Rolf stood outside the door, waiting for the person in the house to answer the door, and looked at the privet road at this time.

Privet Road looks exactly what a respectable suburban street should look like on a Sunday.

The curtains on both sides of the street were drawn tightly, and when Rolf looked over, there was not a single living thing in sight, not even a kitten.

"Hello sir, I am Baron Guernsey, a nobleman who has been honoured by the Empress herself, and it is a pleasure to meet you. ”

Rolf didn't reveal his identity as Harry's classmate after learning the lesson of the last time, so when he saw that it was Aunt Vernon who opened the door, he immediately revealed his noble status, hoping to make some difference.

"Hello, Lord Baron, I wonder what your sudden visit is for?" Rolf's self-introduction worked, and Vernon's fat body unconsciously bowed when he heard that he was facing a nobleman.

"Don't you want to invite me in for a cup of coffee?" Rolf looked into the room behind Vernon, but his fat frame was tightly barred from the doorframe.

"It's rude, please come in, sir. Vernon looked embarrassed and said politely to Rolf.

Once Rolf was sitting down on the couch, Vernon shouted in the direction of the dining room, "Penny, can you get two cups of tea, and send the kid back to his room!"

Listening to Aunt Vernon's meaningful words, Aunt Petunia replied with a knowing yes, and then looked at Harry very indifferently.

"Listen, Harry, now, go back upstairs quietly, and don't make any strange noises to smash people with cakes again.

Of course, we don't have a cake at home now, but I allow what happened before to happen again, otherwise I don't think you'll even have to eat grapefruit. ”

Harry shrugged unconcerned at Aunt Penny's threat, then pretended to want to eat the small piece of grapefruit and shoved it into his mouth before it was stolen by Dalí.

Although he also wanted to hurry upstairs to eat a few small cakes to suppress the shock, he still had to pretend to be pretended.

But before Harry could enter the room, he heard Aunt Petunia's roar coming from downstairs, and Harry was very curious to peek into the living room to see what was going on.

As he cautiously walked to the living room to find out, he saw a person he wanted to see the most.

"I remember you, you came to our house the year before last and took Harry away, I didn't expect you to dare to come?

"Wait Penny, this is Baron Guernsey, have you seen it?" Aunt Vernon looked at his wife with some embarrassment, as if he didn't understand why she was suddenly so irritable.

"What Baron Guernsey, I'm just ...... What?Baron?" Penny said half as if she was stuck in something, like a tape on a card disk, unable to speak for a long time.

"Yes, ma'am, it is a pleasure to see you again, I am the Baron of Guernsey personally by the Queen herself, and my name is Rolf Scamander. Rolf stood up gentlemanly and performed a wizarding ritual on Penny.

As for why it's not a kiss ceremony? Of course, Rolf is unwilling, this understanding is a strange gift that he has not been able to get used to, but fortunately he still has a wizarding ceremony to choose from.

"But, didn't you say it was Harry's classmate?" Petunia hadn't even turned a corner in her mind, and although the boy in front of her had changed a lot from two years ago, she still recognized him at a glance, and she was convinced that she was not wrong.

"Yes, ma'am, I'm Khaled, it's not a contradiction, is it? Even in the British royal family, there are many seniors in the British royal family, didn't Harry mention it to you?"

Rolf asked, feigning disknowledgement, and Aunt Petunia and Aunt Vernon opened their mouths in surprise.

"Rolf!" Harry came down the stairs just as the air was suddenly quiet, and he saw his best friend, Rolf, sitting in the living room.

"Hey Harry, how was the holiday?" said Rolph greeted Harry very cordially and gave him a warm hug.

"It's okay, but I haven't seen you in a long time since I received this new pair of glasses from you!" Harry said with some unhappiness.

"Mr. Baron, I don't know what you came to our house for?" As the two exchanged pleasantries, Aunt Vernon interrupted their conversation as if he had just come to his senses.

"That's right, I think you ......" Just then, there was another knock at the door.

Could it be that there are still visitors to their house today who would come to the door so early?

Just as Rolf forgot that he seemed to be in the rude ranks, Aunt Vernon smiled at Rolfe and went over to open the door to see who it was.

I saw a postman stuff a purple heart in his hand, and hurried to the next place where the letter needed to be delivered.

Uncle Vernon looked at the stamps on the envelope, closed the door with some confusion, and walked towards the house.

I just listened to the big one muttering as he walked:

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley,

We didn't know each other, but I'm sure you'd heard a lot from Harry about my son Ron.

Perhaps Harry has already told you that the Quidditch World Cup is going to take place on Monday night, and my husband Arthur managed to get some of the best tickets through his connections in the Department of Magical Sports.

I wish you would allow Harry to watch the game, it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and England have been missing a trophy for 30 years, so it's hard to get tickets. Of course, we'd love to let Harry stay until the end of the summer and send him back to school by train safely.

It would be best for Harry to get your reply to us as soon as possible through the normal means, as the Muggle postman has never delivered a letter to our house, and he probably doesn't know where our house is.

Hope to see Harry soon.

You are faithful

Molly Weasley

I hope we've got enough stamps. And.

With that, he looked at Rolf and Harry and handed the envelope over.

The two of them held back desperately, so that they didn't laugh out loud, only to see that the envelope was plastered with stamps everywhere.

Leaving only a small piece of space an inch square on the front, Mrs. Weasley densely filled in the address of Dursley's house in very small letters.

"She did put enough stamps. Harry said, trying to keep his tone flat, as if Mrs. Weasley had just made a mistake that everyone could make.

"I'm here for this sir, it seems that you have already learned in advance, I am here to pick up Harry and go to the Weasleys, they are afraid that this letter will not be able to be completed properly, so they asked me to pick Harry up by the way. ”

Uncle Vernon was glaring at Harry fiercely, and Harry tried his best to put on a stupid expression, as if as long as he didn't do stupid things and didn't say stupid things, he might be able to go to a major event that was rare in a century.

He waited for Uncle Vernon to say something, but he just glared at him so fiercely that Harry decided to break the silence.

"So, can I go?" he asked cautiously.

Uncle Vernon's large fuchsia face twitched slightly, and his beard stood on end, "Who is this woman?" he asked unceremoniously, staring at the signature in disgust.

ps: Thank God for the monthly pass~