"Why should I take this on?"
At ten o'clock in the evening, when Harry dragged his exhausted body, took off his glasses and fell on the bed, he deeply regretted his Decide.
The reason why he is so tired is not because today is a day of general cleaning, nor is it because he has been busy in the garden all day, mowing the lawn and splashing those delicate flowers in the fenced flower beds. Manure, in fact, the Dursleys had given him no chores.
It is because, since the matter was finalized at breakfast, in order to prevent Harry from going wrong when he visits Blaine Manor tomorrow, they have conducted urgent training for him.
From their walking manners, smiling expressions, tone of greetings to dining etiquette, they took the trouble to talk to him in various details, which was as boring as the only one in Hogwarts. A History of Magic course taught by a ghost.
The lights in the bedroom were turned off, but the lights in the living room downstairs were still bright, and there were rustling sounds from time to time. It was Aunt Petunia who was urgently helping Harry make a decent gift. Before going to bed, they discovered that Harry didn't seem to have a decent-looking dress suitable for visiting those high-class people.
It was late at night and all the shopping malls were closed. Now it was obviously too late to go out and buy something. After all the fuss, for the sake of her husband’s future and the family’s wealthy life, she decided to Aunt Petunia, whose head suddenly became many times more flexible, suddenly remembered the dress they had prepared for Dudley in order to entertain the builders Mason and his wife during the summer vacation last year.
Dudley only wore that brand new dress once and never wore it again, because with the speed at which Dudley's body was expanding, he rarely had clothes that could last two years.
Now, Aunt Petunia only needs to cut up the dress and sew and mend it, and she can use the fabric to make two or three dresses for Harry.
"Why should I take this on?"
Harry, who buried his head in the quilt and hammered the bed, said in annoyance, but in fact, he himself knew the reason.
Not only because this is a great opportunity to get back his magic book and broomstick, but also because he hopes to give the Dursley family an education.
The Dursleys have always treated magic with the most contemptuous attitude. They have always called magic a trick to fool people. Harry was extremely angry about this, but he had no choice but to do so. However, the emergence of this incident made Harry Leigh saw an opportunity. If he could really make a difference, the Dursleys might be able to take a look at the wonders of magic.
In this case, the few summer vacations he has to go through before he graduates from Hogwarts may be better than now.
With this thought, Harry fell into a deep sleep accompanied by the sound of mechanical cutting.
"I hope you can all understand the importance of today's visit"
Early the next morning, when the golden sunshine was still a little cold, this buildingEveryone in the house gathered in the living room to listen to the speech of the man of the house.
“At this time last year, if I could have made that order, we would have been living in a luxury villa in Majorca by now, but due to some accidents, we sadly lost that An excellent opportunity to change his destiny."
It was the first time in his life that he put on a dress, and Harry, who felt that something was wrong all over his body, lowered his head. He knew exactly what Uncle Vernon was talking about, but in fact You can't blame him. Who would have thought that Dobby would show up at home at that time, and in order to prevent him from returning to Hogwarts, he would throw a whole piece of cake on the head of the Muggle couple
It was obvious that the Dursleys were nervous about visiting Mr. Blaine. As they drove the new car to Blaine Manor in the affluent area of Mayfair, London, the car maintained an impressive atmosphere. In the oppressive silence, even Dudley was constantly adjusting the colorfully patterned bow tie tied around his invisible neck.
Harry, who was firmly squeezed by Dudley to the car door, was also affected by this atmosphere and became a little nervous. He tried his best to recall in his mind every time Pomfrey was admitted to the school hospital. How the lady always asked him about his problems.
As soon as you enter the Mayfair district of Westminster, even the sky seems to become bluer.
Compared with other residential areas in London, the population here is very sparse, and the fresh air is filled with the refreshing fragrance of roses.
Aunt Petunia opened the car window and stared at the large green grass on both sides of the road with envy and jealousy. She was holding the precious dogs and chatting and laughing on the grass without having to think about housework at all. noble ladies, and this kind of life is exactly what she dreams of.
At the end of the spotless road, a vast luxury manor with pure white and gold decorations reflects the dazzling brilliance in the sun.
In the center of the tidy lawn in front of the manor stands a huge fountain with water that is sixty feet high. Around the courtyard wall, there are neat rows of maple trees planted and dozens of gardeners. Climbing up and down those trees, busy pruning the overgrown maple leaves.
"This is it," Uncle Vernon said in a low voice.
Dudley looked at all this greedily, his fat face deformed against the car window, while Harry was not interested. Indeed, this manor was in the house he had seen. It can be considered the most luxurious, but in his heart, the gray Hogwarts Castle is his paradise.
"I am Vernon Dursley. I am here to visit Mr. Blaine. We have an appointment."
Harry looked at the stern-looking guard in front of the big iron gate. Uncle Vernon, whose voice was trembling, suddenly felt the urge to laugh. To be honest, he had never seen Uncle Vernon talking to anyone with such an attitude.
Because outside vehicles were not allowed to After being allowed to enter the manor, Harry had no choice but to walk towards the manor with the Dursleys holding flowers and fruit baskets.
GoAs they passed the straight road paved with warm stones, his cousin Dudley pinched his clothes and rolled his eyes nervously all the way, but did not dare to ask a word. Obviously, he knew that this was not a place where he could do anything he wanted. A place where he shows off his personality through coquettishness.
Perhaps it was because the owner of the manor was seriously ill. The closer they got to the manor, the more solemn the air became. Even the staff who were taking care of the manor passing by them were bending their luggage towards them. , their faces also had quite solemn expressions.
Through all this, Harry probably understood that the owner of the manor was probably in very bad health.
"Ah, Mr. Lawrence"
Uncle Vernon, whose face was red and covered with sweat, suddenly cried out in surprise. He left Aunt Petunia behind, who was walking stiffly, and walked towards the station. At the door, a lean man with shiny hair, a mustache above his lips, and a suit without any wrinkles, who seemed to be quite old, walked towards the door.
"That's Mr. Blaine's housekeeper,"
Aunt Petunia tilted her head slightly and reminded in a low voice,
"He has been the housekeeper for the past two years." Come and deliver Mr. Blaine's orders. You are highly trusted. Remember to treat him with respect, especially you."
Harry certainly knew who you were referring to in Aunt Petunia's reminder. He looked at that person. The butler glanced at him, and for some reason, he suddenly thought of Filch, the very unpopular castle administrator at Hogwarts.
"Maybe they both do similar jobs"
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