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 smooth as new, as if it has been wiped with stain remover. A large lamp made of thousands of pure crystals The chandelier hangs from the fifty-foot-high ceiling, shining brightly in the sunlight that pours into the room.
Lawrence, the manor's butler, led the frightened Dursleys to the right side of the living room, rounded several corners, 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 somewhat surprised that there was an elevator in this building. It seemed that Uncle Vernon's boss was indeed a Very rich guy.
"Sorry, Vernon--"
The elevator dinged and stopped on the third floor. When they stepped out of the elevator car, the manor housekeeper Lawrence turned his head and looked at the Dursleys who had only flattering smiles on their faces and said apologetically,
"Mr. Blaine is currently undergoing treatment. According to the doctor's instructions, he will not be able to see you for about two hours. Could you please wait in the living room for a while?"
"Of course, no problem, Mr. Lawrence!"
Uncle Vernon nodded repeatedly, "Everything will be at your discretion!"
When several young maids served them tea and closed the door of the living room, there was a sound of exhaling in the elegantly decorated living room. Uncle Vernon, who had been carrying a big belly for a long time, was too tired Too exhausted, he collapsed directly on the soft sofa.
"What a luxurious house this is, Vernon!"
Aunt Petunia's voice trembled with excitement,
"I dare say that if Yvonne knew that I had been a guest in such a gorgeous manor, she would be extremely envious."
Harry raised his eyes. Evene was a good friend of Aunt Petunia, and both of them loved to discuss gossip about the neighbors.
"Mr. Blaine inherited the manor and the drilling company from his father--" Uncle Vernon said to Aunt Petunia and Dudley. "At that time, he was only in his early twenties, and everyone was not optimistic about him. , thinking that he would make a mess of the company that was already in a bad situation, but who would have thought that he would bring the company out of the quagmire with his intelligence and diligence--"
In fact, Uncle Vernon has said these things countless times at home, and even Harry himself is familiar with them. However, Uncle Vernon always takes the trouble to tell everyone again and again.
"It's really admirable--how did I behave just now, Mom and Dad?"
Dudley stood up and tried to smooth out the wrinkles on his belly, but after a few attempts, he knew that his efforts were in vain, so he looked up at his parents with a disgusting smile.
"Awesome, my darling!"
Aunt Petunia stood up immediately and put her arms around Dudley's arm, her eyes sparkling with pride.
"There is nothing rude about him, he is a standard gentleman!"
"My father, who has seen big scenes like him, is also brave!"
Uncle Vernon chuckled too.
Dudley shook his chin proudly. He looked at Harry, who was sitting there without saying a word and expressionless, and suddenly a malicious light appeared in his little eyes.
"Oh, but I think one of us here has been scared to death, right?"
"Even if you were frightened, I wouldn't do that!"
Harry, who immediately understood who Dudley was talking about, said angrily. He saw that the Dursleys seemed to be ready to scold him again, so he took the lead and said in a fast tone,
"Yesterday you told me many times that I was not allowed to move around or say one more word without your permission!"
"Okay, boy, you still have some memory!" Uncle Vernon muttered, suffocating his breath, but then his tone became domineering again,
"When you see Mr. Blaine later, you should know what you are doing, right?"
"Know."
Harry said dullly, "Observe Mr. Blaine's physical condition carefully. When you ask about Mr. Blaine's physical condition in a clever way, keep your ears open and don't allow you to miss a word."
"very good."
Uncle Vernon drank all the black tea in the exquisite teacup in one gulp and nodded with satisfaction.
"When the meeting is over, I will tell Mr. Brain's housekeeper 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 promise him that you can come up with something to help Mr. Blaine regain his energy, he is willing to convince Mr. Blaine to try it!"
When he heard Uncle Vernon's specific request yesterday, the first thing that popped into Harry's mind was a refreshing potion. It was safe and had no side effects, and was very common in the wizarding world. It was easy to buy and he drank it himself. Many times.
Harry believed that if he sent a letter to Ron, he could easily help him get a large jar.
Of course, the biggest question is still whether giving wizard's potion to unsuspecting Muggles violates the wizard's secrecy law, and is the situation serious?
On the way here, Harry was still thinking about these issues. According to his guess, this should not be a too serious mistake. Think about it, how many Muggle-born wizards are there in the wizarding world now, and those wizards all have their own characteristics. As Muggle family members, what if their family members have some problems that Muggle hospitals are not good at treating? Nine times out of ten, they will use the power of magic.
Another thing that helped him decide to do this without fear of punishment was that at the beginning of the second year, Dobby blocked platform nine and three-quarters, causing him and Ron to miss the Hogwarts Express. There was nothing they could do. The two of them could only drive Mr. Weasley's modified car to Hogwarts--
You know, Ron's father, Mr. Weasley, specializes in prohibiting wizards from running amok, but he took the lead in violating the law. This made Harry understand one thing. In the wizarding world, privately, as well as openly, I'm afraid there aren't many wizards who abide by the rules.
"Oh, come and look at this picture, Petunia and Dudley!"
The wait was always long and boring. Uncle Vernon, who was bored, looked at the commemorative photos hanging on the wall of the living room. He stopped in front of a gray photo at the door, pointed to it and said,
"This is a photo taken with everyone when Mr. Blaine just took over the company. He was handsome and handsome at that time. Many girls in the company admired him..., ah, I was really thin at that time, less than 200 pound!"
Yeah, it's just more than twice as heavy as me--
Harry looked at Uncle Vernon's fat body and nodded with sadness.
There are pictures of Dudley everywhere in the Dursley family, but there are very few about the couple, and they are basically in their bedroom. Harry is absolutely prohibited from entering that place and Dudley's bedroom. In the years before going to Hogwarts, Aunt Petunia was personally responsible for the cleanliness of those two houses.
Looking at the three people talking fiercely in front of the photo, Harry, who was sitting obediently in the chair, couldn't help but feel a little curious.
Just when Harry was wondering whether Uncle Vernon was really a little thinner than a whale when he was young, the door to the living room opened quietly. The man who led them earlier was not young, but his behavior was still the same. The polite and kind-looking old housekeeper appeared again, but there was a deep worry between his eyebrows.
"Mr. Blaine is very tired, Vernon, and it would be best to keep the meeting to less than five minutes.
Uncle Vernon nodded and bowed in agreement. 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, you might have been dried by the time the staff here find you!"
If possible, Harry really wanted to take the Dursleys to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, so that they could know what a magnificent castle was. He stood up slowly, walked towards the door with a sullen face, and passed by When Uncle Vernon saw the photo he was talking about earlier, he glanced at it subconsciously.
Bang!
As everyone turned around and stared in astonishment, Harry opened his mouth, ignoring the bruise on his forehead. He just stared blankly at the man standing among the people in the photo, and murmured in disbelief,
"Professor Blaine?!"
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