As soon as Evan and Hermione reached the second floor, they saw Dalí, who looked like a pig, holding his buttocks, screaming and running back to his room. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

There was a thud, and the door slammed shut.

"That one just now is Harry's cousin, right?!" Hermione said confusedly, "Why did he run away when he saw us?"

"I think it's probably because I'm afraid of ......," Evan replied.

He knew that every contact between Dudley and the wizards didn't end well.

The first time was Hagrid, who had a curled pig's tail sticking out of the back of Dudley's pants.

The Dursleys had to pay him to be taken to a private hospital in London, where his tail was cut off.

As soon as he recovered from the fright, he met Dobby, a house-elf.

For speaking ill of Harry in front of Aven, an angry Dobby made Dudley grow another pig's tail.

In the end, it was Aven's parents who paid the Dursleys a large sum of money to calm them down.

And the hapless Dudley had to go to the hospital again, accept this confidential private service, and cut off the pig's tail!

It was terrible, there had been two encounters like this, no wonder they screamed at the sight of Evan and Hermione.

In his opinion, all wizards are the same, a bunch of monsters that will make him grow pig tails.

Little did he know that underage wizards couldn't cast magic outside of school.

Each person's wand has a marking, and the Ministry of Magic can detect fluctuations in mana in a certain area.

Of course, if they leave England and use magic like Evan did before, there is nothing they can do.

Now, a panicked Dudley was clutching his ass, shivering in his room.

He was afraid that he would be targeted by Evan and Hermione again, repeating the previous tragedy.

Evan didn't bother with Dudley, and he led Hermione to Harry's cabin at the end of the hallway.

Pushing open the door, Harry was packing his belongings inside.

The school's large suitcase was open in the middle of the room, and Harry was sweating profusely.

Beside him, there were scattered the invisibility cloak he had inherited from his father, the broomstick that Sirius had given him, as well as various textbooks and other household items and magic items.

Seeing the door open, he looked up in astonishment, and then smiled happily.

"Aven, Hermione, you're here!" Harry said with a smile.

He rushed over and gave each of them a hug, looking overjoyed!

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Harry!" Evan looked around, "You look like a mess!"

"It's almost time to leave, why haven't you packed your bags yet?!" Hermione said sharply, her brow furrowed tightly.

"Not to mention, my aunt and uncle have been pestering all morning, and I don't have time to pack my things at all. Harry waved his hand, "Leave me alone, Aven, where did you and Sirius go on vacation? Why did he get hurt so badly? Has the curse on you been broken? And why do you want me to practice Occlumency?"

It was clear that Harry had too many questions.

He asked a lot of questions in one go, and Evan answered them one by one.

He explained as Hermione helped Harry clean up.

They pulled out all the food Harry had hidden under the loose floor, and there was quite a lot of food in it.

Harry then searched the corners of the bedroom again and again to see if there were any forgotten spell books and quills.

After everything was packed into the box, he took off the sheet hanging on the wall, which marked all the days up to the first of September.

He had to cross the day above every day he passed, hoping to get back to Hogwarts as soon as possible.

Harry had a lot of stuff, and it took a lot of effort for the three of them.

By the time they walked downstairs, Aven's father had already left, and there was still something waiting for him in the company.

Now, inside the residence at No. 4 Privet Road, the atmosphere is tense to the extreme.

Dudley was called out, and the six of them sat down at the table on two sides.

They drank tea in silence, and no one knew what to talk about.

The thought of a group of wizards coming to visit soon, the Dursleys looked irritable and nervous.

"Come here, boy!" said Mr. Dursley, who suddenly shouted loudly, causing everyone to jump, "I wish you had told those who are coming, to dress appropriately. I've seen your kind of people wear things, and they'd better wear normal clothes, that's decent!"

Evan and Hermione had arrived in Muggle costumes, and the Dursleys couldn't say anything.

However, Evan had never seen Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, or his children wear Muggle clothes.

Usually, they wear a variety of tattered wizard robes.

In fact, Harry didn't care about his uncle's roar.

He was just a little worried that if the Weasleys appeared in the most terrible image of the wizards in the Dursleys' minds, he wondered how the Dursleys would be rude to them.

"They must have come by car, haven't they?" asked Mr. Dursley, snapped again.

"Hmm!" Harry nodded, "Probably!"

Hearing Harry's answer, Evan subconsciously covered his forehead.

Mr. Weasley originally owned a Ford Anglia, but right now, it was crashing through the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts.

Because of this flying car, Evan became a celebrity at the school right after he first entered the school.

From the founding of Hogwarts to the present, no young wizard has been reported in a flying car.

Not to mention, Evan also missed the college's sorting ceremony.

Of course, more than two years of experience have proved that this is only a small part of Aven's various legendary deeds.

Flying cars, compared to what happened later, are simply not worth mentioning.

After asking the question, Mr. Dursley snorted heavily, squirting a rough breath onto his beard.

As is customary, he should have asked Mr. Weasley what kind of car he was driving.

He always likes to judge other men by how spacious and expensive their cars are.

Apparently, he still had some sanity and didn't ask Harry the question.

Mr. Dursley gave Evan and Hermione a contemptuous glance before his little dark eyes slowly turned elsewhere.

There was another awkward silence as Harry's Aunt Petunia stood up, peering out through the mesh curtains.

It was as if she had been warned that a rhinoceros had escaped from the zoo.

She swung the cushion to and fro as if she were suffering from obsessive-compulsive psychosis.

Beside Aven, Hermione stole a touch of his arm, and the two of them looked at each other.

Hermione had never seen such a horrible person, and if she could, she would have liked to be able to go back to Harry's house instead of sitting here with the Dursleys. (To be continued.) )