Chapter 16: Fortunately, You Don't Have Pets at Home

**Chapter 16: Fortunately, You Don't Have Pets at Home**

Suddenly, the creaking sound of a wooden door echoed through the building, heavy footsteps thudded in the hallway, and an excited voice rang out, "What happened?"

"Oh, Dudley!" Petunia instantly tensed.

Her hands reached out, fearing that Moon would harm her child. At the same time, she anxiously shouted upstairs, "Go back, Dudley!"

Moon raised his head, seeing the chubby, shirtless boy in the hallway.

"Long time no see." Moon smiled and greeted.

Dudley looked disgruntled, staring at Moon, "Why are you coming to our house?"

"Oh no! Dudley, go back, go back!" Vernon also emitted an anxious growl.

Moon felt somewhat helpless; their attitude and tone treated him like a fugitive.

"Don't worry; I have no ill intentions toward the child." Moon nodded and, under the barrel of Vernon's gun, walked straight to the living room. He noticed a single sofa and comfortably sat down.

"Wanna talk?"

"Mom, what's happening?" Dudley wanted to come down.

Vernon's lips, resembling two caterpillars, wriggled, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Go back to playing your video games, Dudley. Nothing, just adult talk."

"Fine." Dudley's voice sounded disinterested, then he thudded back into his room.

At this point, the entire living room finally quieted down for a moment.

Vernon's gun still pointed at Moon, and he threatened fiercely, "If you dare to make any move, don't blame me."

Moon waved his hand, "As you wish, you can keep pointing it if you're not tired."

Seeing that the two didn't intend to sit, Moon spoke directly, "Initially, I thought about finding a more polite way to talk to you. However, later, I found that your prejudices against wizards are deeply rooted. So, I won't beat around the bush.

I came here mainly to talk about Harry. I just heard Mr. Dursley say that Harry is not allowed to leave after refusing. I'm wondering if this violates our initial agreement."

At this, Vernon's face reddened again, "I don't need to make any agreement with a wizard living in a stinking dump. We absolutely do not allow this little brat to have any connection with wizards or magic."

"Sorry, your objection is invalid," Moon said nonchalantly. He didn't understand why the Dursleys harbored such strong animosity towards wizards, but he didn't care.

"What I want to say is, he is now my handyman, and I must ensure his obligation to continue working for me. If you don't agree, then I'll..."

Vernon suddenly raised the gun again, menacingly saying, "Or what?"

"Otherwise, I'll report child abuse to the court. I remember there are relevant provisions in the 'Children and Young Persons Act.'" Moon finished, smiling at Vernon, "Don't think I'm going to use any magic. You guys are overthinking. Your actions are enough to infuriate a judge."

Vernon and Petunia evidently feared the law more than magic. For many years, Harry was often sent to Mrs. Figg's when they went out as relevant laws prohibited leaving a child home alone.

And in their view, while magic could be countered with a gun, facing a legal case would ruin their lives!

Vernon kept taking deep breaths; he was getting agitated, exchanging glances with Petunia.

"Moreover, Mrs. Dursley, as a wizard, you should know that sooner or later, Harry will have to go to a magical school. Or do you think you can, with your own power, turn him into an ordinary person? Can you prevent him from going to school?"

Petunia felt like an invisible hand was strangling her neck, making it hard to breathe.

A magical school, yes, she knew. Her damn sister went to a magical school, destroying everything for her.

Just like when she wanted to go to a magical school as a child and was rejected by Dumbledore, could she... could she really stop this little brat from learning magic? Turn him into an ordinary person with her own abilities?

Petunia collapsed on the side sofa, feeling like her backbone had been taken away, and she weakly lowered her head.

"Any more questions?" After a while, Moon confirmed, but there was no response.

Seeing this, he stood up and reminded, "Make sure he doesn't be late tomorrow."

After saying that, he walked towards the entrance. At the front door, he put on his coat, picked up his hat, and turned back.

"Fortunately, you don't have pets at home," Moon said with a hint of mockery in his indifferent tone. "Otherwise, neighbors could see at a glance that he's living worse than a dog in your house.

Honestly, I didn't plan to meddle in your family affairs at first. It would seem like I'm talking without understanding, after all, you were forced to adopt him.

But, as his only family in this world, at least treat him as a human being."

With that, Moon pushed the door and left.

Back at Moonlight Castle, Moon lay on the red sofa. Lucifer popped out, curious about where Moon had been.

As it happened, since Harry broke his flowers outside the door, he set up a monitoring array there.

Not long ago, he sensed a magical fluctuation and came out to see that it was at the Dursleys', deciding to pay a visit.

At that time, Harry was on the verge of a magical outburst.

"Nothing, just a couple venting their accumulated resentment and prejudices from the previous generation onto an innocent child," Moon smiled, not saying more.

Lucifer probably knew what was going on; he couldn't quite understand human thinking, found it boring, and lazily retreated into the fireplace.

Moon picked up the book again, reading it word by word.

From Grindelwald and Dumbledore's encounter with Voldemort, the magical world's history of the past century gradually unfolded before his eyes. A vivid magical world took shape in his mind.

On the other side, Harry lay in the narrow room tossing and turning. Vernon's words kept haunting him. Would he still be able to go to Moonlight Castle in the future? Could he still learn magic?

Deep down, he knew Uncle Moon could probably handle Uncle Vernon, but he couldn't help thinking of the worst.

In a daze, he didn't know how long it took for him to enter the realm of dreams. Anyway, the next morning, he was once again awakened by the banging on the door.

But when he opened the door, he actually saw Uncle Vernon's smile for the first time, although it was very forced.

"Get up, Harry... speaking of this cupboard, your aunt and I have considered... you've grown up, and this place is indeed a bit small.

So we thought about it last night. It's better for you to move to Dudley's other bedroom."

"Why?" Harry was puzzled. A smiling face and a bedroom, this was too unusual.

"Don't ask questions!" Uncle Vernon shouted, "Go to number thirteen, inform your damn wiz... your boss about your leave, then come back and move all your things upstairs. Go now!!"

Harry was pleasantly surprised. Well, even though this was very unusual, as long as it was a good thing, what was there to refuse?

Harry quickly put on his shoes, then ran while putting on his surprisingly large shirt. He ran to Moonlight Castle and told Uncle Moon about it.

Moon only raised his eyelids from the sofa, then noticed through the door Harry had opened that it was already bright outside.

He yawned, expressionless, "Do as you wish, go."