A day at Hogwarts

On the second floor of No. 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, Southwest London, the bright sunlight in the summer morning shines into the storage room, making the room a little hot.

There are mountains of sundries piled up in a mess here and there, neither Vernon Dursley nor Dudley Dursley can find what he wants here, only Petunia is the master here, and no matter what Find it out for you.

As for Harry Potter, who lived in the cupboard under the stairs, he would be scolded by his aunt for an hour every time he walked in.

Petunia was sitting by the window, quietly flipping through a photo album, her face full of memories.

Suddenly, she closed the album and turned to look out the window.

I saw a dark owl flying over the well-manicured lily bushes in the garden to the door of my house, and a light owl flew to the door of No. 3 Privet Drive opposite.

A second later, the photo album was hidden in a corner where Vernon and Dudley would never find it. Petunia left the room with a bag of gray-black dye powder and came downstairs to the spacious and bright kitchen.

Put the dye in a pot, add water to boil, and pour it into the large iron basin in the sewage pool while it is still hot. There is an old Dudley's clothes in the basin. After dyeing, it will become Harry's new clothes.

In the time it took to cook the dye, Penny made two creme brulees and put them on a plate before leaving the house.

Vernon happened to go downstairs and asked her casually when he saw it, "Where are you going?"

Petunia replied, "Mr. Smith is back from a trip to France, and I'll send them some creme brulee."

Vernon nodded and said, "I would like to thank Mr. Smith very much. If it weren't for his help, God only knows when the gentlemen of No. 10 Downing Street will come to fix the streetlight."

Petunia walked across Privet Drive with the tray to the neighbor's house across the street and rang the bell.

It took a while for the door to open, and it was an 11-year-old blonde boy who opened the door.

"Good morning, Charles." Petunia said to Pretty Boy with a smile, "Would you like some creme brulee?"

Every time Charles heard someone calling his name, he always wanted to touch his hair. There was no way, whoever picked up his old man was a patient with difficulty in naming. When he saw a name on the old newspaper wrapped around him, he took it. Come make a name for yourself.

He has always suspected that the name of the old man Jack Smith was also made up randomly, because these are common surnames and first names in the UK, and you can meet nine people with this name when you go to the street to buy a bottle of happy water.

In the eyes of the residents of Little Whinging District, Old Jack, who moved to No. 3 Privet Drive 9 years ago, is a kind, upright, old-fashioned old gentleman with occasional humor. His adopted grandson was educated to be very polite. And very smart, and very handsome, everyone likes it very much.

A few years ago, old Jack suddenly ran for the Surrey County Council member, and he was elected. Later, he did a lot of practical things for the constituency, so from time to time, neighbors in the neighborhood sent some snacks he made.

The Dursleys who lived across the door came the most, because they would trouble old Jack to take Harry in from time to time.

Charles welcomed Penny into the living room, only then realized that he was a little dazed after seeing the Hogwarts acceptance letter just now, and actually left it on the table and forgot to put it away.

Petunia put the plate of creme brulee on the table, curiously picked up the parchment, and read to the emerald green words on it: "Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Albus Dumbledore. International Magic President of the Federation, President of the Wizarding Association, First Class Sorcerer of the Order of Merlin. Dear Mr. Smith: We are pleased to inform you that you have been approved to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed are the required books and equipment A list. Then a professor will come to your home to explain to you and your family. Vice-principal... female... Minerva McGonagall."

Charles said with a smile on his face, "This is...a prop...a ​​few friends invited me to act in a play."

Unexpectedly, Petunia said like a dream: "Hogwarts, Dumbledore... Lily... so you are a wizard just like Lily."

Charles was silent for a while, and asked her after a while: "Mrs. Dursley, would you like a cup of black tea?"

Petunia nodded, sat down on the sofa and asked again: "Can you...can you use magic to make tea?"

Charles replied in embarrassment: "I haven't learned yet."

He found that Petunia didn't seem to reject magic, which was different from the previous impression that Harry was regarded as some kind of terrifying existence.

The tea was ready soon, but the two of them sat on the sofa holding teacups and staring at each other, not knowing what to say for a while.

The living room was quiet, only the clock on the wall was ticking.

A doorbell rang, and Charles hurried over to open the door.

The door opened, and a waterfall-like white beard came into view.

"Good morning, Mr. Smith." Dumbledore said to the pretty boy in front of him with a smile, "Can I go in and have a seat?"

Charles shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, my grandpa is not at home, and strangers cannot be allowed into the house."

Dumbledore still kept smiling: "I'm not a stranger, I think you should have seen the admission letter from Hogwarts, it has my name on it."

Charles made a surprised expression, and asked after recovering: "Are you the Mr. Dumbledore who has several titles?"

Dumbledore nodded: "It's me."

At this time, the corners of Charles' mouth were slightly raised, and he immediately welcomed him in. Mrs. Dursley was inside. I don't know what will happen when the two of them meet.

Just as he thought, the two were stunned when they met.

Petunia's eyes quickly filled with anger, and Charles suspected that if he handed over the watermelon knife in his hand now, she would chop off Old Deng without hesitation.

Dumbledore only changed his eyes, and immediately regained his composure.

Charles quickly poured tea, took out a watermelon from the refrigerator, cut it and placed it on the table, and took a piece of watermelon and hid aside to watch the show.

Penny gritted her teeth and asked Old Deng, "How did Lily die?"

At this time, she is no longer like an ordinary housewife, but a raging lion.

Charles was intimidated, not expecting this side of her.

Dumbledore said in a deep voice: "I'm sorry for Lily's death. She was killed by Voldemort, the Dark Lord, to protect Harry."

"Details!" Petunia stared at Dumbledore tightly, "I want all the details, why did Voldemort kill Harry, why didn't Lily hide, why would he find out if she hid, was someone betrayed What were you doing, what was James Potter doing? And that Severus Snape, wasn't he Lily's friend, what did he do?"

Charles was eating melons while thinking, if you send me a remote control plane, just the same as the one you delivered to Dudley this year, I can add "Harry Potter" from the first to the seventh Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them tells you all.

Dumbledore found that he didn't dare to look at her, and said in a deep voice, "Petunia, I'm sorry, I can't talk to you too much."

Penny, as Charles had expected, picks up the watermelon knife on the table and chops people up. Instead, she instantly turns back to the ordinary housewife and said to herself nonchalantly, "I won't bother you if you have guests." just left.

When Petunia left, she happened to meet old Jack coming back.