Harry Potter: The Dragon Lord Comes to Hogwarts

"Oh, what a pleasure! We, the Dursleys, haven't had any of those damn things lately!"

In the living room on the first floor, Vernon stretched out his hand to pick up a cup of black tea from the table, put it near his mouth and took a sip, then let out a comfortable moan:

"Harry, you are right, this period is indeed the happiest time for our Dursley family.

Take a look!

No annoying knocking on the door, no letters appearing out of nowhere, and no ridiculous guy whispering in my ear, magic or other inconspicuous remarks.

not to mention...."

Speaking of which, Vernon picked up another biscuit from the table and waved it in front of Harry:

"Quietly what?

No it's your breakfast!

But you are not as clumsy as you seem on the surface, at least you know what you should do! "

In Harry's view, Vernon's plump cheeks were crowded with features, especially the double chin, and his small squinted eyes were staring at him while holding a biscuit in his hand.

Harry shrank his neck:

"Uncle Vernon, what am I supposed to do?

I don't quite understand, what's more, isn't it the same now as before? "

Harry's voice was a little puzzled, he always felt that there was something in the other party's words.

"Hmph! I hope you really don't understand!

Look at us, the Dursleys, it's finally been peaceful for a while.

During this period of 'safe and sound' I specifically allow you to eat breakfast. "

As Vernon said, he reached out to pick up a breakfast biscuit again, handed it to Harry, and pouted his mouth to signal him to continue.

Looking at the food in front of him, Harry's thin body subconsciously took a step back and swallowed it in one gulp.

Since he stole the "letter" last time, he hasn't eaten breakfast for a long time. Looking at the delicious food in front of him and feeling hungry, Harry hesitated and said again and again:

"Thank you, Uncle Vernon!"

After speaking, he took the biscuit from the opponent's hand and put it in his mouth to chew.

"crunch~crunch~"

The crisp sound, plus the milky aroma fills the tip of the nose.....

smell good.....

Harry has an illusion of "happiness"....

.....

Compared to one side, his father Vernon and Harry, playing charades in the world of two people.

People who don't know the facts will definitely be curious about the story behind the two.

But Dudley didn't care about these details.

On the top of his head, the chinchilla stretched out its small paws and grabbed his hair, and at the same time issued it from its small mouth.

"Squeak" to hiss.

Dudley was surprised, because this was the first time the little guy made such a move since he came into contact with Totoro.

In the past, chinchillas either lay still on top of their heads, or curled up in their pockets to take a nap. The young need enough sleep!

He was so energetic now that he was really curious.

"Little guy, you hurt me a little bit."

As soon as Dudley's words fell, the tingling pain at the root of his hair suddenly disappeared, and before he could react, he felt a soft touch in his palm.

A furry shadow appears above!

The body of the chinchilla no longer crouched or curled up, but stood up, half-closed its eyes, raised a front paw, and poked forward.

...

"Damn! I've become a genius."

Although he was prepared in his heart, Dudley was still terrified.

After all, in the inherent impression, the pictures that can only appear in anime are now so humanized that they are mapped to reality.

Most normal people's first reaction will be stunned.

After all, a wooden man can dance suddenly, it will take time to accept this shocking thing!

Fortunately, after Totoro finished this move.

The furry body trembled, crawled along Dudley's cuff into his pocket, and continued to doze.

...

"What the hell is outside the window?"

Dudley took a deep breath, walked towards the direction Totoro pointed at earlier, stretched out his hand and opened the curtain.

The scene outside the glass window made his pupils shrink.

owl.

All owls.

White, yellow, khaki, gray, gray and white....

At a glance, the front of my small yard is almost full of owls.

It is roughly estimated that there are at least nearly 100 of them on the lawn, the fence of the yard, and the roof of the silver car parked at the door.

What does it mean for owls, nocturnal creatures, to congregate in such an unnatural way.

The weirdest thing is that these owls seem to be messy, but they are very purposeful and only stay within the range of their own homes, while there are almost no other homes.

Seeing this scene, Dudley suddenly had an ominous feeling in his heart.

When abnormal events occur frequently, it indicates that...

Before he could react, he felt his wrist sink, and the chinchilla hiding in his pocket reappeared. His small head looked out the window, and his half-closed eyes widened a little.

Dudley took a look, only to feel a blur in front of his eyes.

Faintly at the end of the next street outside the door, a tall and broad figure disappeared in a flash.

This illusion even made him feel the real possibility just now.

anyone?

Who is he?

Just as Dudley was thinking about it, there was a strange "rustling" sound behind him!

.........

ps: The author is working hard late at night~(??????)?? hehe~