Time passed in Alan's hard work, during which he studied Occlumency seriously, and although he didn't have a sparring partner, he was able to practice with bated breath and concentration every day.

Allen, who has taken the Super Mana Amplification Potion, is incredibly full of mana, and there is no danger of any magic riot, which is really a good potion of conscience!

Allen's alchemy has finally broken through the fourth form, and his fingers are flexible and soft beyond imagination, if he had danced finger dance in his previous life, no one should be able to match him. His wrist can also rotate freely, this kind of freedom refers more to flexibility, if there are any martial arts cheats such as tendons and bones, orchid point fingers, etc., Alan will definitely be able to learn it with half the effort. For wizards, what is more important is stability, and the cultivation of the fourth type means that Allen's success rate in casting spells is greatly improved, both in terms of the target orientation of casting spells and the success rate of brewing potions.

Of course, it is very important to combine work and rest, and it is wonderful to immerse yourself in hard work while occasionally appreciating the excitement of the world. During this period, Allen's cooking of hot pot, dumplings, pot wrapped meat and other delicacies made the family enjoy their appetites and praise. Of course, when Alan offered to invite Harry Potter to play at home, the family unanimously agreed. In order to welcome Harry, Mrs. Harris even came to do a thorough cleaning and asked Daisy to buy a lot of ingredients.

"This kid is really not easy, everyone only remembers that he defeated the big devil, but the taste of being under the fence must be uncomfortable. Mrs. Harris sighed as she waved her wand to remove a stain from the wall.

Indeed, due to a series of turmoil caused by the admission letter, Harry's relationship with his aunt's family fell to a freezing point - his aunt's family completely ignored Harry. Coupled with Harry's curiosity about the wizarding world, Harry spent most of his time in his room studying his school textbooks, except for Alan coming to him. Harry, under the influence of Alan and guided by his interests, became very diligent.

While Harry was reading a book, a mighty owl flew in through the window, and Harry got up from the bed and quickly ran to the table, where Edward the owl had stretched out his left leg in full spirit. Harry unfolded the parchment, only to see that it was written:

Dear Harry,

Tomorrow at 10 a.m., I will pick you up and take you to my house, and my family is eagerly looking forward to your arrival.

Alan Harris

Harry immediately sat down at the table, dipped his ink in ink, and replied to Alan that he was looking forward to tomorrow's trip as well.

The next morning, Harry had packed his things neatly and looked forward to it. I don't know how Alan will pick him up, and hopefully he will appear in a normal way, such as taking a public bus.

The pointer walked minute by minute, Harry couldn't help but clench Ellen's letter, Uncle Vernon tightened his tie, looked in the mirror, and glanced at Harry, "Harry, are you sure someone will pick you up at 10 o'clock?" Before Harry could react, he seemed to regret asking this sentence again, and said quickly: "We're going to Aunt Fonte's house, I hope your weird friends will arrive on time!"

Harry wanted to retort that Alan wasn't weirdos, you were. But for the sake of his low-hanging freedom, Harry endured.

The hand finally pointed to ten, and the doorbell rang at the same time, and Harry didn't wait for Uncle Vernon to speak, but hurried to the door in three steps and two steps, and pulled the door open. Alan Harris looked at him with a smile on his face. Mr. Harris was standing outside the door with two boxes of black tea in his hands, nodding politely at Uncle Vernon.

Uncle Vernon narrowed his eyes and looked Mr. Harris up and down, and a warm smile bloomed in an instant.

It's not hard to guess why, the big logo of the Mercedes Benz behind Mr. Harris glitters in the sun, and no one can fault Mr. Harris's proper attire.

Uncle Vernon warmly invited Mr. Harris into the door, Alan winked at Harry, so many interactions, of course Alan knew Uncle Vernon's character. It's not surprising that you respect clothes first and then people, and most people do. But Alan definitely didn't want his father to be despised, and Mr. Harris didn't want Harry to be embarrassed.

Harry and Alan staggered up the stairs, then down as fast as a tornado. Harry was holding Hedwig's cage, and the rest of the bags were rounded by Allen, and Harry was dumbfounded by such a great force. Alan couldn't help but be happy, the Muggle Q&A he popularized for Mr. Harris probably wouldn't last long.

When Allen's car was gone, Uncle Vernon was still waving. No wonder Alan is so good, growing up in an elite family, he will inevitably succeed. Vernon insisted that someone who spoke so well could not be a wizard.

Allen and the others turned out of Vernon's sight and went straight to the rental car store, yes, the car was rented by Allen in advance, including Mr. Harris's expensive suit.

"It's still a wizard's costume, spacious and breathable!" Mr. Harris sighed contentedly as if he had taken off not a suit but a cover that had shackled him!