Chinese students at Hogwarts.

When Vernon pulled into driveway four and saw his house and beautiful lawn, he felt visibly better again.

Petunia is preparing a sumptuous dinner, but the Dursleys are forced to go into Christmas dinner mode a few days early due to Dudley's forceful demands to wave his cane.

He can eat an entire turkey by himself!

Mrs. Dursley had a good day, everything was normal. At the dinner table, Mrs. Dursley told him about the conflict between mother and daughter in the neighbor's house and other tidbits she had heard.

Dudley was not interested at all. He was busy piling the Christmas cookies and Christmas puddings on his plate high.

"Good boy, that's how you eat it." Vernon chuckled, picked up a glass of whiskey, handed his pudding to Dudley, and said to Petunia, who was happily recounting the gossip of the street next door:

"Honey, guess what I saw on the way back?"

Petunia paused the love-hate relationship between the fat widow and the milkman two blocks away and cut her own pudding with her lips pursed:

"uh-huh?"

"A Christmas tree that's thirty feet long! Who would use such a big Christmas tree!" Vernon laughed. This incident seemed to trigger his strange laughter. He raised another glass of whiskey and drank it in one gulp. Finally, he suddenly asked:

"Um - Petunia, dear - that boy is said to be spending Christmas with Mr. Black this year?"

Harry's name is a taboo word in the Dursley family. If they have to mention him, the Dursleys will use 'boy' instead.

"Ding" Petunia's knife collided with the beautiful bone china dinner plate, making a crisp sound.

She pursed her lips, looked at her husband sternly, and said dryly: "It should be, what's wrong? We agreed not to mention him at home."

Vernon touched his limp hair and muttered:

"I don't know why, but I have this weird feeling that if someone is using a Christmas tree, it's probably them."

Mrs. Dursley pursed her lips and took a sip of mulled wine. She shook her head impatiently:

"But what does this have to do with us?"

Vernon shrugged, suddenly feeling that his behavior was too stupid, right, what does it have to do with us?

But he suddenly thought of Blake again. God knows how surprised he and Penny were when that handsome middle-aged man with an aristocratic look knocked on their door and informed them of his identity.

(Blake's black hair is a metaphor for the Roman aristocracy, the noblest class in the West.)

Who would have thought that among those weird, crazy people who don't even know how to wear clothes, there would be such a personable gentleman as Mr. Black?

"I'm very sorry. I am Harry's godfather. I have been busy with my family business outside these years. It is relatively remote and does not have modern communication equipment - you know, the minerals over there in Africa."

Mr. Black looked pale, with melancholy and decadence written all over his face.

Vernon and Petunia liked him almost immediately because he showed his gratitude with practical actions and purchased a large number of drilling rigs for his mining industry in Africa!

This was a generous thank you gift, enough to elevate Vernon Dursley's position to a higher level.

It was undoubtedly a pleasure to communicate with Mr. Black, although this gentleman did not know much about many things about them. For example, he did not understand tennis and was not a fan.

But Vernon talked to him about Chelsea and expressed his love and support for the team.

Mr. Black didn't feel strange at all. On the contrary, he showed a high level of interest and politely asked for relevant details.

When they learned that the Black family had a history of nearly a thousand years, Vernon and Petunia were in awe. This was respect for a true "old money".

For the sake of the rig order, and possible future orders, Vernon decided to give Mr. Black a unique place in his heart.

The atmosphere in the restaurant was somewhat silent. Vernon was looking at the wine in the crystal glass against the light, but he was actually driving away.

Dudley was not interested in anything. He had only one goal, and that was to kill this damn pudding.

After being quiet for a while, Penny decided to say something to lighten the atmosphere:

"My dear, I have good news to share with you -"

Sure enough, this sentence immediately aroused Vernon's interest.

He put down his wine glass, his thick beard trembling, and asked with interest:

"Oh? Let me guess, could it be that our little Dudley used his boxing gloves to knock out a few unlearned punks again?

He is truly a chivalrous and courageous Robin Hood! "

Some time ago, he won the Southeastern Junior Heavyweight Interschool Boxing Championship, but then came a warning from Smelting Middle School - Dudley was involved in several fights at school.

The Dursleys rushed into the school and loudly defended their son, claiming that Dudley never bullied others. He was caring and compassionate and could only protect his classmates with his fists.

Hearing her husband tell her son's heroic deeds, Penny couldn't help but smile. She handed over her dessert again:

"Mom's little angel, so that you have the strength to protect those poor children."

After watching Dudley swallow the fist-sized piece of pudding in one gulp, she said with a proud expression like a peacock's tail:

“Our lawn and garden won an award!”

"Winning a prize?" Vernon frowned. "What prize? My dear - you know, we also won a prize last time, but we were asked to remit the money first. That damn liar, my 100 pounds!"

"Of course I know!" Penny suddenly took out a beautifully packaged box. When she opened it, there was a beautiful trophy and a check:

"Look, the bonus has been paid, 500 pounds! I went to the bank to verify it, and the check is genuine!"

Five hundred pounds? This is not a small sum. Most people currently cannot get five hundred pounds a month. Vernon nodded and temporarily put aside his doubts.

Penny was still chattering about the whole story of winning the award:

"This is a professional review committee that does not require registration. They have personnel in and around London. They will not alarm anyone, but they will use the most stringent eyes to inspect every household's lawn and garden!

If everyone is asked to sign up, they will go back and tidy up their own lawns carefully, so it will not be possible to tell who is paying the most attention to the lawn. So their idea is to find the lawn that is paying the most attention to the lawn.

You know, I'm a big fan of taking care of lawns and gardens, so dear, our home won the 'Beautiful Lawn and Garden Award in Surrey'! "

Vernon clapped his hands vigorously, and at the same time called Dudley to applaud Petunia too. He wiped his tears and said tremblingly:

"Penny, your hard work for this home has finally paid off. Congratulations, you deserve it. I swear you won't find a better lawn than ours in the entire United Kingdom!"

Not even Buckingham Palace! "

Penny became more and more proud, as serious as the Prime Minister giving a speech: