Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

As he spoke, he glared at the two Holmeses.

“That kind of person?” Nietzsche followed closely behind the detective, like a triumphant rooster, and teased with a mocking look, “You should get yourself a flying car... Oh, I forgot, you think that’s abnormal.”

Because the Dursleys strive for normalcy, it is most ironic when the abnormal becomes normal.

They hated magic and wanted to reject everything related to it, but when magical cars became mainstream, what they considered normal became the most abnormal thing.

"What exactly do you want to do!" Vernon Dursley said, swallowing his anger.

"Do you have any wine?" Lestrade's hands were trembling as he turned the doorknob. "Thank you, and please come with me, Mrs. Dursley."

Chapter 288 The thing she envied was always by her side.

“Your situation is very dangerous now.” These were Lestrade’s first words after he took a sip of his drink and let out a long sigh, which immediately turned Mr. Dursley’s face pale.

Everyone knows what's going on now.

Dementors, werewolves, vampires, and other magical creatures with brutal personalities and a degree of intelligence have broken down the wall between the non-magical and magical worlds.

Ordinary people, wizards, Death Eaters... everyone dies standing on the side they support.

“This is insane, ridiculous!” Vernon said, standing next to the refrigerator in the kitchen, barely containing his anger. “I just took my son to Smetine High School today to prepare for his boxing match, and apart from you guys, I haven’t encountered anything abnormal.”

Vernon Dursley's death was clearly a future event in which he was suddenly attacked by Death Eaters and died in an accident.

Sherlock walked from the doorway to the living room with his hands behind his back, and then went up the stairs without the host's permission. But suddenly, he kept pacing back and forth between the twentieth and nineteenth steps.

The different sounds prove that part of it is hollow.

So, amidst Vernon's flustered glances, Sherlock gripped the hidden door of the stairwell partition, pulled it open, and a small room lit with orange light appeared before everyone's eyes.

The only light source was a tungsten bulb, and the room was crammed with a small bed. Hogwarts textbooks and Quidditch Nursing Manuals were piled up under the bed.

Hanging from the wooden ceiling was a birdcage, inside which was Hedwig from Harry Potter.

"Where is he?" Sherlock said coldly. "That boy... don't play dumb, you know I saw him at King's Cross Station."

"Hmph, how would I know? Maybe he's thinking about how to mess around with people like you," Fu said, turning his head away nonchalantly.

Nietzsche saw Mavolo and ran over in surprise, touching the yellowed sheets with his fingers. Mavolo was so big that he almost had to bend over to squeeze through the door.

This living environment is truly terrible, so terrible that even Marvolo couldn't believe it.

"This is the Savior's room? Hah." He paused for a moment, and the laughter that followed seemed mocking, as if he felt that such a person, Voldemort's mortal enemy, was an insult in itself.

That feeling is called resentment... What Marvolo resents is that Harry Potter was in a worse situation than him, yet he managed to live a decent life.

Vernon's face gradually turned purple. He rushed forward and slammed the door shut.

At that moment, a strange and distorted face was reflected in the frosted glass of the doorway—Penny Dursley had come home, and as soon as she entered, she saw four people wearing different cloaks surrounding her husband.

"What's with the car at the gate? I don't remember inviting any neighbors this afternoon!"

She sensed something was wrong and took a step back. The next second, her body was pulled towards Vernon like a fish on a hook.

"I'm asking you! Where did Harry Potter go?!"

Penny screamed because of the magic. She was bound to the sofa by magic, twisting and turning like a madwoman, her eyes filled with fear and her face turning pale.

“You’re a cop, a cop!” Vernon leaned forward, spitting into his glass. “I’ll file a complaint against you. I’ll tell everyone that you’re using taxpayers’ money to help outsiders bully your own people!”

But no one paid him any attention. No matter how loudly he cursed, Lestrade would just scratch his ear with his little finger and blow a few breaths.

Perhaps she was tired of shouting, or perhaps she realized that Nietzsche and the others had no intention of harming her, Penny finally chose to remain silent, pleading that her son and husband not be hurt.

“I’m saving your lives so that one night you won’t be trampled to death by a giant or have your souls stolen by a Dementor while you’re asleep,” Sherlock said gently, lighting his pipe.

But Penny's reaction surprised everyone. Unlike her husband, she didn't show disdain or distrust; instead, she hesitated...

She said, "That's impossible. They're guarding the wizards' prison, Azkaban."

After she finished speaking, Petunia Dursley immediately covered her mouth and curled her lips into a tight purse, as if a nun who usually behaved in a proper manner had suddenly sworn. Not to mention Nietzsche, even her husband Vernon was surprised.

You should know that she, like her husband, is very hostile to magic.

However, there are reasons for the animosity. First of all, Petunia is Harry Potter's family member, a direct blood relative, while Lily Potter is a wizard. If Petunia hated her sister for being a freak, how would she know these things?

"Have you heard of Dementors?" Hermione leaned down.

“It happened many years ago, when a terrible little freak told me…” Penny turned to her husband and explained apologetically, “a guy trying to win my sister’s favor.”

This is truly...a pleasant surprise.

However, Nietzsche did not believe that the 'little freak' the other party was referring to was James Potter. Given Dean Snape's awkward personality, it might actually be related to that.

“Then you should know even more about what’s been happening lately. Those people around you are all Voldemort’s henchmen…” Nietzsche said. “Now that he’s back… haven’t you noticed that the pool of victims is slowly shrinking?”

"Voldemort?!"

Penny's eyes suddenly changed, and she stopped struggling to break free from the magic's shackles. Her eyes widened with fear. She knew this person, and she knew what his return meant.

Everything exploded in her mind, except for Vernon, who was still confused.

“I don’t know, we usually don’t care about…him…” Penny said in a trembling voice, “I only stipulated that he had to be back before Dudley got home, and he really came back, why didn’t you say so sooner?”

"What are you saying? You are Potter's last shield."

“Wait, Penny? If those monsters are looking for Potter and you can’t handle them, why can Penny?” Vernon asked timidly.

Nietzsche didn't say much, but simply drew a lightning bolt-like mark on his forehead with his wand.

Many things need no further explanation. Even Penny, a Muggle, after staring for a while at the faintly shimmering golden runes on Nietzsche's forehead, slumped down and stared blankly at the handmade vase of flowers on the table.

The vase was ugly and clashed with the Dursleys' decor, but it was spotless.

“Magic…so this is where magic is.” Penny murmured to herself.

Chapter 289 Penny: So I was the one who used magic!

As for the Dursleys now, there are hardly any normal people in the house:

Vernon doesn't seem like a typical Englishman; his traditional ideas are more like those of an American redneck. Penny, who was barely considered a normal person before, is no longer; she knows more than Sherlock does.

Hermione then explained the origins of the ancient magic that had been applied to Harry Potter.

“So, he wasn’t abandoned? I thought… I thought that weird old man gave him to me…” Penny said in a daze, “Lily’s protective magic? She still remembers me, this… this Muggle?”

The only person who could be called a weird old man by the Dursleys is probably Dumbledore, and of course, some wizards think so too.

But Vernon looked even stranger. Nietzsche noticed that his arm lingered in mid-air for a long time, as if he wanted to comfort his wife who was lost in memories, but in the end he put it back on his thigh and sighed heavily.

“Countless Death Eaters in the wizarding world want Potter dead. Ancient magic can only work if he stays by your side… So you’re being forced into this… If conditions allowed, why would you be the ones raising him?” Marvolo said disdainfully.

Truly arrogant, and truly ignorant.

This 'knowledge' refers to self-awareness. The Dursleys thought they were insignificant in the whole affair, only dragged into it because of the wizard.

It is with this understanding that they so despise magic.

No...no, no, no, from the moment Lily was killed by Voldemort, the Dursleys were the most indispensable part of the whole story, unless Petunia's husband wasn't a Dursley.

"They came because of you, Penny. You've known about this all along?!"

Vernon looked at his wife with a strange and shocked gaze. In all the years they had shared a bed, he had never heard of any magic, anything related to magic, let alone the protection of magic.

Nietzsche, however, noticed the contradiction in the couple's relationship: the husband was the one being kept in the dark, meaning that only Vernon Dursley truly detested magic.

However, this contradiction is precisely the product of the Dursleys' mutual respect; they were a very peaceful couple.

“What I’m trying to say is—you are the one whose ancient magic worked,” Nietzsche said.

“But I… but I’ve been rejected before.” Penny took a deep breath, her whole body trembling, and looked at her hands with suspicion.

“It’s related to magic… Magic doesn’t just exist within a wizard’s body; it’s an invisible energy. You could say you’ve been using magic all along, you just don’t know it.” His casual reply sparked an idea.

Nietzsche glanced casually at Hermione's neck, suddenly realizing that there was room for improvement in runic magic, and had an idea related to magical research:

Can Muggles use magic through runes?

Upon closer examination, this is not impossible. Lily accomplished it through her bloodline, and although Penny only acted as a 'switch' for ancient magic in the process, it still proved the feasibility of this idea.

Nietzsche stopped his wandering thoughts... He couldn't think any further...

“There’s an amusement park next to Little Huijin District; he should be there.” Penny glanced at the clock, and a sense of responsibility suddenly turned into a wave of fear that swept over her.

In this situation, it would be extremely dangerous for Harry to be out alone.

Nietzsche and Inspector Lestrade were about to leave when they noticed Mrs. Dursley stiffly following behind them.

“Penny?” Vernon exclaimed incredulously.

Of course he didn't want to go, after all, Nietzsche was the little bastard who beat Dali into the hospital back then.

“I’m sorry, darling… but he’ll die.” Penny twisted her apron with a troubled expression, exuding a capable air, though her face remained pale. “You heard it too, only if I’m here can… can the magic work.”

Vernon stared at them for a few moments, then said in a low voice, "The car can't possibly fit all these people."

That's it? Nietzsche thought he was trying to come up with some other excuse to keep his wife.

“Have you heard of the Seamless Expansion Charm... a magic that can expand space?” Nietzsche rolled his eyes, then extended an invitation, “You should come along too.”

“What? I won’t…” Vernon refused.

"If some werewolf or vampire runs in, we won't be able to come back suddenly."

“Okay, let me make this clear beforehand, I’m just worried that Penny and Dudley might be in some danger!” At the detective’s signal, Vernon retrieved a double-barreled shotgun and a gun license from the second-floor bedroom.

No one knows what they might encounter, and given Harry's special status, they must protect him.

In ancient legends, Harry Potter would only be considered a weapon specifically designed to counter Voldemort, so it doesn't mean that Death Eaters and other creatures are immune to harming him.

Vernon was forced into the car. Perhaps it was his first time riding in a magical car, and he was somewhat surprised. Or perhaps he disliked the two Holmeses beside him, which caused him to mutter to himself incessantly.

"This is what you call a flying car, nothing special... Hmm... Speaking of which, how did Scotland Yard know about this? So, the Prime Minister also knows about the wizards?"

He seemed to be infested with fleas, shaking his clothes every now and then, and then comforting Penny in a very masculine way.

“Every leader knew that, otherwise war would have broken out long ago,” Lestrade said.

The car flew over Magnolia Flower Crescent Street and soon arrived at a small amusement park... It was more of a small market than an amusement park, mostly tents set up for things like throwing frisbees.

Perhaps due to the recent increase in terrorist attacks, there are few tourists here, only cheerful laughter coming from the circus.