Hogwarts Homecoming

"Why should I take this down?"

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 decision.

The reason why he is so tired is not because today is the day of general cleaning, nor is it because he has been busy all day in the garden, mowing the lawn, pouring manure on the delicate flowers in the flower beds enclosed by the fence, in fact, Desi The Li family did not arrange any housework for him.

It was because, since the breakfast meeting had been finalized, they had given him urgent training in case something went wrong when Harry visited Blaine Manor tomorrow.

From walking manners, smiling expressions, greeting tone to dining etiquette, they tirelessly and chattered about all kinds of details to him, the degree of which is as boring as the history of magic course taught by the only ghost in Hogwarts .

The light in the bedroom was off, but the downstairs living room was still brightly lit, and rustling noises could be heard from time to time. It was Aunt Petunia urgently helping Harry make a decent dress—before going to bed , They discovered that Harry didn't seem to have a decent-looking dress that was suitable for visiting those high-class people.

It was late at night, the shopping malls were closed, and it was obviously too late to go out and buy one. After a lot of fuss, for the future of my husband and the prosperous life of my family, my mind suddenly became much more flexible. Aunt Petunia suddenly remembered the dress they prepared for Dudley during the last summer vacation to entertain the builders Mason and his wife.

The brand-new dress Dudley had only worn once and never worn again, because at the rate Dudley was growing in size, he rarely had clothes that lasted two years.

Now Aunt Petunia had only to cut and mend that dress, and from that material she could make two or three dresses for Harry.

"Why should I take this down!"

Harry, who buried his head in the quilt, hammered the bed and said angrily, but in fact, he himself knew the reason.

Not only because this is an excellent opportunity to get back his magic book and broomstick, but also because he hopes to give the Dursleys an education.

The Dursleys have always treated magic with the most contempt. They have always called magic a trick to fool people. Harry is extremely annoyed by this, but there is nothing he can do about it. But the appearance of this incident made Harry see an opportunity. If I can really help, then the Dursleys may be able to face up to the magic of magic a little bit.

In this way, before he graduated from Hogwarts, the few summer vacations he would go through might be a little better than now.

Thinking of this, Harry fell into a deep sleep with the sound of mechanical cutting.

"I hope you all understand the importance of visiting today!"

Early the next morning, when the golden sun was still a little cold, everyone in the house gathered in the living room to listen to the speech of the male owner of the house.

"At this time last year, if I could have made that order, then we should have been living in a luxury villa in Majorca by now, but due to some accidents, we lost that great opportunity to change our destiny! "

Putting on a dress for the first time in his life, Harry, who felt that something was wrong with him, lowered his head. He knew exactly what Uncle Vernon was talking about, but it couldn't be his fault. Who would have thought that Dobby would happen to be at that time To show up at the house and throw a whole cake over the heads of that Muggle couple in order to prevent him from going back to Hogwarts?

It could be seen that visiting this Mr. Blaine made the Dursleys nervous. Driving the new car to the Blaine Manor in London's affluent Mayfair district, there was an oppressive silence in the car. Even Dudley was constantly adjusting the fancy patterned cravat around his invisible neck.

Harry, who was firmly squeezed by Dudley to the door, was also affected by this atmosphere, and became a little nervous. He tried his best to recall in his mind how Madam Pomfrey asked him every time he was admitted to the school hospital. What's wrong with me.

Once you enter the Mayfair district of Westminster, it seems that even the sky turns 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 enviously and enviously at the large expanses of green grass on both sides of the road. The noble ladies were leading expensive dogs and talking and laughing comfortably on the grass without thinking about housework at all. This kind of life is exactly what she dreams of.

At the end of the spotless road, a luxurious manor with a vast area, pure white main body and golden decoration reflects dazzling brilliance in the sunlight.

In the center of the tidy lawn in front of the manor stands a huge fountain, which is as high as sixty feet high. Around the courtyard wall, there are neat rows of maple trees, and dozens of gardeners are climbing on those trees. I was busy pruning the overgrown branches and leaves of the maple tree.

"This is it—" said Uncle Vernon in a low voice.

Dudley looked at all this greedily, his fat face was distorted against the car window, but Harry was not interested. Indeed, this manor was considered the most luxurious among the houses he had seen, but In his heart, the gray Hogwarts Castle is the paradise in his heart.

"I'm Vernon Dursley, visiting Mr. Blaine, we have an appointment--"

Looking at the stern-looking guard in front of the big iron gate, Harry suddenly had the urge to laugh. To be honest, he had never seen Uncle Vernon talk to anyone with such an attitude. talk!

Because foreign vehicles were not allowed to enter the manor, Harry had no choice but to walk towards the manor with the Dursleys holding flowers and fruit baskets.

As he walked along the straight road paved with cobblestones, his cousin Dudley nervously pinched his dribbling eyes and kept turning them, but he didn't dare to ask a word. Obviously, he knew that this place was not a place where he could go. Let him act like a baby and show his personality.

Maybe it's because the owner of the manor is seriously ill, the closer you get to the manor, the more solemn the air becomes, and even the manor staff who pass by them have quite serious expressions on their faces when they bend over their luggage. dignified expression.

Through all this, Harry probably understands that the current health condition of the owner of the manor is probably very bad.

"Ah, Mr. Lawrence—"

Uncle Vernon, whose red face was dripping with sweat, suddenly cried out in surprise. He left behind Aunt Petunia who was walking stiffly, and looked at a thin figure with shiny oily hair and two small twitches standing above his lips. Beard, wearing a suit without a single wrinkle, he looked quite old and walked.

"That's Mr. Blaine's butler,"

Aunt Petunia tilted her head slightly and reminded in a low voice,

"In the past two years, he has often conveyed Mr. Blaine's instructions, and he is very trusted. Remember to respect him, especially you!"

Of course Harry knew who the "you" in Aunt Petunia's reminder was referring to. He took a look at the butler, and for some reason, he suddenly remembered Filch, the very unpopular castle administrator at Hogwarts. .

"Maybe he's both doing similar jobs—"

Harry, who forced a smile at Lawrence, thought to himself.