HP : The Frail-Looking, Iron-Fisted Beauty of Harry Potter

After saying this, Harry was so tense he seemed on the verge of collapse, gasping for air.

But he still looked at the Dursleys with a determined gaze, especially at Vernon.

Vernon was the head of the house and the one who would fly into a rage and hit him.

Harry was naturally afraid of a furious Vernon, but he was a born Gryffindor. How could he shrink back just because of fear?

Dolly could only give Harry a secret thumbs-up. This guy was seriously brave.

Although it was far more effective for Harry to say this than for Dolly to, it had a much greater impact.

After all, Dolly could only frame it as a joke or a child's idea, otherwise it would seem too absurd.

But for Harry to say such a thing, it instantly severed the relationship between the two families and turned Vernon and Petunia's care for Harry into a simple transaction.

This was actually very hurtful.

After all, while Petunia and Vernon might not truly love Harry, could they have raised a child from infancy without developing a single shred of affection?

At least, Petunia wasn't like that.

When Harry faced a true life-or-death crisis, the feelings in Petunia's heart nearly broke through the walls she had built.

Walls made of jealousy for her sister, dislike for Harry, and years of pretending to be normal.

She had wanted to wish Harry good luck, but in the end, she couldn't do it.

After all, at that time, the Dursley family themselves had become targets of the Death Eaters. If they were caught, they could be tortured for Harry's whereabouts.

Sure enough, Dolly secretly watched Petunia and saw that her hand was trembling.

She kept clutching the tablecloth, trying to hide the turmoil in her heart, but in the end, she pulled on it so hard that the plates on the table rattled.

That sound was like a starting gun, sending Vernon into a rage once more.

"How dare you say such a thing, you little beast!"

"We raised you for so many years, and it wasn't for money!"

"What money do you have? You don't have a single penny, your parents had no money, and you'll never have any money!"

"What do you take us for? Child traffickers?!"

Vernon roared and was about to charge at Harry. Harry instinctively wanted to run.

But Dolly couldn't let that happen. It was she who had orchestrated all this.

Therefore, she had to keep the conversation going; she couldn't let it devolve into a farce.

"Harry, how much money can you give me in the future!"

Dolly stood right up on her chair and yelled.

Vernon's anger was forced to subside a little. He turned his head and squeezed out a smile for Dolly.

"Good girl, this isn't about money. It's about Harry insulting our family!"

Vernon's original plan was to kick Harry out once he came of age, and then they would never see each other again.

That way, he would have fulfilled his duty of raising Harry, and Petunia's sister could rest in peace.

As for any sort of repayment, it was enough if Harry didn't starve to death on the streets.

So Vernon felt that Harry should at least understand that the Dursleys had raised him and didn't owe him anything.

They could even be considered his benefactors, albeit imperfect ones.

But Harry's current behavior told Vernon that Harry only felt resentment and disgust for this family, and even wanted to use money to settle the score of his upbringing.

In his eyes, his adoptive parents were just thieves who had taken him in to inherit his parents' estate.

What was this if not a deep insult to his and his wife's character?

However, Dolly knew very well that Harry absolutely wasn't thinking that far ahead.

Or rather, most of the time, Harry's method was to act first and think later.

As for the thinking part, wasn't that what his external brain, Hermione, was for?

So Dolly couldn't let the furious Vernon act. She continued, "But Dad, if Harry is neither our relative nor our tenant, then what is he?"

"And you, Mum? Can you tell me? What is Harry in this family?"

Dolly passed the question to Petunia, making her flinch again.

Now Vernon couldn't be bothered with being angry and rushed to Petunia's side.

He even, for once, raised his voice at Dolly. "Dolly, don't torture your mother with such questions."

"You don't understand yet. Adult matters are complicated. It's not something that can be solved with a simple question of money!"

Dolly blinked, then her eyes went wide.

Vernon's sternness didn't anger her; after all, she had the soul of an adult.

However, Dolly knew exactly what kind of performance would de-escalate the situation.

So she closed her eyes, opened her mouth wide, and let out a wail.

The cry was earth-shattering. The crystal glasses in the room trembled.

Harry, in the distance, quickly covered his ears. Vernon looked shocked, then immediately regretful. He shouldn't have been so harsh with his daughter.

Harry didn't understand anything, but didn't his daughter also not understand?

It was all just the unfiltered talk of a child, and today was her birthday. He had actually made his daughter cry.

Coupled with his already weeping wife, he was a complete failure as the head of the family today.

So Vernon began to coax Dolly while comforting Petunia.

With his attention divided, he naturally couldn't bother with Harry.

This gave Harry time to calm down. He even wanted to turn and run.

But how could Dolly let him escape? She called out to him, "Harry, you said you'd pay rent! How much money can you give our family in the future?"

Vernon opened his mouth, wanting to say something else.

But looking at his teary-eyed daughter, he could only shut his mouth, his face red.

Fine, he thought. Childish talk, it's just childish talk.

"Er... I don't know."

Harry, having been called out, was at a loss. He thought for a few seconds before saying, "A thousand pounds?"

Harry had never had any pocket money in his life. To him, a thousand pounds was a huge sum.

Vernon was clearly angered again.

If their efforts were truly to be measured in pounds, a thousand pounds was a pure insult.

"Not bad."

But Dolly cut in again. "A thousand pounds a month is quite a sum, isn't it, Dad?"

Vernon was stunned. Did Harry say a thousand pounds a month?

That was indeed a lot.

Although his own annual income exceeded fifty thousand pounds, his take-home pay was only about forty thousand.

For Harry to give them a thousand pounds a month was almost equivalent to a third of his own income.

Considering Harry's own expenses, Harry's salary would have to be at least half of his. In Vernon's view, this was almost impossible.

He even frowned, wanting to tell Harry not to make empty promises; he couldn't earn that much money.

"Then it's settled. After you find a job, you'll give us a thousand pounds a month."

"From today on, you are the Dursleys' tenant, Harry."

Harry's jaw dropped, his forehead covered in question marks.

Was he really the Dursleys' tenant?

Was this a downgrade or an upgrade?

Also, he had meant a thousand pounds in total. How did it become a thousand pounds every month?

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