The silver-white car quickly drove up, a brake stopped in front of the door, and the dust kicked up made Harry cough.

"Harry...... "Vernon". Dursley, Harry's uncle opened the car door, his blond hair, his huge size, and as soon as he got out of the car, the tires of the car were noticeably much easier.

Vernon looked at Harry with a critical look and some ill-will, "What did you do this time?" ”

"I didn't," Harry stood up, "I didn't do anything. ”

Dudley and Mrs. Penny also got out of the car, and Dudley ran over like a little meat bullet, "He lied!" He was blown to a tree by the wind today! ”

"Harry!" Vernon. Dursley's eyes widened, he hated all these inexplicable magical things the most, "You ......"

"I don't have Uncle Vernon! I'm going to help an old woman cross the street today! Didn't get blown up the trees by the wind! Harry stubbornly explained, "She beat her with a stick......

"Hahahaha......" the Dursleys burst out loud, ugly laughs, "I want to know which old woman this is, she's doing the right thing - it's a funny story, but Harry ......" Vernon's face suddenly sank, "You're lying......"

Dudley gloated to the side, "Why don't you tell us who that old lady is?" ”

Lady Petunia stood by and watched coldly, she didn't say anything, and she couldn't speak for Harry.

"Yes......" Harry stuttered a little - come on, Harry, use your imagination!" It's Mrs. Fig! ”

Harry did his best, and the answer was the limit of his imagination.

Mrs. Figg - cats, the smell of cabbage, unpalatable biscuits, these were all the key words Harry could think of about Mrs. Figg, and he didn't know why he thought of Mrs. Figg, maybe because he had just hugged Anna's cat.

The Dursleys and sons looked at each other, Dudley smiled happily, and Vernon raised an eyebrow and motioned for Harry to look back.

Harry could only stiffen his head and see a familiar figure with a hairnet walking towards him.

"Kick! Kick and kick! She was yelling.

"Why don't we go and ask Madame Feige?" Mrs. Penny interjected, "Ask if you helped her cross the street today." ”

"That's a good idea," Vernon nodded, turning his head to bare his teeth at Harry, "If you're lying, you won't have to come out of the cupboard until winter break begins!" ”

Harry was depressed and seemed to have to pray that Anna would come and save him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, have you seen an orange cat?" Mrs. Feig walked over.

"No, Mrs. Feige," Vernon pulled Harry over, "but here's a more important thing, did this kid help you across the street today?" ”

Mrs. Figg looked at Harry closely, and Harry could smell Mrs. Figg's cat, and he was hopeless.

"Yes," he heard Mrs. Feig.

Harry looked up at Mrs. Figg in disbelief, "He helped me across the street today, and I beat him up - because I didn't want to go over at all." ”

Dudley stayed there, Madame Feig had no reason to help Harry, was everything this afternoon an illusion?

Mrs. Feige winked at Harry covertly.

An orange cat slipped out of Lady Penny's feet and scared her enough, "Oh! Kick and kick! Mrs. Feige took the cat and left.

"Humph!" Vernon snorted, like a deflated balloon, "I'll let you go this time," he pulled the key out of his coat pocket and inserted it into the lock, "Huh? ”

Vernon pulled the key out, "Why can't you open it?" What's going on with this lock? ”

Penny stepped forward, "Shall I take a look?" ”

Harry looked in the direction Mrs. Feig had left, but instead of seeing Mrs. Feiger, he found Anna hiding in the grass.

Anna threw away the orange cat fur stuck to her coat and waved at Harry.

Harry replied with an OK gesture very covertly.