"Carl, you were that big when I saw you last time. ”

Mr. Mason said as he gestured, a smile on his face.

Dursley stood by and watched dumbly, from the time he had entered the door until now, even though he had tried his best to tell jokes, Mr. Mason had always had a cold face, and he had hardly seen him smile.

But right now, the smile on the latter's face is like a chrysanthemum blooming.

Dursley is not stupid, on the contrary, he is an absolute expert when it comes to observing words and feelings.

Mr. Mason's reaction sounded almost like an air raid siren in his mind, and the boy was definitely not in the former's heart.

Dursley also noticed that Mr. Mason had been standing and talking to the boy all the time from the previous moment to now, almost beyond his imagination.

Instinctively, he began to reflect on how he had behaved when he had met the boy.

Suddenly, Dursley became frightened.

He wasn't very friendly in his nephew's room.

"Carl, I didn't expect you to know Mr. Dursley. ”

After a few pleasantries, Mr. Mason deliberately drew the conversation to Dursley.

After speaking, he looked directly at Dursley, with a joke in the reproach, "Vernon, why didn't you tell me earlier if you know Carl." ”

Dursley was momentarily shocked.

On the one hand, he was somewhat flattered, and it was the first time Mr. Mason had addressed him by name.

On the other hand, he realized that the boy named Carl had such a high place in Mr. Mason's heart that he could almost hear a hint of flattery in the latter's tone.

Sweat soaked his clothes in an instant, and Dursley knew that if he didn't fix it right away, the biggest rig order of his life would soon be gone.

Or even worse.

But how can things be so easy to remedy.

The first time he met the boy just now, he yelled at him.

Dursley's heart, which was already hanging on the ground, instantly fell to the bottom.

However, at this very moment.

"Goo......

Like a muffled thunderclap, Carl's stomach screamed with arguity.

Carl was a little embarrassed, he had been tracking Voldemort for days, and he didn't even have the time to eat a good meal.

At this moment, his stomach screamed, and he realized that he was already so hungry that his eyes were full of stars.

Some embarrassed looked at Vernon Dursley.

"Mr. Dursley, could you please get me something to eat? ”

Hearing this, Dursley's heart was like a balloon, inflated in an instant.

"Penny, go, bring the pudding to Carl! No, bring all the food!"

Dursley said loudly to his wife.

The two are worthy of being husband and wife, and Penny's ability to observe words and emotions is not weaker than that of her husband.

After all, if she hadn't had this ability, her habit of listening to the neighbors around her would have offended everyone on the street of Privet Road.

So, he grinned at Carl and hurried to the next restaurant.

"Dudley, give the young gentleman a seat. ”

Dursley said again.

And the 'sir' in his mouth is none other than Lord Voldemort.

Voldemort didn't say anything and sat down.

However, that's not all.

Dursley hesitated for a moment, and beckoned to Harry, "Harry, you sit too." ”

This made Harry stupid, and he thought he had misheard.

In eleven years, his uncle had never spoken to him like that.

"What are you doing, sit down, Harry. ”

Dursley said with some urgency.

Carl would be present in his nephew's room, apparently known to him, and probably on good terms.

Now, Dursley doesn't care about Carl's status as an "abnormal person".

He had only one thought in his head, that is, he tried his best to make a good impression on the boy in front of him who didn't know how big he was.

......

Among other things, Penny Dursley's cooking skills are very good.

The crème brûlée was sweet and delicious, melted in his mouth, and Carl was so hungry that he had half of the birthday cake-sized pudding killed him in almost no time.

Dursley looked snuck to the side.

The boy's gobbling appearance did not bore Mr. and Mrs. Mason, who seemed to be clearly conformist, but sat on the sofa opposite, and looked at it with a smile, as if the uncle were looking at his nephew.

This made Dursley more and more sure of his own judgment.

The boy in front of him is definitely not small.

Involuntarily, Dursley looked at his nephew.

A shrewdness flashed in his eyes the size of a mung bean.

"Harry, why didn't you tell me earlier that you and Carl were classmates. ”

Dursley's voice was reproachful.

However, despite being accustomed to the blame, Dursley's tone made Harry almost stupid.

He had never heard such a reproach.

No, he's heard it.

Because Vernon Dursley usually blames Dudley in that tone.

There is endless love in the reproach, not so much a reproach as a compliment.

Dudley looked at his father dumbfoundedly, a little skeptical that the person sitting next to him was someone else pretending.

Fortunately, although his pitifully small brain couldn't handle such a complex problem, he wasn't stupid enough to ask directly.

And just like that, a bunch of people just sat there and watched Carl gobble it up.

After a few moments, just as the Dursleys began to worry about the adequacy of the food they had prepared, Carl finally stopped and let out a long sigh of relief.

He was full.

A whole birthday cake-sized crème brûlé, two large pieces of fruit tart, and two cups of juice.

These things were down, and Carl finally relented.

When he raised his head, he saw that everyone was looking at him, and his face couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

He knew he looked good when he ate, but he didn't need to look at it so bluntly.

"Carl, Harry has often told me about you......" Dursley said tentatively.

As he spoke, he glanced at Harry.

"He said you...... Belch...... He said your grades were at the top of your grade, wasn't it Harry?"

"Well, yes. ”

Harry nodded solemnly, and secretly, his stomach was bursting with laughter.

Harry was smart, and although he was stunned for a moment, he quickly figured everything out.

Uncle Vernon recognized his relationship with Carl and wanted to curry favor with Carl.

Carl won't eat this set.

Harry thought dismissively.

"Thank you for the compliment, I think so too. ”

Carl nodded happily.

After all, his excellence is obvious to all, and there is nothing to deny.

Sure enough, there are still many discerning people in this world.

Harry: "......"

Dursley: "......"

Mr. and Mrs. Mason: "......"

Voldemort nodded, grinning slightly.

"Huh. ”

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