July 29th.
The weather on Sunday morning was as bright as yesterday. The dazzling sunshine shone on the clean and tidy road of Privet Drive, and the rows of brightly colored flowers in the carefully tended private gardens on both sides of the road greeted it. The breeze swayed the figures slightly, vying for beauty.
The air in the room was a bit stuffy. Harry kicked everything related to the Potions homework out of the bed with a bang, and turned over to face the bird cage hanging on the window grille, feeling extremely irritable.
Every year in the past, Harry would always feel very irritable at this time. The reason is very understandable, because the last day of July is his birthday, but his uncle and aunt obviously would not Thoughtful enough to throw a birthday party for him, the only way they might celebrate his birthday is to let him do less housework on that day.
But on the eve of his birthday this year, the reason for his irritability was a little different.
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A sudden strange noise coming from the street outside the window made Harry, who had drooped eyelids, stand up suddenly. He jumped up to the window, and when he saw the movement, it was a car. After the garbage truck collected the trash cans on the roadside, Harry showed a disappointed expression and sat back on the edge of the bed slumped.
"Are you sure you gave him the letter?"
After traveling for several days, Hedwig, who was seriously injured, was resting in the birdcage when she heard Harry He trembled his eyelids, cooed a few times in dissatisfaction, and then hid his head under the wing on the other side and continued to rest.
After letting out a heavy sigh, Harry stared blankly at the lights and shadows on the white wall. He didn't notice at all. Just half a minute after he withdrew his gaze, a slight explosion appeared. Privet Drive
Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey
Amosta, dressed as a Muggle, suddenly appeared on the street of Privet Drive with a wand in hand. , the first moment he appeared, he scanned the surroundings with vigilant eyes to confirm whether there was any Muggle. When he confirmed that no one was around, he breathed a sigh of relief, put the wand in his pocket, and said, He looked at the surrounding scenery with interest.
No. 7 Privet Drive
A few steps away, a bronze sign in front of a house told Amosta his exact location. He glanced in front and behind him. Finally, he confirmed the location of No. 4 Privet Drive mentioned in the letter, and walked there at a leisurely pace.
Standing in front of the house at No. 4 Privet Drive, Amosta did not rush through the garden and knock on the door. Instead, he stood on the street and looked at the blooming roses and agapanthus in the garden. Bathed in the golden sunshine and smelling the rich fragrance of flowers in the air, after a while, Amosta confirmed that he had completely calmed down before knocking on the door with a smile.
Beep, beep, beep
Ten seconds after the soothing knock on the door, there were rapid footsteps in the house, and Amosta took a step back. , waiting quietly for someone to open the door.
The woman who opened the door was very worriedShe was thin, but her height was outstanding. In addition, her long and gloomy face also impressed Amosta.
"I'm sorry to disturb you while making breakfast, ma'am"
Amosta glanced at the steaming shovel in Aunt Petunia's hand, nodded with a polite smile,
"But Harry Potter, who lives in this house, wrote me a letter, told me some of the situation, and asked me to come and visit, so oh, of course, if you I hope it will be okay if I change the time."
The air fell into silence. Aunt Petunia looked at the young man five feet away from her. Her eyes turned from confusion to dullness, and then from dullness to horror. Finally, Before Amosta couldn't help but greet him again, he let out a horrified scream,
"Come and see, Vernon, I must have seen a ghost"
>Looking at Aunt Petunia who was almost crawling into the house, Amosta raised his eyebrows. He didn’t seem too surprised. In fact, when he saw the letter from Potter, When he mentioned that his uncle was an old employee of the drilling rig company, he had already anticipated that a similar situation might happen.
"So"
Amosta tilted his head and looked at the bustling living room,
"Can I pretend to have accepted your enthusiasm? Invite me into the room."
In the kitchen, the dining table had been overturned, and the Dursley family huddled in the corner, watching the young man who walked in, trembling and silent.
“Oh, my God”
Standing in the living room, looking at Porter coming down the stairs in a leap, Amosta showed a surprised expression. ,
"It's only been four months since I last saw you, Potter, and you've grown so much. Could it be that you secretly drank a height-enhancing drug?"
"Professor Blaine "
The panting Harry looked at Professor Blaine, who was almost the same as in the image except for his clothes. The trembling voice showed excitement and excitement,
"Are you really? Come on, I mean, I thought Hedwig had lost the letter I wrote, or maybe it was the wrong person."
"Haha, your owl is very clever, Potter. ”
Amosta said with a smile. He moved his eyes towards the messy kitchen and snapped his fingers. Then, the collapsed dining table began to creak and twist slowly. The bacon and fried eggs scattered on the ground quickly spun around and bounced away the dust, then threw themselves back into the restored dinner plate. When everything returned to its original state, Amosta looked at it with a slight apology. The Dursleys were so frightened that they climbed onto the kitchen counter.
"Sorry, guys, I seem to have frightened you a little bit."
"Boy, boy, you, you It's really cured."
Uncle Vernon's little eyes bulged out of their sockets, and he stared at Harry as if he were meeting him for the first time in his life.
Although I have a lot to say to Professor Blaine, DeThe sight of the Sly family still made Harry laugh. He looked at Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, who were trembling on the kitchen table with ghostly expressions on their faces, and Darius, who was hiding behind them and covering his buttocks. Harry suddenly became playful, so he said in a nonchalant tone, "Yes, I found someone to cure him." Harry nodded and said, "This is what I promised you. ."
"You are really Mr. Blaine"
Uncle Vernon said gruffly.
"This is a young man, Vernon"
Aunt Petunia, who was obviously more astute, buried her face in Uncle Vernon's broad arm and whispered a reminder.
"He knows their stuff"
Dudley also muttered quietly behind Uncle Vernon.
"Come down first, three of you"
Amosta glanced at Harry and then looked at the Dursleys with a smile,
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