Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

Time passed quietly, and Merlin changed his lace stockings one after another.

On this day, when Harry got up, he said "Happy Birthday" to himself, and then walked downstairs wearing patchwork pajamas.

At the dinner table, he learned news.

He was about to go out with the Dursleys, and for the first time since the start of the holidays, he would leave this place that bored Harry so much.

"Do we really want to take this freak with us?" Dudley muttered, reluctantly.

"Oh, dear." Mrs. Dursley added a lot of fried meat to Dudley, "Didn't we agree? Your father and I are really worried. We don't want to come back without even the house."

Harry was overjoyed when he heard this. In just a few dozen seconds, he had already imagined that he could stay at home alone, maybe he could take out his Nimbus 2000 to have some fun, and maybe he could explore the magic he liked. Books, oh, why didn’t I think they were so cute in school?

then...

"I won't." Harry said immediately, "I will stay at home obediently and will never use magic to do anything to the house..."

"Shut up!" Mr. Dursley snapped. "We don't allow those words in our house!"

"I just--"

"What are you?" Mr. Dursley banged the table, spittle splashing onto the plate in front of Harry.

"If Mrs. Figg hadn't been in hospital! Otherwise I would never have taken you there, and you wouldn't have even thought of leaving the house!"

"Also, I warned you, I will not tolerate you mentioning your special powers in my home!"

"Okay---" Harry said, "Okay..."

Mr. Dursley was as angry as a short-breathed rhinoceros. He finally calmed down, turned to his wife and children, and said,

"Dear, have you got your dresses?"

Mrs. Dursley shook her head.

"You know, the place we are going to soon is the home of an upper-class person. Their family is all very polite people. I finally got the opportunity to visit his home. If we can sign the order this time, then we Then you can think about where to travel in the next time.”

"Of course, Dad, I've already thought about it." Dudley put down his fork and coughed a few times. "I will politely knock on the door, and then use the etiquette knowledge I learned at Mestin Middle School to respectfully say Say hello to..."

"Like this." Dudley jumped off the table and took Mrs. Dursley's hand, "Good afternoon, Mrs. Ellison, I am taking the liberty of coming to visit you. You are really young and beautiful."

"Pfft..." Harry couldn't help but spit out the pieces of bread in his mouth. "Ahem, cough, cough." He coughed several times. Dudley's look made Harry have to wonder whether they would be beaten by that time. Driven out.

Mr. Dursley gave Harry an annoyed look, and then praised his precious son's behavior.

"Excellent, Dudley." He clapped softly, then frowned, "I remember they have a boy and a daughter."

"I have prepared gifts for them." Mrs. Dursley sniffed and said, "I don't think any girl would refuse a full set of princess dolls. As for Master Ellison's gift, I bought a pen .”

Speaking of this, Mrs. Dursley frowned, a look of distress flashed across her face, "It cost six hundred pounds!"

"You are so considerate." Mr. Dursley nodded with satisfaction, "Not to mention six hundred pounds, as long as I sign this order, I can get dozens of times the reward. This may be the biggest order in my life. "

"Well, boy Potter." Dursley turned around and glared at Harry, "I want you to stay quiet the whole time and not say a word. You are mute. Do you understand?!"

Harry curled his lips and nodded.

"If you ruin this visit, then..." Mr. Dursley's tone was full of threats.

He waited until Harry nodded before stuffing a piece of bread into his mouth with apparent satisfaction.

"Okay, now, let's say some compliments at the dinner table...Penny, do you have any suggestions?"

Mrs. Dursley thought for a while, "Mr. Ellison, Vernon told me that you are a great golfer...Mrs. Ellison, please tell me where you bought your dress. This dress suits you so well." No, this dress is not worthy of your elegant temperament... How about it?"

"Excellent." Mr. Dursley nodded happily, "Dudley?"

"Is this okay? I can say that Mestin's teacher asked us to write about the person we admire most, so I wrote about you..." Dudley said with a smile.

Harry hid his head under the table and tried hard to control the corners of his mouth that raised up. He was afraid that they would see him laughing.

After rehearsing for a while, Mr. Dursley clapped his hands in contentment.

"Then, let's set off now. First, we'll drive you to get the dress, and then we'll set off to that person's home."

"Their home is in a suburb of London, a bit far away."

Mr. Dursley finally glared at Harry angrily,

"Boy Potter, you'd better keep quiet the whole time like you promised me. You're a mute! Do you understand?!"

Leaving aside all the preparations the Dursleys were making for a visit.

When Soul woke up early in the morning, he learned from Mr. Ellison that a family was about to visit.

So, Soul tricked Angel into cleaning up everything related to Hogwarts at home with him, and at the same time, he also cleaned up the messy house that Angel had made.

This is basic courtesy, and it is not easy to expose things from the magical world to outsiders.

However, there is actually nothing to pack, just some magic books and the candies that Angel likes to eat - small animal cookies that move and chocolate frogs that jump out when you open the box.

Although Mrs. Ellison emphasized many times that Angel was not allowed to eat more candies, Soul still bought her a lot of candies on the way back. After all, she didn't go back for Easter, and the little girl wrote to her more than once saying that she was very unhappy. happy.

The day Hermione and Soul were at home, she took Angel to the Grangers' dental clinic.

I have to mention what happened next that day. After letting out a marmot scream, Hermione ran away from Ellison's house with a red face.

How high the decibel level of a girl's voice can reach? So many days have passed. Even now, Su Er's eardrums feel itchy when he thinks about it.

"Guo Guo, can you put these candies in your room?" Angel held a few boxes with bright eyes.

"No." In Angel's disappointed eyes, Suer shook his head and poked the little girl's head, "Don't think I don't know what your plans are."

"Put it in my room. You can take a piece when you want to eat. Mom said you can't eat more candy."

"Okay..." Angel sighed, and the little devil shook his head.