Hogwarts: Jade, stop controlling Harry!

Dumbledore attracted a lot of attention as soon as he appeared at the zoo.

As if timed perfectly, the Minister of Magic, Fudge, finally arrived the very next second after Dumbledore appeared.

Xiaoyu's running away from home this time has really blown things up.

"Dumbledore, you've finally arrived." Fudge's eyes flashed with a complex emotion the moment he saw Dumbledore, but he quickly composed himself, smiled, and stepped forward to greet him.

"Minister, it's been a long time." Dumbledore nodded slightly, a gentle smile on his face.

As he spoke, Dumbledore turned and looked around, saying softly, "I don't think it's necessary to make such a big fuss, do I?"

Upon hearing this, Fudge shifted his shoulders awkwardly before coughing and saying, "That's to be expected, after all, he's the boy who defeated the Dark Lord. I mean... this incident couldn't have been... done by those people, could it?"

At this point, Fudge's tone became a little tense, and his eyes were full of worry.

Dumbledore raised his hand and gently patted Fudge's shoulder, comforting him, "Relax, Minister. I don't believe it was the Death Eaters. If it were them, they wouldn't have left any survivors."

Upon hearing this, Fudge's expression visibly softened; not hearing the worst answer made him feel much better.

But Fudge followed up with, "But why would that boy do something like that? I mean, could he have been kidnapped?"

Dumbledore didn't answer this time. He still held his chin high and looked at the group of Muggles, as if searching for someone.

Dumbledore quickly found his target.

"I think we should ask someone who knows about this first."

"Someone in the know? Who?" Fudge asked, puzzled.

Dumbledore had already strode towards the crowd.

The terrified Muggles quickly made way for them. The adults wore expressions of fear and apprehension, while the children's eyes remained innocent and curious.

Fudge followed Dumbledore with long strides, and to be honest, he didn't look too good, even a little dissatisfied.

When Dumbledore suddenly stopped, Fudge almost bumped into him again, but luckily he stopped in time.

At this point, Fudge's expression was not good.

Dumbledore ignored Fudge's expression and looked down at the family squatting on the ground in front of him, holding their still half-wet child.

"Penny, I'd like to talk to you," Dumbledore said.

The woman on the ground, who was tightly holding her son, trembled and instinctively tried to stand up.

But her son grabbed her.

"Mom, where are you going?" Dali asked innocently.

This question seemed to trigger something, and Penny immediately became agitated.

"Oh my god, Dudley, don't worry, Mom will be back soon. What's all this happening!"

Vernon Dursley, standing to the side, looked at the towering Dumbledore in front of him and Fudge behind him, and his initial confusion turned into wariness.

"Who are you people! What do you want to do to my wife!" Mr. Vernon's anger had clearly reached its peak.

He stood up, wanting to protect his family.

He boldly issued a warning to both the nominal and actual number one in the magic world.

"I've had enough! I'm calling the police! You'll all be going to jail!"

Seeing that a Muggle dared to yell at the Minister and Dumbledore, the surrounding Aurors all rushed over.

But Dumbledore raised his hand to stop him.

"Calm down, Vernon. I mean no harm to your wife and children. You can ask your wife; I think she'll tell you I'm not a bad person." Dumbledore's tone was gentle and calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.

Vernon Dursley frowned, about to retort.

He'd had enough. He'd had enough of a freak living in his house and having to support him for nothing. He'd had enough of all the messy things that were happening in his life.

He didn't care about Harry's identity, nor did he care about the identity of the old man in front of him; he just wanted to live peacefully with his family.

Penny, who had been emotionally agitated moments before, had calmed down somewhat. She stood up, pulling away from Dudley's grasp, and said, "Dumbledore... I want to take my husband and my son with me!"

"Of course," Dumbledore said with a smile.

Fudge seized the opportunity to interject, "Ladies and gentlemen, I am Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic. Rest assured, we will ensure your safety."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Vernon snorted loudly, as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

I doubt he meant to say thank you.

"I want to ask what happened today? Why did the child leave here quietly?"

The group walked to the side, and Dumbledore slowly spoke, his wise eyes fixed on Penny's somewhat unnatural face.

"I don't know," Penny shook her head.

"I don't know what you're saying? That child lives in your house," Fudge interjected again, instinctively adopting an official tone.

But these words angered Mr. Vernon once again, and he waved his hands and spoke fiercely.

"That kid lives in our house! But no one told us that his disappearance would cause such a commotion."

"And you were the ones who dumped him on us, never asking for our opinion, and not even offering a single penny in child support!"

This barrage of retorts left Fudge somewhat embarrassed. He had to raise his hand, pretend to rub his nose, and then speak dryly.

"Is that so? I don't know much about this. It seems like this was handled by Dumbledore..."

Dumbledore gave Fudge a slightly reproachful look, then raised his hand and pressed down, "Calm down, I'm not questioning your contributions or the sacrifices you've made."

Mr. Vernon was clearly afraid of Dumbledore; he grunted twice before shutting his mouth.

Only then did Dudley seem to realize something, and asked blankly, "You mean all of you are here to see Harry?"

As he spoke, Dali looked around with a hint of envy in his eyes.

He was clearly shocked that so many people had come looking for his cousin.

Dumbledore looked directly at Petunia and said, "I remember telling you to keep a close eye on that child and not let him out of your sight."

Petunia's face was grim. "You'll have to ask Harry. He just locked Dudley in that shabby cubicle downstairs today..."

"He's just like his father, so rude! I don't know what happened to him, he seems to have changed."

Dumbledore astutely caught Penny's last words.

"Changed? What kind of change? For better or worse?"

Hearing this, Penny shifted uncomfortably and said irritably, "If there's any change, it's probably that I've always tried to teach him well, but he's become worse, more like..."

"More like what? Petunia, please elaborate," Dumbledore asked patiently.

"...Just like people like you, and my disobedient sister who's broken ties with our parents!" Penny finally said, her voice tinged with frustration.

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore's sharp gaze relaxed slightly.

Just then, Scrimgeour, the Auror's office director, walked over, stopped, and said...

"Minister, Headmaster Dumbledore, if possible, we are prepared to begin mitigating the effects of this..."