[Comprehensive British and American] The Wizard of Cullen's House

1987 years.

It was a day that looked neither bright nor gloomy.Although the sun is blocked by the clouds, the heat it emits is still slowly flowing in the air.It refreshed Mrs. Dursley, who got up early in the morning, but she would not say that it was a good day-it should have been a good day, because the Cullens said they would come to celebrate her precious son with her today birthday - so why say it can't be a good day?Because the Cullens loved, loved the one who lived in her house, damn Potter, especially Avella.

The little baby who cried hysterically in Mrs. Dursley's arms had grown into a seven-year-old boy who could run, jump and even do housework (Mrs. Dursley forced him to do it).

"Potter!!" Mrs. Dursley pounded on the little door of the cupboard under the stairs where Harry Potter was asleep, "Get up!! Get up!!" Her voice was high, high-pitched, and tinged with anger.

The little boy who was sleeping soundly inside jumped up from the bed and hit the top of the storage room which was not high, making a bang.Immediately afterwards, the voice of my aunt came from outside the small door: "I warn you! Get me up quickly!" Then there was the sound of ding ding ding, which meant that the person who disturbed his dream had left his sleeping bed. Through the small door between objects, he walked into the dining room.

He fumbled to put the glasses on, opened his emerald green eyes and blinked several times before recovering.He stretched out his pale hand to open the small door, and staggered down to the ground.

Harry Potter looked much thinner and paler than children of the same age.

"Adjust your hair!" Aunt Petunia screamed at Harry Potter as soon as she saw him, her eyes filled with disgust. "Also, your clothes are on the table. You'd better Change it within 5 minutes. I warn you, boy, you better behave yourself in front of Mr. Cullen's family, or..." Before she finished speaking, the boiling water boiled, and she turned her head He rushed into the kitchen and started preparing breakfast.

The little boy picked up the clothes his aunt put on the table and went back into his small storage room to start changing. His movements were quick, and he couldn't restrain his expectant expression—Mr. Karen and the others are coming over today!

Growing up, Harry Potter didn't understand why the Cullens would be friends with someone like the Dursleys.He's genuinely puzzled by that, because they all look so...beautiful and friendly to him.In the world of Harry Potter for five years now, the only people who are friendly to him and are willing to take him to play with him are Mr. Cullen's family.It made him wonder sometimes, but it didn't stop him from loving the family - even though he knew their visit was because of Dudley the Pig's birthday.

After changing his clothes, Harry Potter moved his shoulders uncomfortably. The clothes on his upper body were a bit tight for him, which made his breathing difficult, but he didn't care.Back in the kitchen, Harry watched Aunt Petunia busy making pancakes, and asked, "Mr. Cullen, when will they arrive?" He never took the initiative to call his relatives, even if they were the only ones he had left in this world. people who are related by blood.

"It's none of your business." Aunt Petunia glared at Harry, then turned her attention to her pancakes.

Harry Potter had no choice but to sit by the table, staring at the sky outside in a daze.

There was a sound from the door behind him, and before he could turn his head to see who it was, the person who came in had already yelled at him: "Go away! Boy! I want to sit in this seat today, you go over there !" Uncle Vernon treated him badly - that was to be expected, so Harry Potter jumped out of his chair without saying a word and went to sit on the other side.

Then Uncle Vernon began to read the newspaper, but he hadn't been reading for long before the doorbell rang.He hastily put down the newspaper and opened the door. Harry Potter craned his neck to see if the Cullens were coming.But unfortunately, it was just a postman who brought a lot of well-wrapped gifts by the way.

Well, baby Dudley's gift.

Dudley was up, too, around nine o'clock in the morning.

He shook his big belly, without even changing his pajamas, he pushed open the door and walked in with his hair messed up.Aunt Petunia smiled exaggeratedly and walked over to take her mouth and kissed her little baby fiercely: "Happy birthday! My baby!"

Uncle Vernon also frowned with a smile: "Happy birthday! Little Dudley." He smiled and watched Dudley begin to count the number of gifts piled on the ground, his face full of anticipation.

"Nineteen...twenty..." Dudley frowned, looking at his curled fingers and at the pile of presents on the ground, "twenty...one?"

"22, son." Vernon continued with a smile, "Two more copies than last year!"

"Brilliant!" Dudley's expression went from puzzled to elated in a split second.What made him happier was yet to come. Aunt Petunia told him: "Dada, my little baby, you'd better tidy up yourself, and Mr. Cullen's family will come over later."

"Really!!!" Harry saw the look of surprise on Dudley's fat pink face, but then it turned into ecstasy.He reopened the door without even saying hello and rushed upstairs.Sitting in the living room, Harry could clearly hear the heavy sound of his heavy feet stepping up the stairs. He doubted that sooner or later, the stairs of the Dursleys' house would be crushed by that pig.

But for the rare first time Harry Potter wasn't amused by his own imagining, because he was giving his full attention to the doorbell.

He felt like his stomach was going to hurt, and he didn't want to touch the pancakes that Aunt Petunia made and put on the table, but he had to eat them.

Why aren't the Cullens here yet?Did something happen along the way?

Just as Harry Potter was painting a picture of a car accident in his mind, the doorbell suddenly rang without warning.

He jumped off the stool and rushed to the door of the dining room, but he hadn't reached the door to open the door for the person who rang the doorbell outside, and the suffocation rushed towards him-his collar was pulled tightly from behind by Uncle Vernon live.Then he picked up the little Harry, and that big pink face came close to Harry, his voice pierced into his ears from under his beard: "Boy, I warn you!" You...be polite to me, don't allow, mess, ask for things!"

He never asked for anything!Harry Potter bounced his feet through the air before Uncle Vernon set him down.Then my uncle squeezed him away, strode towards the door, and adjusted his bow tie along the way.

Harry Potter hurriedly followed behind, and Dudley, who had tidied himself up at this time, also hurried down from upstairs, almost bumping into Uncle Vernon who was standing at the door.

The bodies of Uncle Vernon and Dudley occupied Harry Potter's entire field of vision. He tried to stand on tiptoe, but he still couldn't see anything.

"Oh, Carlisle, Esme, and gentlemen and ladies, welcome." After Uncle Vernon opened the door, he let out a high-pitched welcome sound, which made Harry shrink his neck uncontrollably, but Still working hard on tiptoe to see.

There were responses from Karen's family outside the door.Harry Potter caught the voices of his two favorites out of so many voices, which made him smile all of a sudden.

Uncle Vernon turned his head and gave him a disgusted look.Then he grabbed Dudley and led the Cullens into the house.

Harry looked up at them, walking in front of the Karen elders arm in arm: Carlisle and Esme.

As they walked by him, Esme let go of Carlisle's hand and bent slightly to Harry with a smile and said, "Good morning, Harry."

"Good morning, Mrs. Cullen." Harry also smiled at Esme.He hesitated for a moment, then greeted Carlisle: "Good morning, Mr. Cullen."

Carlisle returned him a good-natured smile.

The short-haired elf-like girl walking past, Harry knew her name was Alice, and the reddish-brown haired man standing next to her with a gentle smile on his mouth was named Edward—they were brother and sister.Alice tilted her head, her warm golden eyes flashed a smile that Harry could easily recognize, and her cheerful tone: "Harry, did you sleep well last night?"

"Very good." Harry also smiled at her, and then he couldn't wait to turn his head to catch the figures of the last two people who entered the room.

He didn't notice that the corner of the man's mouth with reddish-brown hair twitched slightly.

The brunette seemed to be looking at Harry all the time, because she gave him a wide smile as he looked over.The tall, black curly-haired man standing next to her also smiled brightly at him, and then he walked over in two or three steps, bent down, and picked Harry Potter up off the ground.When the man's gaze was parallel to Harry's, he said, "Harry, long time no see. Have you lost weight?" Harry Potter noticed that the woman with dark brown hair frowned slightly because of what the man said, and then Before Harry could refuse, he stretched out his hand and hugged him out of the man's arms, and even shook him up and down: "It's true that I lost weight."

……God!

Harry Potter's face turned red immediately, and he held Avella's shoulder tightly with one hand: "Ivy! You can't hug me like this!" He is seven years old now, and he can still be hugged like this... Very strange ah ah ah!

"Hmm~ Little Harry is shy?" Avella laughed so hard that her eyes disappeared, but she followed Harry's wishes and put him down.Harry Potter leaned towards Sirius immediately, and Avella curled her lips: "Aren't you going to give me a hug?"

"..." Harry Potter subconsciously looked at Sirius. His actions made Avella narrow her eyes a little, but her dangerous gaze was directed at Sirius who patted Harry's little head.Then she turned and walked into the living room with a soft snort, Harry and Sirius followed behind Avella.As soon as Harry Potter entered the dining room, he was aware of two stares on him—from Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, but they were quickly distracted by Avella's voice. .Elvira did not know where to take out a beautifully packaged small box, and said happily: "Have you given any gifts? Is it just me?" Harry saw Dudley's shining eyes, and on that pig's face .

"It's just you, Ivy," Esme replied.

"Oh! Then, Mr. Dudley Dursley." Avella took two steps forward and gracefully bent towards Dudley Dursley, "I hope you will like the one that Sirius and I chose for you." A present." She gently placed the small box in Dudley's eagerly opened hands.

Perhaps it was just a coincidence, Alice said: "Ivy took Sirius to the store several times for this gift."

Harry Potter blinked, and looked at Sirius who didn't seem to care at all or even casually with some surprises. After noticing his gaze, the latter slightly lowered his head and raised his eyebrows at him to show a shallow smile.Harry Potter couldn't help smiling at him too.If you want to say who Harry Potter admires the most, it must be Sirius.

He didn't know why he liked Sirius so much - even more than Avella, but he just did.

When Harry Potter was wandering, Sirius suddenly leaned into his ear and whispered, "Want to go out to play later?"

Harry's eyes widened in surprise, then he took a quick look at Dursley and Karen, and asked silently with his big emerald green eyes: Is it okay?But Avella will not be happy.Avella never liked Sirius taking Harry around, but there was nothing she could do every time.Especially seeing Harry Potter's crisp smile on her every time he came back from playing-Harry Potter fully grasped Avella's weakness.

Avella raised her eyebrows slightly, stretched out her hand, patted Sirius' arm accurately, and then continued to listen to the conversation between Carlisle and the Dursleys.

Harry: "..."

Looking at the smiling Sirius, Harry Potter suddenly felt embarrassed for some reason.