Hogwarts Homecoming

July 29.

The weather on Sunday morning was as bright as yesterday, the dazzling sunshine shone on the clean and tidy Privet Drive, and the rows of well-kept private gardens on both sides of the road swayed slightly against the breeze with brightly colored flowers, competing Fighting each other.

The air in the room was a bit stuffy, and Harry kicked everything related to Potions homework off the bed with a slam, and turned over to face the bird cage hanging on the window grille, feeling extremely irritable.

Every year in the past, Harry always felt 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 , probably the only way they would celebrate his birthday was by giving him less housework on that day.

But on the eve of his birthday this year, the reason for his irritability was a bit different.

clang!

The sudden strange noise from the street outside the window caused the droopy-eyed Harry to stand up abruptly. He jumped up to the window, and when he saw that the sound came from a garbage truck collecting the trash cans on the side of the road, Harry was shocked. Showing a disappointed expression, he sat back on the edge of the bed dejectedly.

"Are you sure you gave him that letter?"

After a long journey for several days, Hedwig was resting in the birdcage after being decimated. Hearing Harry's questioning voice, it trembled its eyelids, cooed a few times in dissatisfaction, and then hid its head under the wing on the other side. continue to rest.

After a heavy sigh, Harry stared blankly at the lights and shadows on the white wall, completely oblivious to it. Half a minute after he withdrew his gaze, a slight explosion appeared in Privet Drive.

Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey—

Amosta, dressed as a Muggle, suddenly appeared on the streets of Privet Drive holding a wand in his hand. The first moment he appeared, he scanned the surroundings vigilantly to check whether any Muggles saw him. After confirming that there was no one around, he breathed a sigh of relief, put his wand in his pocket, and looked at the surrounding scenery with great interest.

7 Privet Drive --

A few steps away, a bronze sign in front of a house told Amosta his exact location. After glancing in front of and behind him, he confirmed the location of No. 4 Privet Drive mentioned in the letter , So, walked over there with an unhurried pace.

Standing in front of the house at No. 4, Privet Drive, Amosta did not rush through the garden and knocked on the door, but stood on the street and looked at the blooming roses and agapanthus in the garden, bathed in the golden sunshine, Smelling the strong fragrance of flowers in the air, after a while, Amosta, who confirmed that he had completely calmed down, knocked on the door with a smile on his face.

Tuk, tuk, tuk--

Ten seconds after the soothing knock on the door, there was the sound of hurried footsteps in the house, and Amosta took a step back, quietly waiting for someone to open the door.

The woman who answered the door was very thin, but she was of remarkable height, and her long, gloomy face also impressed Amosta.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your breakfast, ma'am—"

Amosta glanced at the steaming shovel in Aunt Petunia's hand, maintained a polite smile and nodded,

"But Harry Potter who lives in this house wrote me a letter telling me about the situation and wanted me to come and visit, so - oh, of course, if you want me to change the time There's nothing wrong with that--"

The air fell into silence. Aunt Petunia looked at the young man five feet away from her. Her eyes turned from doubt to dullness, and then gradually from dullness to panic. Finally, before Amosta couldn't help but greet again, she let out a look of horror. screaming in disbelief,

"You, you come and see, Vernon, I must have seen the devil!!!"

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 my uncle was a veteran of the drilling rig company, he had expected something like this to happen.

"So--"

Amosta tilted his head and looked at the living room where the chickens were flying around,

"May I pretend to have accepted your warm invitation to enter the room?"

In the kitchen, the dining table had been overturned, and the Dursley family huddled in a corner watching the young man who walked in shivering and kept silent.

"Oh my God!"

Standing in the living room, watching Potter who was almost leaping down the stairs, Amosta showed a surprised expression,

"It's only been four months since I saw you, Potter, you've grown so much taller. Could it be that you secretly drank height-enhancing potions?"

"Professor Blaine!"

The wheezing Harry looked at Professor Bryan, who was almost unchanged from the image except for his attire, his trembling voice showed excitement and excitement,

"You really came, I mean, I thought Hedwig lost the letter I wrote, or it was the wrong person!"

"Oh, your owl is very clever, Potter—"

Amosta said with a smile, he moved his eyes to the messy kitchen, snapped his fingers crisply, and then, the collapsed dining table creaked and twisted the table board and slowly climbed up, and the pieces scattered on the ground The bacon and fried egg quickly spun themselves to bounce off the dust, and then threw themselves back on the restored dinner plate. When everything was restored, Amosta looked apologetically at the scared man who climbed onto the kitchen counter. The Dursleys,

"Sorry, guys, I seem to have given you some shock?"

"Little boy, you...you really cured"

Uncle Vernon's small eyes bulged out of their sockets, and he stared at Harry as if he was meeting him for the first time in his life.

Although there are a lot of things I want to say to Professor Brian, the appearance of the Dursleys still made Harry laugh. He looked at Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia on the kitchen counter, who were trembling with ghostly expressions on their faces. , and Dudley, who was hiding behind the two of them, clutching his ass, suddenly became playful, so he said in a nonchalant tone,

"Yeah, I got someone to cure him—" Harry nodded and said, "This is what I promised you."

"You are really Mr. Blaine--"

said Uncle Vernon gruffly.

"It's a young man, Vernon—"

Aunt Petunia, who was obviously more shrewd, buried her face in Uncle Vernon's broad arms and whispered a reminder.

"He knows their stuff--"

Dudley muttered behind Uncle Vernon's back.

"Come down first, three—"

Amosta glanced at Harry and looked at the Dursleys with a grin.

"If you don't mind, we can have breakfast together, and I'm still hungry--"