Alan and Flegg made an appointment to meet at the school gate, and then went to Harry together.

"Alan, I'm here!" Flegg waved cheerfully to Alan with a sandwich in one hand in front of a fried chicken restaurant in front of the school.

Flleg, who graduated with honors, received a large amount of pocket money from his parents, and when he heard that he was going to go out with Alan, the little teacher he tutored and the best student in the grade, and was a good mentor, the Flegg couple happily let him go.

"Alan, have you had breakfast? Would you like some chicken cutlets?"

"Okay, although I've already had breakfast. However, it is also good to have another piece of chicken cutlet. I'm going to buy a few cups of milk tea and pack one for Harry. Alan said, pulling out £2.

The two first went to the "Baccarat" boutique toy store to buy a birthday present for Harry, and then took the bus to the neighborhood where Harry Potter lived.

"No. 4 Privet Road, this is it!" said Flegg as he looked at the sign and turned to Allen.

Alan was looking at a cat crouching on the wall, "The cat doesn't have glasses around its eyes, it should just be an ordinary cat." Professor McGonagall, the vice-dean of Hogwarts, would not be at the door of a Muggle, even if it was Harry Potter's foster home. Alan laughed at his own crankiness.

Flegg had already rang the doorbell. A stout man's voice came from inside, "Dudley, go open the door!"

"Tell Harry, I want to watch a cartoon!" Dudley's voice was impatient!

Immediately afterwards, the sound of footsteps came, and a middle-aged blonde man with a double chin who was fat enough to open the door, he looked greasy, and asked in a rough voice, "Boy, who are you looking for?"

"Hello uncle, we are classmates of Harry Potter, is Harry here?" asked Flegg politely.

"Harry, there's no Harry Potter here. Vernon Dursley's face was impatient, and he was about to slam the door shut.

Alan stepped forward and slammed the door, "Uncle, may I ask if Dudley is there? I'm Alan Harris, Dudley's classmate." ”

"You're Alan Harris? the first ?...... in the whole grade. Dada, your classmate Alan Harris is looking for you!" Mr. Dursley glanced at Alan suspiciously, and shouted into the room.

"Please come in. Vernon Dursley stepped aside. It seems that "if you learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, you will not be afraid to go all over the world", here it should be replaced by "strive to be a scholar and make friends all over the world". Vernon was also willing to let his son socialize with the first grade in the grade.

"Ellen, Flleg, you-"

"Yes, Dudley, we're here to talk to you about boxing. Without waiting for a hell-looking Dudley to finish speaking, Alan stepped forward and put his arm around Dudley's shoulders, preventing him from breaking free and walking towards the living room.

The living room is very clean and tidy, and the boy in the photo on the mantelpiece is stout and strong, either riding a bicycle or standing by the flower bed of the exhibition, or playing computer games with his dad and kissing and hugging his mom. There is not a single hint in the photos that the other boy also lives in the same house. Even though Harry did live there, Alan looked at the cupboard without a trace, knowing that Harry was going there right now.

"Clang......" Harry tapped desperately in the cupboard, "Alan, Flleg, I'm here." Harry wanted to get his friend's attention.

"It's Harry's voice, uncle, you can't be illegally imprisoning Harry, are you?" Alan said with a slanted glance at Mr. Dursley.

"yes, it's been a long time since we've seen Harry, and he's even missed his final exam!" Flegg heard the voice, very worried about Harry.

"Of course not, how could it be, we worked so hard to raise him to the ...... Oh, shit!" Mr. Dursley was embarrassed, knowing that he had tried to hide Harry's presence.

Alan was not interested in listening to Dursley's explanation, so he quietly pulled down the cufflinks, his wrist made a dark effort, and with a flick of his fingertips, the cuff was fitted to the latch of the cabinet, and the door opened.

Before Dursley could lock the door again, Harry had already slipped out of the cupboard. Behind Harry, the cabinet door opened weakly, and the black hole of the cabinet was like a big mouth, devouring Harry's supposed bright and happy childhood.

No wonder Harry is so skinny and always wears fat old clothes, this is naked abuse! Children with parents are treasures in the palm of their hands, and children without parents are roadside grass that anyone can trample on at will. Harry did not grow into another Dark Lord, but was still so upright, brave, and pure, thanks to Lady Kelly's patient teaching and the justice and kindness of his nature, I have to say that it is another great luck that he did not develop a selfish and lazy character like Dudley.

Alan could still watch coldly when he was reading a book, but now that Harry was his friend, Harry was abused like this, which really made Alan indignant and angry.

"Mr. Dursley, I suspect that you have kept Harry in a dark cupboard for a long time, and I have reason to believe that Harry was illegally imprisoned and abused by you some time ago, and I and Flegg saw it with our own eyes, which is a human witness. If you can't improve Harry's situation, it's necessary for me to seek legal aid for Harry. Restraining his anger, Alan issued a warning to Mr. Dursley to try to improve Harry's situation.

"That's right, my sister is a lawyer, and if Harry needs it, our whole family will help him!"

Harry looked at his friend gratefully, it was Alan and Flegg who brought light to him in a time when he was helpless in the dark, and he still felt love and hope.

"Alright, alright, Harry, I was going to take you to the amusement park, but now please get your friends out of my house. "You can see that Mr. Dursley is already annoyed.

Alan, Harry, and Flegg looked at each other and didn't say anything to anger Mr. Dursley, after all, Harry still had to stay at Dursley's house until he reached adulthood.

"You guys are so nice, last time Dudley had his birthday, I actually released a python at the zoo...... Dursley's never had such a big fire and locked me up. Harry replied like a free caged bird, telling his two friends about his previous adventures.

"Harry, don't hurry, the postman seems to have come to your house, and I sent you a birthday card. Seeing the postman on a motorcycle in the distance, Alan remembered the plot and stopped Harry, who was sharing fried chicken with Flleg.