I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

The Dursley's house is really not small, which is very suitable for Vernon's status as a director of a company. In this day and age, the middle class British people who have not experienced the economics of a certain iron girl still have a little money.

The neighbors' houses were very similar to the Dursleys' houses, standing neatly one after another on the side of Privet Drive.

There were two heavy iron bars on the second floor window of the Dursley's house. Louis knew at a glance that Dobby was in trouble.

Maybe the timeline is a little different, today happens to be Harry's birthday...

Since Diana didn’t know where the glove on her right hand fell, she planned to stay in the car to look for the gloves and let Louis knock on the door first.

Louis knocked on the door politely, and after a while, the door opened, and what appeared in front of him was a tall and burly man, so fat that he almost had no neck. He has thick dark hair on his head, a big red face, and a big beard under his nose that can even compare with that of a loving father.

It must be Harry's uncle, Vernon Dursley.

Mr. Dursley's small eyes rolled around, then lowered his head and saw Louis.

Could it be Dudley's classmate? Why does he look familiar... Mr. Dursley thought in his mind. The young boy in front of him was obviously not someone of his class, both in his clothing and temperament.

"Hello, is this Vernon Dursley's home?" Louis bowed politely: "I'm sorry to disturb you at this time."

"Oh, oh, it's okay, it's okay." Mr. Dursley shook his fat hand. The appropriate language and elegant manners of the young man in front of him made him feel very comfortable communicating with this young man.

"Are you looking for Dudley, the young gentleman?" he asked.

"Um, sorry, please allow me to introduce myself. I am Harry Potter's classmate."

Louis was about to introduce himself, but unexpectedly when Mr. Dursley heard that he was "Harry Potter's classmate", his already red face suddenly turned purple.

He waved his thick arms and looked furious.

Dazzled by anger, he had completely forgotten the judgment he had just made against Louis.

"Ha... you are actually that weirdo's classmate. It seems that you are also the kind of weirdo who does acrobatic tricks, right?" Mr. Dursley's words were extremely mean. He narrowed his green eyes and looked angry. Like a hippopotamus bitten on the butt by a crocodile: "I will not allow any little freak to enter this house and have any communication with that little beast! Never!"

"Even if you let your weird old crazy principal come here in person, I won't let that little beast step out of this room! Let alone you! I will never let you see him! Never!"

"You know better, get out of here quickly, or I'm going to call the police!" After Mr. Dursley said these threatening words, he slammed the door shut.

Inside the room, Aunt Petunia asked, "What's wrong Vernon, who is that outside?"

"It's that little beast's freaky classmate!" Mr. Dursley gasped, like an angry bull.

"Dad, I just said it was a problem for him to stay at home. You see, freaks are always attracted to each other." Dudley also added fuel to the fire.

"That little beast ruined my important order! How could Mrs. Mason's husband still take care of my business after being insulted like this! It's all his fault! Damn it..." Mr. Dursley was still angry: "No matter what his weirdo little classmate says, he will never see that little beast again! I said so!"

The knock on the door sounded again.

"Ignore him!" Mr. Dursley waved his hand and continued to eat the grapefruit cut by Aunt Petunia.

"Let me go and have a look." Aunt Petunia was worried. She knew that the little wizard was not allowed to cast magic outside at will, but what if the other party took the risk?

She stood up, walked to the door and opened it.

What appeared in front of her was not the "little freak" that Mr. Dursley just mentioned, but a tall, graceful and elegant woman.

She recognized the other party's identity almost instantly——

How could you not know him? Watch it on TV every day.

"Dear, dang, dang... Your Highness, why are you here?" Aunt Petunia asked stammering. This thing is really shocking. Who would have thought that such a high-ranking figure would actually show up? In front of their house?

It is true that today's Daiying is a constitutional monarchy society, but even if you don't have that level of identity, think about it, one day Michael Jackson or Messi Ronaldo suddenly appears in front of your house, how would you react?

What's more, these three commentators are still a bit lower than Princess Diana...especially for those who lead the British.

"Hello, Ms. Dursley." Diana stretched out her hand: "Introduce yourself, I am Diana Spencer. I am sorry that my brother is not polite and has angered your husband. I hope you will not blame him. "

Aunt Petunia was so excited that her whole body shivered. She wiped her hands inappropriately on the apron in front of her, and then took hold of Diana's stretched out hand: "How could that be? Your Highness, it is our honor to have you come to our home." .”

At this time, Mr. Dursley also walked out of the kitchen, shouting as he walked: "Petunia! Petunia! What happened? Did that little freak do his juggling tricks? Damn it, they should be allowed to do that Kick him out of juggling school!”

As he was yelling, he looked up and saw Penny looking at him with an embarrassed and frightened expression. Looking further to the side, he saw Diana's soft face.

He hiccupped, almost suffocating himself to death.

"Your Highness..." We are indeed a family. As the saying goes, a family does not belong to the same family. He even believed that Batu and Petunia were of the same family.

"This is Mr. Dursley." Diana's smile was still soft, but her words were sharp: "I hope the little freak you are talking about is not my baby brother."

"Ha... you misunderstood... you misunderstood..." Mr. Dursley wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with his sleeve: "Please come in, please come in. I was talking about my wife's useless nephew..."

At this time, Louis also appeared in front of Mr. Dursley.

"You seemed a little anxious just now, Mr. Dursley." Louis bowed gracefully: "I haven't finished introducing myself just now...I am Louis Mountbatten, Harry's classmate."

Mr. Dursley's heart throbbed.

This name can be said to be known to everyone from Ireland to Khitan... and the owner of this name passed his name to his favorite grandson.

It must be that guy, right?

Mr. Dursley really hated his quick mouth just now. If possible, he wished he could go back in time and shoot himself.

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