Vol 2 Chapter 1617: Past hatred

In the wedding photo of Sirius to his parents, Harry never saw his aunt's aunt.
They didn't have a wedding, but with his knowledge of their parents, her mother couldn't have invited the Dursleys.
From the tone of Vernon’s coward, perhaps the two sides had problems when they first met...
Before switching on, Harry would have tried to figure out what to do, figure out what his father had said to Vernon's wife, or let Vernon coward apologize to his father, and then be excited, he would take out his wand and do something for his coward. What, like this time three years ago, he inflated his aunt. But now it doesn't matter. He knows his father and knows that he is not as perfect as he had imagined before.
Perhaps, it was not Vernon’s wife who was wrong in the past.
For Harry at this time, the hatred of the Dursley family was nothing!
Although they are always reluctant to admit, Harry actually forgives them in their hearts, or does not care.
The most important things seen in his heart in the past have become less important as they get older.
Once, he tried every means to integrate into this family and wanted to get his aunt's approval.
However, he has received only disappointment and unfair treatment, and the growing disappointment and hatred.
Until now, Harry still remembers the thoughts of his childhood, but now it doesn't matter, there is a wider world waiting for him.
Looking back, I have been imprisoning his little house, and his aunt's aunt is not as bad as he once thought.
They have their opinions, like most Muggles' attitudes toward wizards, and the Dursleys still hold Harry when they know they are in danger.
For a Muggle family, this is already a great move.
You know, they could have sent Harry to the orphanage at the time, as Voldemort had experienced, even if there was a letter from Dumbledore.
Sixteen years ago, Voldemort personally selected Harry and gave him a mark, but his misfortune was not copied to Harry. As Dumbledore once said, he may not have been so good in the childhood of the Dursleys, but he is still protected, heeded, and learned what love is!
Yes, love!
Harry remembered what Evan had said to himself, and advised him to apologize to Snape for his father. Although he felt that he might not forgive Snape in his life, the Dursleys were not Sneek. Pu, some words are actually not as difficult as imagined.
"If my dad told you something unreasonable in the past, I apologize for him." Harry suddenly said to Vernon, his voice was low, but it was clearly and unambiguously passed to everyone’s ears. "And ,Goodbye!"
Vernon Dursley slammed, and did not seem to think that Harry would say so.
For a moment, he looked at Harry slyly, didn't know what he was thinking, and then waved his hands irritably.
"Kid, what are you talking about, I am damn, can we not go?! It has been delayed for a long time." Desley left the room unnaturally.
"Yes, yes!" Dedalo Dige said that he had just looked at the scenes in a foggy way. He didn't seem to understand the strange relationship between Harry and the Dursleys. This time he was again by Vernon Dursley. Urging, he seems to have come back, "We really have to go, Harry."
He hurried forward and held Harry's hand tightly with both hands.
"I wish you good luck, I hope that we will have a period later, and the hope of the wizarding world will fall on your shoulders."

Hey!
said Harry.
Okay, thank you.

"Goodbye, Harry!" Heisie also held his hand tightly and said, "We will miss you."
"I hope everything goes well," said Harry, glanced at Aunt Petunia and Dudley.
"Oh, I believe we will be good friends." Dige said happily, waving his hat and leaving the living room.
He Sijia also followed, and Dudley gently broke away from his mother's cuddle and walked toward Harry.
Harry had to refrain from the urge to threaten him with magic, and Dudley stretched out his fat, pink hand. Aunt Petunia re-sounded and wept, and Harry also reached out. He felt that Dudley had changed a lot, but since he even said those words to Vernon's coward, these seem to be nothing.
Their relationship has changed since Harry rescued Dudley from the dementors.
"Goodbye, Harry." Dudley said, he suddenly came up and hugged Harry. "I will miss you."
"Okay... I will miss you too, maybe." Harry said uncertainly, breaking away from Dudley's arms, "take care, d brother."
Dudley almost smiled and then walked out of the living room.
Harry heard his heavy footsteps on the gravel driveway, then slammed and the door closed.
Hearing this voice, Aunt Petunia, who had been buried in her handkerchief, looked up.
At this time, only two of them were left in the living room.
She didn't seem to expect that she would be alone with Harry. She hurriedly put the wet handkerchief into her pocket and said, "Okay, goodbye."
Then, she didn't look at Harry, and she walked toward the door.
"Goodbye," said Harry.
Aunt Petunia stopped and turned her back. For a time, Harry had a particularly strange feeling, as if Aunt Petunia wanted to say something to him: she looked at him with a weird and timid look, and seemed to hesitate to talk, but then she slammed her head and rushed out. The door, chasing her husband and son went.
Looking at the empty living room, Harry had an inexplicable feeling. In the past 16 years, he never seemed to feel that it was so empty.
Goodbye, Vernon Coward!
Goodbye, Aunt Petunia!
Goodbye, Dudley!
Harry ran back upstairs to his bedroom and rushed to the window, just to see the Dursley car turning over the driveway and onto the road. The top hat on Dedallow was in the middle of Aunt Petunia and Dudley. When the car reached the end of the Nuwa Road, it turned to the right, and the window shot a red light in the west sun, and then disappeared.
Harry picked up Hedwig's cage, picked up his fire arrow and backpack, and finally glanced at the neat and tidy bedroom, then slanted the floor to the living room, and placed the birdcage, broom and backpack on the stairs. Beside the feet.
The light quickly dims and the living room appears to be heavily shadowed in the twilight.
There was silence in the air, and Harry stood here and knew that he was about to leave the house forever. This feeling is really different.
The inexplicable feeling that appeared just once again appeared and became very strong.
A long time ago, the Dursleys went out to have fun and left him alone at home. The hours of being alone were a rare treat: quickly and delicious things from the refrigerator, then rushed upstairs and played. Play Dudley's game console, or turn on the TV and choose the channel as you like.
Thinking of those times, there is an inexplicable embarrassment in his heart, like thinking of a younger brother who has lost.
It was his childhood. He belonged to the memories of the Dursley family. Now, everything is goodbye!