July 29th.
The weather on Sunday morning was as bright as yesterday. The dazzling sunshine shone on the clean and tidy road of Privet Drive. The rows of brightly colored flowers in the carefully tended private gardens on both sides of the road swayed slightly in the breeze. Competing with each other.
The air in the room was a bit stuffy. Harry kicked everything related to the Potions homework out of the bed with a bang. He turned over and faced the bird cage hanging on the window grille, feeling extremely irritable.
Every year in the past, Harry would always feel very irritable at this time. The reason is very understandable, because the last day of July is his birthday, but his uncle and aunt are obviously not considerate enough to hold a birthday party for him. , the only way they could celebrate his birthday might be to let him do less housework on that day.
But on the eve of his birthday this year, the reason for his irritability was a little different.
Bang!
A strange noise suddenly came from the street outside the window, causing Harry, who had drooped eyelids, to stand up suddenly. He rushed to the window, and when he saw that the noise was coming from a garbage truck collecting trash cans on the roadside, Harry With a disappointed expression on his face, he sat back on the edge of the bed slumped.
"Are you sure you gave him that letter?"
After a long journey for several days, Hedwig, who was seriously injured, was resting in the birdcage. When she heard Harry's questioning voice, she trembled her eyelids, cooed a few times in dissatisfaction, and then hid her head under the other wing. Continue to rest.
After letting out a heavy sigh, Harry stared blankly at the lights and shadows on the white wall. He didn't notice at all. Just half a minute after he withdrew his gaze, a slight explosion appeared on Privet Drive...ŴŴŴ .
Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey -
Amosta, dressed as a Muggle, suddenly appeared on the streets of Privet Drive with a wand in hand. The first moment he appeared, he scanned the surroundings with vigilance to confirm whether any Muggles had seen him. After confirming that no one was around, he breathed a sigh of relief, put his wand in his pocket, and looked at the surrounding scenery with interest.
No. 7 Privet Drive--
A few steps away, a bronze sign in front of a house told Amosta his exact location. After a few glances, he confirmed the location of No. 4 Privet Drive mentioned in the letter. , so, walking towards that side at a leisurely pace.
Standing in front of the house at No. 4 Privet Drive, Amosta did not rush through the garden and knock on the door. Instead, he stood on the street and looked at the blooming roses and agapanthus in the garden, bathed in the golden sunshine. After smelling the rich fragrance of flowers in the air for a while, Amosta confirmed that he had completely calmed down before knocking on the door with a smile.
Dude, dunk, dunk--
Ten seconds after the soothing knock on the door, there were rapid footsteps in the house. Amosta took a step back and waited quietly for someone to open the door.
The woman who opened the door was very thin, but her height was outstanding. In addition, her long and gloomy face impressed Amosta.
"I'm sorry to interrupt you making breakfast, ma'am--"
Amosta glanced at the steaming shovel in Aunt Petunia's hand, nodded with a polite smile, and said,
"But Harry Potter, who lives in the house, wrote me a letter, told me a little bit about the situation, and asked me to come and visit, so--oh, of course, if you'd like me to change it some time There’s no problem if you say that--"
The air fell into silence. Aunt Petunia looked at the young man five feet away from her. Her eyes turned from confusion to dullness, and then from dullness to horror. Finally, before Amosta couldn't help but greet her again, she let out a horrified expression. Screaming in agony,
"Come and see, Vernon, I must have seen a ghost!!!"
Looking at Aunt Petunia who was almost crawling into the house, Amosta raised his eyebrows. He didn't seem too surprised. In fact, when he saw that Potter's letter mentioned his When his uncle was an old employee of that drilling rig company, he had already anticipated that a similar situation might happen.
"So--"
Amosta tilted his head and looked at the bustling living room.
"Can I pretend I've accepted your warm invitation to come into the room?"
.......
In the kitchen, the dining table had been overturned, and the Dursleys were huddled in the corner, watching the young man who walked in, trembling and silent.
"Oh, my God!"
Standing in the living room, looking at Porter coming down the stairs in a leap, Amosta showed a surprised expression.
"But it's only been four months since I last saw you, Potter. You've grown so much. Could it be that you secretly drank a height-enhancing drug?"
"Professor Blaine!"
Harry, who was panting, looked at Professor Blaine, who was almost the same as in the image except for his clothes. His excitement and excitement were evident in his trembling voice.
"You're really here... Oh, I mean, I thought Hedwig had lost the letter I wrote, or that it was to the wrong person!"
"Haha, your owl is very clever, Potter--"
Amosta said with a smile. He moved his eyes to the messy kitchen, snapped his fingers, and then, the collapsed dining table creaked and twisted the table top and slowly climbed up, scattering the things on the floor. The bacon and fried eggs quickly rotated on their own to bounce away the dust, and then threw themselves back into the restored dinner plate. When everything returned to its original state, Amosta looked at the scared man who climbed onto the kitchen counter with a slight apology. The Dursleys,
"Sorry, everyone, I seem to have frightened you a little?"
"Little, boy, you...you really cured..."
Uncle Vernon's little eyes bulged out of their sockets, and he stared at Harry as if he were meeting him for the first time in his life.
Although he had a lot to say to Professor Blaine, the appearance of the Dursleys still made Harry laugh. He looked at Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia who were shaking on the kitchen table with ghostly expressions on their faces. , and Dudley, who was hiding behind the two of them and covering his buttocks, suddenly became playful, so he said in a nonchalant tone,
"Yes, I found someone to cure him--" Harry nodded and said, "This is what I promised you."
"You...you are really Mr. Blaine--"
Uncle Vernon said gruffly.
"This is a young man, Vernon--"
Aunt Petunia, who was obviously more astute, buried her face in Uncle Vernon's broad arm and whispered a warning.
"He knows their stuff--"
Dudley muttered quietly behind Uncle Vernon's back.
"Come down first, you three--"
Amosta glanced at Harry and then looked at the Dursleys with a smile.
"If you don't mind, we can have breakfast together. I happen to be still hungry--"
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