The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

Vernon straightened his collar and was about to meet Mr. Mason, so he had to be perfect.

This is a big list. If it can be done, the family will not have to worry about money for a long time.

After seeing Mr. Mason, Vernon would go to the sports store. What did Harry say his broom was for hitting?

Quidditch?

Although it sounds fancy, it seems to be similar to American football and must be well protected.

Happy days always passed quickly, and the sun was already setting before we knew it. After Harry's chubby uncle finished calling home, he also squeezed into the car unsteadily.

Well, it seems that the space is a little larger than before. The potion Harry brought is really effective, and the fat on his stomach has subsided a lot in the past week or so.

Vernon hummed an old song softly. For ten years, his mood had never been so relaxed as recently.

There was a large and beautifully wrapped box in the trunk, which was a gift from Harry, but Vernon thought it would be more meaningful to give it out on his nephew's birthday in a few days.

Mr Dursley spoke to his wife about it yesterday and the two were hesitating about throwing Harry a party.

Although the attitude towards magic has eased, a bunch of "weirds" are suddenly invited to visit the house, and they feel that their psychology still needs to be rebuilt.

Yes, although they no longer reject magic as before, wizards are still a bunch of weirdos in their hearts.

The formation of this impression has something to do with Severus Snape, James Potter and Rubeus Hagrid.

Fortunately, the couple didn't know how many of them could be regarded as Dumbledore's generals, otherwise the white wizard who had never met would be classified as the head of the mental hospital.

And invite acquaintances to celebrate Harry...

Looking at the red light on the opposite side, Vernon rubbed his fat face, which was thinner than before.

Damn St. Bruce Security Center School for Juvenile Offenders, I must have had my brain cramped to think of such an unreliable excuse.

4 Privet Drive.

Although Petunia has been married to Vernon for more than ten years, they haven't reached the point where they have a sympathetic heart. They don't know her husband's distress now, but this does not prevent her from preparing for Mr. Dursley's return home.

"Harry, Dudley~" Putting down the phone, Petunia called to the two children who were still playing.

"Mom (aunt)."

"Vernon will be back soon, tidy up the inner hall, go back upstairs and tidy up, hurry up." Petunia looked at her watch, her husband would be back for a while, but she knew that the two children would play games What kind of virtue is it, half an hour's allowance is a bit tight for them.

"Wait a minute, mom, give me 5 minutes, no, 3 minutes, we are going to clear the level soon."

Sure enough, Dali, who heard the call, pushed his cousin down, and shouted to his mother without looking back, and the villain on the screen rushed towards Grand Duke Garibaldi in a daze.

"Okay, but remember that you only have 5 minutes, and I'll turn off the TV when the time is up." Penny said firmly, but in fact, at least 25 minutes were left for the children.

Anyway, the evening is just an ordinary family dinner, and the atmosphere at home has rarely been so cheerful in so many years, so let them go.

However, unexpectedly, the two brothers, who used to be so fleshy while playing, were surprisingly efficient today. After three and a half minutes, they stood up with dark faces and began to clean up the inner hall.

After tidying up, the two looked at each other in distaste for a few seconds, then snorted coldly and walked towards their respective rooms.

Cut, it was just yelled at by my mother (aunt), and I was so panicked that I couldn't even operate it, but I insisted on taking all the damage from the little golden man, and ended up completely wiped out.

Recalling the last BOOS battle, the two complained in their hearts.

Harry had just stepped into the bedroom when Hedwig flew onto his shoulder with fluttering wings.

"Good boy." Harry rubbed the snowy owl's soft head, looked at the sky and opened a window beside him.

"Shhh, don't go out yet, wait until it gets darker, I'll go downstairs first, and you go play by yourself." Harry opened a box of canned cat food and put it on the table. Give him some snacks, and the little fat man asked his aunt a lot of these things.

Sure enough, the owl only has one more pair of wings than the cat. This small can that can make Tom's mouth water also conquered Hedwig's body and mind.

Ok?

Harry looked suspiciously at the lawn downstairs, and there was a square thing lying quietly on the blades of grass. It looked like an...envelope?

And it looks very simple, similar to the admission notice I received last year.

Putting Hedwig on the table to enjoy the small can, Harry quickly ran down.

"Harry, what are you going to do? We'll have dinner soon when Vernon comes back." Hearing the sound of footsteps heading towards the door, Petunia leaned out of the kitchen halfway in her apron and shouted.

"I'll pick him up at the door and help my uncle carry things." Harry replied hastily, and walked out.

"This child." Petunia murmured softly, retracting her body, and then the clinking of the spatula seemed to be a little lighter.

After going out, Harry ran straight over and picked up the envelope. Just looking at the address, he knew it was from the wizarding world.

【Received by Mr. Porter, West Bedroom, 4nd Floor, [-] Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey】

Looking at the familiar handwriting on the cover, Harry showed a sincere smile on his face.

A genuine smile from the heart unlike most of these days.

Yes, the smiles on the faces of the family members have increased a lot in the past week or so, but except for the heartless Dali, how much of the others are from deliberation and sincerity?

Everyone's attitude has changed, but it's not that if you accept it rationally, you can really laugh it off in a blink of an eye.

But since everyone wants to laugh it off, it's much better than muddling along.

As time goes by, the former will eventually make the smile more sincere, while the latter will probably not be able to live on.

Harry habitually looked around furtively, and put the letter into his arms like a thief.

After completing a set of subconscious movements, the boy slapped his head. It was not last year, and no one would stop him from receiving letters.

Now that the letter has been put away, let's go back to the room and read it later.

Although it was just an excuse to come out to pick up his uncle, it wasn't appropriate to go back now, so Harry just wandered outside.

Huh, what is that?

There seemed to be a rag thrown on the lawn ahead, something Aunt Petunia would never do.

Was it thrown by a passer-by?

It's so immoral!

Harry walked over to pick up the rag, shaking strangely, it turned out that it wasn't a rag, it was a boxy, tattered pillowcase with burnt marks.

Strange, who would carry that with them, bum?

Completely puzzled, Harry threw the broken pillowcase into the trash can beside him, and raised his hand to block the incoming light. It seemed to be Uncle Vernon's car.

But not long ago, thousands of kilometers away.

Aini glanced in the direction of London with a feeling, the barrier was triggered.

Hey, Dobby?

I don't know how old Mr. Malfoy will treat you?