Hogwarts Homecoming

The interior decoration of the house is worthy of its magnificent and luxurious appearance. Every piece of mahogany floor in the spacious living room is as clean as new, as if it has been wiped with stain remover polish. A large lamp made of thousands of pure crystals Chandeliers hang from the fifty-foot ceiling, shining brightly in the sunlight that pours into the room.

Lawrence, the butler of the manor, led the trembling Dursleys to the right of the living room, rounded a few bends, and stood in front of an elevator hall.

Vertical elevators are generally only found in Muggle shopping malls and high-rise office buildings. Even Harry was surprised that there was an elevator in this building. It seems that Uncle Vernon’s boss is indeed a Very rich guy.

"Sorry, Vernon—"

The elevator stopped on the third floor with a ding, and when they walked out of the elevator car, Lawrence, the manor butler, turned his head to look at the Dursleys who only knew how to smile flatteringly, and said apologetically,

"Mr. Blaine is currently undergoing treatment. According to the doctor's instructions, he will not be able to see you until about two hours later. Can you please wait in the living room for a while?"

"Of course, Mr. Lawrence!"

Uncle Vernon nodded again and again, "Everything is under your arrangement!"

When several young maids served them tea and closed the door of the living room, there was the sound of exhaling in unison in the elegantly decorated living room. Uncle Vernon, who had been bulging for a long time, Too tired, and directly collapsed on the soft sofa.

"What a fine house, Vernon!"

Aunt Petunia's voice was trembling with excitement,

"I dare say, if Evan knew that I had been a guest in such a gorgeous manor, she would be so envious."

Harry raised his eyelids. Evan was a good friend of Aunt Petunia, and both of them loved to gossip about the neighbors.

"Mr. Blaine inherited the manor and the drilling rig company from his father—" Uncle Vernon said to Aunt Petunia and Dudley, "he was only in his early twenties at that time, and everyone looked down on him , thinking that he would mess up the company that was not in good condition, but who would have thought that he would bring the company out of the quagmire with his ingenuity and diligence--"

In fact, Uncle Vernon had said these things countless times at home, even Harry himself was familiar with them, but Uncle Vernon always said it to everyone again and again tirelessly.

"That's admirable—how did I behave, Mom and Dad?"

Dudley stood up and tried to smooth out the creases on his stomach, but after a few tries, he knew he was wasting his efforts, so he looked up at his parents with a disgusting smile.

"Brilliant, my darling!"

Aunt Petunia immediately stood up and put her arm around Dudley's, tears welling in her proud eyes.

"There is no disrespect at all, a standard little gentleman!"

"The father who has seen big scenes like him has the same guts!"

Uncle Vernon giggled too.

Dudley shook his chin proudly. He looked at Harry who was sitting there with a blank expression on his face. Suddenly, a malicious light appeared in his small eyes.

"Oh, but I think it looks like one of us here has been freaked out, hasn't he?"

"Even if you are scared stupid, I won't do that!"

Harry, who immediately understood who Dudley was talking about, said very annoyed. He saw that the Dursleys seemed to be about to reprimand him again, so he said in a fast tone first,

"Yesterday, you told me many times, without your permission, you are not allowed to walk around casually, and you are not allowed to say a word!"

"Okay, kid, you still have a little memory!" Uncle Vernon murmured, suffocating, but then his tone became domineering again,

"When you see Mr. Blaine later, you should know what you are doing, right?"

"Know."

Harry said sullenly, "Observe Mr. Blaine's physical condition carefully. When you ask Mr. Blaine's physical condition in a clever way, prick your ears so that you don't miss a word."

"very good."

Uncle Vernon gulped down the black tea in the exquisite cup, nodded in satisfaction,

"When the meeting is over, I will tell Mr. Blaine's butler that we have a friend who is very good at dealing with this disease. Everyone knows that having this disease is a dead end, but Lawrence has nothing to do now. As long as you tell him He promises to come up with some way to restore Mr. Blaine's spirits, and he is willing to persuade Mr. Blaine to try!"

When he heard Uncle Vernon's specific request yesterday, the first thing that popped into Harry's mind was refreshing potion. It was safe and had no side effects, and it was very common in the wizarding world, and it was easy to buy. He also drank it himself. Been many times.

Harry believed that if he sent a letter to Ron, he could easily help him get a big pot.

Of course, the biggest question is still whether it is a violation of the wizard's secrecy law to get wizard's potion and give it to unsuspecting Muggles, and is the plot serious?

On the way here, Harry was still thinking about these issues. According to his guess, this should not be a serious fault. Think about it, how many Muggle-born wizards are there in the wizarding world now, and those wizards all have As Muggle family members, what should their family members do if they have some ailments that Muggle hospitals are not very good at treating? Most likely, they will use the power of magic.

There was one more thing that helped him not fear punishment and made up his mind to do this, and that was when the second year started, because Dobby closed platform nine and three quarters, making him and Ron miss the Hogwarts Express, helpless The two of them can only drive Mr. Weasley's magically modified car to Hogwarts——

You know, Ron's father, Mr. Weasley, is specialized in prohibiting wizards from doing anything wrong, but he took the lead in offending, which made Harry understand one thing, in the wizarding world, privately as well as publicly There may not be too many wizards who obey the rules.

"Oh, look at this picture, Petunia and Dudley!"

The waiting is always long and boring. The bored Uncle Vernon visited the commemorative photos hanging on the walls of the living room for a week. He stopped in front of a gray and white photo at the door, pointed to it and said,

"This is a photo of Mr. Blaine and everyone at the meeting when he just took over the company. He was so handsome at that meeting, and many girls in the company admired him... Ah, I was really skinny at that meeting, less than two hundred pounds! "

Yeah, only more than twice as heavy as me—

Looking at Uncle Vernon's fat body, Harry nodded with sympathy.

The Dursleys were full of photos of Dudley, but there were very few of them, and they were basically in his bedroom. Harry was absolutely forbidden to enter that place and Dudley's bedroom. In the years before going to Hogwarts, Aunt Petunia was in charge of even the cleaning of the two houses.

Looking at the three people talking fiercely in front of the photo, Harry, who was sitting obediently on the chair, couldn't help feeling a little curious.

Just when Harry was wondering if Uncle Vernon was really a little thinner than a whale when he was young, the door of the living room opened quietly, and the person who led them before was not young, but behaved the same The polite and kind-looking old butler reappeared, but there was a deep worry hanging between his brows.

"Mr. Blaine is very tired, Vernon, the meeting time should be kept within five minutes.

Uncle Vernon nodded and bowed his promise. After the old butler walked out of the living room first, he immediately turned his head and waved to Harry.

"Come here, kid, this place is huge, if you get lost, by the time the staff here find you, maybe you've already been air-dried!"

If possible, Harry really wanted to lead the Dursleys to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Wizardry, so that they would know what a magnificent castle is. He got up slowly, walked towards the door with a sullen face, passed When Uncle Vernon mentioned the photo earlier, he subconsciously glanced at it.

clang!

While everyone was staring back in astonishment, Harry opened his mouth, ignoring the blue swelling on his forehead, just staring blankly at the man standing among the crowd in the photo, and whispered incredulously,

"Professor Blaine?!"