"Why should I take this on?"
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 a day of cleaning, nor is it because he has been busy in the garden all day, mowing the lawn and pouring manure on the delicate flowers in the fenced flower beds. In fact, Desi The Li family did not arrange any housework for him.
It's because, since the matter was finalized at breakfast, in order to prevent Harry from going wrong when he visits Blaine Manor tomorrow, they have conducted urgent training for him.
From their walking manners, smiling expressions, tone of greetings to dining etiquette, they took the trouble to tell him all kinds of details, which was as boring as the History of Magic course taught by the only ghost professor at Hogwarts. .
The lights in the bedroom were turned off, but the living room downstairs was still brightly lit, and there were rustling sounds from time to time. It was Aunt Petunia who was urgently helping Harry make a decent dress before going to bed. , they discovered that Harry didn't seem to have a decent-looking dress suitable for visiting those high-class people.
It was late at night and all the shopping malls were closed. Now it was obviously too late to go out and buy something. After all the fuss, for the sake of my husband's future and the family's prosperous life, my head suddenly became many times more flexible. Aunt Petunia suddenly remembered the dress they had prepared for Dudley to entertain the builders Mason and his wife during the summer vacation last year.
Dudley wore that brand new dress only once and then never again, because at the rate Dudley was expanding, he rarely had clothes that lasted two years.
Now Aunt Petunia only had to cut up the dress and sew and mend it, and she could make two or three dresses for Harry from the fabric.
"Why should I take this on?"
Harry, who buried his head in the quilt, hammered the bed and said in annoyance, but in fact, he knew the reason.
Not only because this is a great opportunity to get back his magic book and broomstick, but also because he hopes to give the Dursley family an education.
The Dursleys have always treated magic with the most contemptuous attitude. They have always called magic a trick to fool people. Harry was extremely angry about this, but he had no choice but to do anything about it. However, the emergence of this incident made Harry see an opportunity. If If he could really make a difference, then the Dursleys might be able to face up to the magic of magic a little bit.
In this case, the few summer vacations he has to go through before he graduates from Hogwarts may be better than now.
Harry thought this, and fell into a deep sleep accompanied by the sound of mechanical cutting.
“I hope you all figured out the importance of today’s visit!”
Early the next morning, when the golden sunshine was still a little cold, everyone in the house gathered in the living room to listen to the speech of the man of the house.
“This time last year, if I could have made that order, we would have been living in a luxurious villa in Majorca by now, but due to some accidents, we missed that perfect opportunity to change our destiny! "
Putting on a dress for the first time in his life, Harry lowered his head, feeling that everything was wrong. He knew exactly what Uncle Vernon was talking about, but he couldn't be blamed. Who would have thought that Dobby would happen to be there at that time? Show up at the house and drop a whole cake on the Muggle couple's heads to stop him from returning to Hogwarts?
It was obvious that the Dursleys were nervous about visiting Mr. Blaine. There was an oppressive silence in the car as they drove to the Blaine Manor in the affluent area of Mayfair, London. Even Dudley was constantly adjusting the garishly patterned tie around his invisible neck.
Harry, who was firmly squeezed by Dudley to the car door, was also affected by this atmosphere and became a little nervous. He tried his best to recall in his mind what Madam Pomfrey asked him every time he was admitted to the campus hospital. Something wrong with you.
As soon as we entered the Mayfair district of Westminster, even the sky seemed to become 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 with envy and jealousy at the large green grass on both sides of the road. The ladies holding expensive dogs were chatting and laughing on the grass without having to think about housework at all. And this This kind of life is exactly what she dreams of.
At the end of the spotless road, a vast luxury manor with pure white and gold decorations reflected the dazzling brilliance in the sun.
In the center of the tidy lawn in front of the manor stands a huge fountain with water that is sixty feet high. Around the courtyard wall, there are neat rows of maple trees, with dozens of gardeners climbing on those trees. Next, I was busy pruning the overly lush branches and leaves of the maple tree.
"This is it—" Uncle Vernon said in a low voice.
Dudley looked at all this greedily, his fat face deformed against the car window, while Harry was not interested. Indeed, this manor was the most luxurious house he had ever seen, but In his heart, the gray-toned Hogwarts Castle is his paradise.
"I'm Vernon Dursley. I'm here to see Mr. Blaine. We have an appointment -"
Harry looked at Uncle Vernon, who was facing the stern-looking guard with a trembling voice in front of the big iron gate, and suddenly had the urge to laugh. To be honest, he had never seen Uncle Vernon treat anyone with such an attitude. Talking!
Since outside vehicles were not allowed to enter the manor, Harry had to walk towards the manor with the Dursleys holding flowers and fruit baskets.
As they walked along the straight road paved with warm stones, his cousin Dudley nervously pinched the corner of his clothes and kept turning his little eyes, but did not dare to ask a word. Obviously, he knew that this was not a place where he could A place where he can show off his personality in a coquettish way.
Perhaps it was because the owner of the manor was seriously ill. The closer he got to the manor, the more solemn the air became. Even the staff who were taking care of the manor passing by had serious expressions on their faces when they bent down to carry their luggage. A solemn expression.
Through all this, Harry probably understood that the owner of the manor was probably in very bad health.
"Ah, Mr. Lawrence--"
Uncle Vernon, whose red face was dripping with sweat, suddenly cried out in surprise. He turned away from Aunt Petunia, who was walking stiffly behind him, and faced a lean figure with shiny hair and two small pimples above his lips. Bearded and wearing a suit without any wrinkles, a man who looked quite old walked away.
"That's Mr. Blaine's butler,"
Aunt Petunia tilted her head slightly and reminded in a low voice,
"He has often conveyed Mr. Blaine's instructions in the past two years. He is very trusted. Remember to respect him..., especially you!"
Of course Harry knew who the 'you' in Aunt Petunia's reminder was. He looked at the butler, and for some reason, he suddenly remembered Filch, the very unpopular castle administrator at Hogwarts. .
"Maybe they both do similar jobs--"
Harry thought to himself as he forced a smile to Lawrence.
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