About double."

It suddenly dawned on Vernon that it was necessary to sue and recover the three thousand pounds.

His eyes softened as he looked at George and Fred. It was amazing that Arthur, who looked stupid but was extremely curious, could give birth to such a business-minded child.

While in school, you can earn at least three hundred Galleons, or even more.

What a shame…

How come he is a wizard?

But soon, all the tenderness in his eyes disappeared.

"What is a lawyer?" George and Fred asked with confused eyes.

Vernon looked at them in shock.

How come a kid who is almost eighteen doesn’t even know what a lawyer is?

"Wizards don't have lawyers," Hermione said with some embarrassment.

Fenon tilted his head back, his eyes full of disbelief.

"But it shouldn't be a problem to sue the Ministry of Magic." Hermione said hesitantly, "I don't think I've seen any laws regarding similar issues."

Ron looked at Hermione with a ferocious expression: "Hermione, have you even read the laws of the Ministry of Magic?"

Who in their right mind would watch that kind of stuff?

"We are Gryffindors," Hermione said simply.

The little lions smiled knowingly.

Especially George and Fred laughed even more wildly: "Yes, we are Gryffindor, Hermione, thank you for reminding us, we also need to read the laws of the Ministry of Magic carefully."

"Gotta take an 'O' on this one."

They gathered together and went back to the lounge.

Along the way, George and Fred asked Vernon how to sue the Ministry of Magic and get the money - Vernon was extremely experienced in this regard.

They celebrated in the lounge until late at night, and a group of drunkards finally fell asleep, supporting each other.

Ron rubbed his red face and prepared to ask about what happened today, but there were too many people around and it was difficult to ask.

Sirius was woken up by Lupin in a daze.

Ever since Harry was teleported away by the portkey, the two of them had been busy searching for him and had missed the conversation in the headmaster's office. They couldn't miss it now.

Crookshanks came over and rubbed Harry's trouser leg affectionately, whining and moaning.

"Wait, I'll get Neville over here, he understands cat language." Ron turned his head and looked not far away. Neville was struggling to drag his roommate Seamus. He didn't dare to use the levitation spell. He had also consumed some alcohol tonight and was afraid that if he couldn't control himself, he would throw his roommate into the fireplace.

"There's someone outside, it must be Aunt Petunia." Harry picked up Crookshanks.

Ron was startled and wanted to speak.

Hermione sighed, "Don't ask Harry about cat language, he doesn't know it, he just guessed from Crookshanks's behavior."

Ron looked at Hermione in surprise.

Harry is fine.

How come you also learned to read minds?

"I'm not a mind reader." Hermione shook her head.

Ron was even more surprised.

And you still say you can't! Just like Harry, you can know what you are thinking without saying anything.

"I was just tired from studying, so I just read some basic psychology books to kill time." Hermione said confidently, "I've learned a little bit about it. Your face is so easy to understand."

Ron rubbed his face: "Why do you say that too."

Harry walked over and moved the hole away. Outside stood Petunia and Vernon.

Wait for them both to climb in.

"Why is the entrance to your lounge a hole?" Fenon panted. His hardware did not support this kind of operation. Fortunately, there was a spell on the hole that could adjust its size according to the physique of different people so that he would not get stuck.

"Academy feature." Harry explained simply, "Why don't you rest so late to come visit a bunch of drunks?"

"Penny is a little worried about you." Vernon sat down on the sofa, "We told those strange creatures with light bulbs on their faces to notify us after you finish celebrating here."

Penny said nothing.

She looked a little guilty: "I didn't know you had been living in such danger, and I didn't know Lily..."

When they were little, Lily had shown off to her about life at Hogwarts.

She had always thought she was safe and happy, just as she said.

Come by today and see for yourself.

I even asked the group of elves.

This is no ordinary danger.

When she first entered school, Harry came face to face with a dark wizard. In her second year, she faced a basilisk. She didn't know what a basilisk was, but the house-elves were very patient and explained to her that it was a creature that was as dangerous as a dragon.

Hatred supports people in ignoring suffering.

Support broken.

It will open up the spring of guilt in your heart that has been accumulated for decades and will burst out like a fountain, overwhelming you and drowning you.

Hermione hesitated.

actually……

Hogwarts was not that dangerous before, it only became dangerous after Harry entered the school.

But she couldn't say that.

Harry is not some jinx!

"I'm fine." Harry stood up and took off his robes, revealing the snakeskin armor underneath. "Look, I still have armor on underneath. It was a bit of an accident, but I'm not injured. I'm covered in other people's blood."

"What's the matter with that key?" Penny asked with a frown, sitting next to her husband.

"Portkey." Harry sat down beside them and conjured a cushion for Sirius, who had turned into a big dog. "A teleportation spell that can carry the contactor to the place where the spell is set as the anchor point."

"Death Eaters?" Lupin asked, frowning.

Harry nodded and glanced to the side, where Neville was still carrying his roommate.

These are not some dark secrets.

Rita had already reported it in the Daily Prophet, although the Ministry of Magic issued a "rumor-busting" statement the next day and severely criticized Ms. Rita Skeeter.

Sirius called out twice, but found that although the Animagus form was comfortable, he couldn't talk, so he immediately changed back: "Who is that guy? Did you catch him?"

"It should be Barty Crouch Jr." Harry said softly.

With a thud——

A dull sound came from the fireplace, Neville's face turned pale, and Dennis in his hand fell heavily to the ground, and he turned over with a grin.

"I'm sorry, Harry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation." Neville came over tremblingly, his eyes widened, and his voice became so emotionally powerful for the first time, "But...you were talking about Barty Crouch Jr.?"

"The son of Barty Crouch, former Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation?"

"Is that Barty Crouch Jr?"

Harry nodded. "It's him."

"That little Barty Crouch is still alive?" Neville clenched his fists, his round owl face flushed, and his voice trembled even more than when he saw Professor Snape.

"He's probably still alive." Harry nodded again.

"Isn't it a lie made up by that woman Skeeter?" Neville asked again to confirm, "My grandmother said that Skeeter's words are not credible at all. She is a liar who tells lies all the time."

Harry was very patient. "You can trust me. I was the one who asked Skeeter to look into this matter."

Neville said nothing more and walked towards the dormitory in a daze. After everyone went in, he remembered that there was a roommate outside. He turned back and dragged him back.

"Does that child have a grudge against Barty Crouch Jr?" Penny frowned.

Sirius said nothing.

Lupin pursed his lips and said, "Very sad news. On the night when James and the others were in trouble, Barty Crouch Jr. and Bellatrix Lestrange, along with a group of Death Eaters, found the Longbottoms."

"They tortured the poor couple with the Cruciatus Curse all night long, and they are still in St. Mungo's Hospital, unconscious."

Vernon and Penny don't know what the Cruciatus Curse is.

But they understood what "torture" meant.

"I see." Harry nodded as he looked at the passage leading to the boys' dormitory. Faintly, he could hear Neville's crying and the snoring of other little wizards.

Lupin sighed and said nothing.

Sirius's expression also became serious.

Harry went on, telling everything except the part about the Horcruxes.

The more she listened, the more frightened Penny became.

"It sounds more exciting than those Yankee movies," Vernon concluded.

Penny poked her husband's kidney in annoyance.

Can you say that?

This is your nephew!

Petunia opened her mouth. She really wanted to say something like, "We may not be able to help you with anything, but you will always have a home at Privet Drive."

But she couldn't say it.

I wanted to say something but hesitated, and made up my mind, but no matter what I did, I just couldn't say it.

They chatted by the campfire until three in the morning, and then Harry sent Aunt Petunia and the others back.

Sirius and Lupin slept in the common room.

the next day.

Harry had just returned from exercise.

Hermione held up a copy of the Daily Prophet with a serious expression: "Harry, this is bad, look at today's newspaper!"

Harry took it.

The front-page photograph was of him last night in Little Hangleton Cemetery, holding a sword and a stick, with corpses at his feet.