Yes, no one thought that this day would come so soon.
The happy summer vacation, those happy memories, seemed like it was yesterday.
If time could stop, how great would that be!
"Hermione and I are leaving, we …" Before Elwyn could finish, his mother stood up and hugged him in her arms.
She was crying. Because she had said it many times before, she didn't say anything else other than the words of farewell.
But the tears of parting were unavoidable.
Even if they already knew everything, even if they were strong people, they would still cry at this moment.
They were about to separate, and they might never see each other again, forever …
Elwyn sniffled. He told himself to be strong, but when he was hugged by his mother, his tears flowed out uncontrollably and soaked his eyes.
He hurriedly bent down and hugged his mother, hugging her tightly.
When no one was looking, he wiped away the tears with the back of his hand.
In this situation, he should be the strongest.
Elwyn knew that after today, he would be Hermione's only support.
They were about to embark on that dangerous journey. If he was weak, it would only increase the pressure on Hermione.
"Take care of yourself when you're out there, I …" Mrs. Mason choked.
"I will, Mom, you take care of yourself too," Elwyn whispered in her ear. "It won't be long. Hermione and I will come to find you."
"Take care, son. We'll wait for you to come to China to find us."
Mr. Mason also walked over and patted Elwyn's shoulder.
"Okay!" Elwyn nodded solemnly.
Then, Mr. Granger came over to say goodbye. Finally, Mrs. Granger, who was holding Hermione's hand, slowly placed Hermione's little hand in Elwyn's. This scene was like a mother placing her daughter's hand in the groom's at a church wedding …
The simple action seemed to have become some kind of ritual at this moment.
Sacred, solemn, and extraordinary.
Everyone watched, gave their blessings, and bore silent witness.
Hermione's eyes were red, but she was no longer crying. She obediently let Mrs. Granger place her hand in Elwyn's. Then, she let Elwyn hold her hand tightly, feeling the warmth of each other's palms. This seemed to be the only warmth in the world at this moment. The warmth of the palms represented the warmth of the hearts. The two of them leaned against each other.
"Elwyn, promise me that you will take good care of Hermione!" Mrs. Granger said.
"Don't worry. I will." Elwyn said. He knew that his words were a promise, a promise to Mr. and Mrs. Granger and Hermione, and also a promise to himself.
From now on, he would use his entire life to fulfill this promise.
In the sorrowful atmosphere, Elwyn and Hermione looked at their parents, then took out their wands and pointed it at them. They chanted a spell at the same time, and a blue light flashed in the room …
Goodbye, I hope we can meet again one day!
… …
Under the influence of these strange emotions, Harry did not know why he felt like crying.
He felt very strange. He should be happy to leave the Dursleys forever.
This meant that he would no longer have to endure their torture.
From now on, he could live with Sirius and Ginny. He could do whatever he wanted without fear, just like a wizard should.
God knew how much Harry had wanted this day for the past 16 years.
Just then, the doorbell downstairs rang.
Harry hesitated for a moment, then left the room and went downstairs. He told himself that he was not going to say goodbye to the Dursleys. He was just here to make sure that nothing else happened. It was unrealistic to expect Hester and Dedalus to deal with the Dursleys alone.
"Harry Potter!"
As soon as Harry opened the door, an excited voice screamed. A small man wearing a lavender top hat bowed deeply to him.
"It's an honor!"
"Thank you, Dedalus." Harry smiled awkwardly at the dark-haired Hester. "That's very kind of you. Erm, uh, they're here. My aunt, uncle and cousin …"
"Hello, Harry Potter's relatives!" Dedalus said cheerfully as he strode into the living room.
The Dursleys did not seem happy to be addressed this way, and Harry was worried that they would change their minds.
When Dudley saw the two wizards, he shrank back in fear towards his mother.
He must have recalled the time when he had a pig's tail.
"You've packed your things and are ready. That was great! The plan is simple, just like what Harry told you, "Dedalus said and took out a large pocket watch from his vest. Dedalus took out a huge pocket watch from his waistcoat and looked at it. "Let's go first. Harry will follow."
"It's dangerous to use magic in your house. Harry is underage, and this will give the Ministry of Magic an excuse to arrest him. We'll drive the car out of here. Let's put it this way. Ten miles or so. Then we'll Apparate to the safe place we've chosen for you." He asked Uncle Vernon politely. "You can drive, I suppose?"
"Yes, of course I can damn well drive!" growled Uncle Vernon.
"You're so clever, sir. So clever. I was completely confused by all those buttons and knobs," Dedalus said. "I can tell you're an old driver just by looking at you. That's amazing …"
He obviously thought he was complimenting Vernon Dursley, who was losing confidence in the plan with every word Dedalus said.
Old driver, what the hell was this comically dressed man talking about?
"You can't even drive a car …" he muttered, his beard trembling with anger. Fortunately, Dedalus and Hester did not seem to hear him.
"You, Harry!" Dedalus went on. "There's been a small change in the arrangement of the guards waiting for you …"
"What did you say?" Harry said at once. "I thought Sirius said he and mad-eye were coming to reveal my followers?"
"No!" Hester said stiffly. "They'll explain."
The Dursleys listened to this conversation with puzzled faces. Suddenly, a voice screamed, "Hurry up!"
They jumped in fright. Harry looked around the living room and realized that the voice had come from Dedalus's pocket watch.
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