"I guess Dudley forgot to turn off the TV again, this little naughty. ”

Downstairs came Vernon Dursley's flattering grumbling, and as he spoke, the sound had been heard from the living room to the foyer, followed by footsteps going upstairs.

Harry's face turned ugly in an instant, and he looked at the three people standing in the small room, including Carl, especially the strange creature that suddenly appeared and called him by his name.

At this point, he didn't bother to ask who the latter was, or, what it was, in short, Uncle Vernon must not be allowed to see the three extra people in the room, otherwise Harry could already imagine what would happen.

Quickly walk to the closet at the door and open the door.

"Quick! Get in the closet!"

After speaking, he looked at the three of them nervously, hoping that the three of them would quickly do what he said.

However, only the little creature gave a slight response, but it didn't go into the closet as he asked.

"Harry Potter, sir, it's been a pleasure for Dobby to always want to see you!"

Dobby screamed, and the sound reached outside the house, even a few points louder than before.

Harry tried to stop Dobby from continuing, but it was too late.

"Bang!"

Vernon Dursley almost slammed his body open the door and entered.

"Boy, I'll tell you—"

However, when he saw the situation in the room, his voice simply stuck in his throat and he couldn't say a word.

For a moment, the room was silent, and there was not a single person to speak.

Harry's mind went blank, and he didn't know how to explain what was going on with his uncle.

Now, he only hoped that everything that was happening in front of him was a dream, but the sound of his heartbeat in his chest was telling him that it was not a dream.

Looking at everything in front of him, Carl helplessly held his forehead.

He didn't mean to let Dursley see it, but Voldemort didn't move, and he didn't dare to let the former out of his sight.

Here, Dursley seemed to be suppressing something, and his face gradually swollen red.

Finally, a few seconds later, he exploded completely.

"Who are you!!"

Dursley roared.

He watched in disbelief, and he deliberately kept his voice down so that the Masons downstairs would not hear it, but anyone could hear the anger in his voice.

"Uh...... Uncle Vernon, they're—"

Harry's brain was racing, and he had to do the same.

If this matter is not handled today, he will most likely be locked in his room until the beginning of the school year in the next month, and he may not even be able to return to Hogwarts, he knows that his uncle has done it.

However, halfway through the sentence, he couldn't make it up.

He really didn't know how to explain why there was someone else in his room.

He couldn't just say that Carl was his classmate, and Harry knew that if he did, things would only get worse-

The Dursleys reject anything that has anything to do with magic.

Among them, people are also included.

The atmosphere in the room was oppressive, and Harry even felt a little out of breath.

Downstairs, seeing that her husband hadn't come back for a long time, Aunt Penny kept awkwardly calling her husband's name while pretending to be careless.

Hearing his wife call out to him, Vernon Dursley was torn to the extreme, on the one hand, he thought he had to figure out what the hell was going on with the freaks who suddenly appeared at his house, and on the other hand, he didn't want the Masons downstairs to notice anything unusual.

He knew the freaks had something to do with his nephew and the damn jugglers, especially the pointy-eared monster who wasn't even waist-tall.

If it weren't for the Masons being downstairs, he would have almost screamed the moment he saw this monster just now.

He knew he had to do something, and if he hadn't gone on for so long, if the Masons found out about the anomaly, his order would be ruined.

Even, worse—his constant relationship with these damn jugglers might be exposed.

So, Dursley did everything he could, and shouted downstairs in a relaxed tone, "It's okay, I'll come down right away, it's Dudley's TV that has been turned on suddenly for some reason, and it looks like I'll have to find someone to fix it in a few days." ”

After saying that, he turned his head to look at Carl and Voldemort, lowered his voice to a minimum, and roared.

"You guys, I don't care who you are, what are you doing, get out of my house quickly!!"

Apparently, Vernon Dursley thought Dobby was in the same league as Carl.

Hearing this, Karl immediately raised his wand, and when he saw this scene, Dursley was so frightened that he took several steps and almost sat on the ground.

His face turned pale, and he knew how much energy was hidden in this little stick.

But the truth is, Karl didn't look at him at all.

His eyes kept on Voldemort.

The latter's handsome face, which was on par with his, was calm and unwavering.

But just now, he was keenly aware of a fleeting fluctuation of magical power.

Obviously, Voldemort was not as unimpressed by Dursley's unreasonableness as he seemed.

The latter's attitude towards Muggles, and Dursley's performance may have brought him an Arvada to claim his life.

On the side, Harry had never seen such an Uncle Vernon, and in the past, he had the impression that Vernon Dursley, although he hated the magic law, was not afraid of it.

However, seeing his uncle, who had abused him in the past, frightened, Harry did not feel happy in his heart.

Just now, for a moment, for some reason, Harry felt the temperature in the room drop by several degrees in an instant, just as Uncle Vernon had finished saying that.

And the most unbelievable thing to him was that Harry instinctively felt that the chill was coming from Carl's cousin.

Harry couldn't help but look at the latter, his handsome, slightly thin face full of calm, polite look.

Harry felt that he must have been delusional.

How could such a suave-looking person make him feel that way.

......

The room was silent, and Aunt Penny laughed exaggeratedly from time to time downstairs.

Her husband was not present, and she could only barely support herself to maintain the atmosphere, and Penny's heart was about to collapse.

She didn't know what was going on upstairs, but she didn't dare to act too impatient and worried, so she could only pretend not to care, chatting with Mr. and Mrs. Mason as the hostess, and trying to liven up the atmosphere.

Several people in the room stared at each other, to be precise, it was Carl staring at Voldemort, Voldemort was looking back at Carl, Harry looked at Carl and Voldemort from time to time, and at the same time looked nervously at his uncle.

Dobby stared at everyone with wide, puzzled eyes.

He had originally come to Harry Potter for the first time, and he didn't notice that there were other people in the room in a state of excitement, but now, he finally noticed the existence of other people, but because of this, his small brain no longer knew what was going on.

As for Vernon Dursley, he was glaring at everyone present.

If the gaze could kill someone, Carl and Voldemort in the room had already died several times.

However, no one in the room looked at him except Harry.

Karl glared at Voldemort for a long time, and saw that the latter looked like an old god, and seemed to have no intention of killing, and finally gradually lowered his hand with his wand.

For Voldemort, he was completely helpless, he couldn't fight and couldn't fight, God knows what Dumbledore was thinking, and let him look at such the most dangerous demon ever.

It was only then that he finally had the strength to deal with Vernon Dursley, who broke into the house.

Wait a minute......

Why did he cope?

This kind of dirty work is tiring......

Karl looked at Voldemort, at Harry, who was completely overwhelmed, and finally, at Dobby, who was full of curiosity......

MMP......

So, he turned his head to Dursley, apologetic on his face.

"I am sorry, Mr. Dursley, and I am ashamed to have taken the liberty of visiting. ”

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