The Dursleys' house was not small, and it was very much in line with Vernon's status as a director of a company, and in those days, the British middle class who had not experienced the economics of some iron lady still had a little money.

The neighbors' houses resembled those of the Dursleys, lined up one after the other, standing on the Privet Road side.

With two heavy iron bars in the second-floor windows of the Dursleys' house, Louis knew at a glance that Dobby was done.

Maybe the timeline is a little different, it's Harry's birthday......

Since Diana's right glove didn't know where it had fallen, she planned to stay in the car to find the glove and let Louis knock on the door first.

Louis knocked politely at the door, and in a moment the door opened, and he was greeted by a tall, burly man, so fat that he barely had a neck. He had thick dark hair on his head, a big red face, and a beard under his nose that could even rival that of a loving father.

It should be Harry's uncle, Vernon Dursley.

Mr. Dursley's small eyes rolled around in a nutshell, and then he looked down and saw Louis.

Will it be Dudley's classmates? Why does it look familiar...... Mr. Dursley pondered in his heart that the young man in front of him, both in dress and temperament, was obviously not accessible to his class.

"Hello, is this Vernon Dursley's home?" Louis bowed politely, "I'm sorry to bother you at this time." ”

"Oh, oh, it's okay, it's okay." Mr. Dursley's fat hand swayed, and the proper language and elegant demeanor of the young man in front of him made him feel very comfortable communicating with this young man.

"Are you looking for Dudley? This little gentleman? He asked.

"Well, I'm sorry, but allow me to introduce myself, I'm a Harry Potter classmate."

Louis was about to report himself, but when Mr. Dursley heard that he was "a classmate of Harry Potter", his already red face suddenly turned purple.

He waved his two thick arms and looked angry.

Carried away by his anger, he had completely forgotten the judgment he had just made about Louis.

"Hah...... It's actually that freak classmate, and it seems that you're also the kind of freak who plays acrobatic tricks, right? Mr. Dursley's words were harsh, squinting at his green bean eyes and looking angry like a hippopotamus bitten by a crocodile: "I will not allow any little freak to enter this house and have any communication with that little brute!" When hell freezes over! ”

"Even if you let your freak head, the old madman, come over in person, I won't let that little brute step out of this room! What's more, it's you! I'll never let you see him! Never! ”

"Acquaintances, get out of here, or I'll call the police!" Mr. Dursley's threatening words slammed the door shut.

Inside the room, Aunt Penny asked, "What's wrong Vernon, who's out there?" ”

"It's that little brute's freak classmate!" Mr. Dursley gasped, like an angry bull.

"Dad, I'll just say it's a problem for him to stay at home, you see, freaks are always attracted to each other." Dudley also added oil and vinegar to the side.

"That little brute, ruined my important order! Mrs. Mason is so insulted, how can her husband still take care of my business! Blame him! Damn it......" Mr. Dursley was still angry: "No matter what this freak little boy of his says, he never wants to see that little brute!" I said it! ”

The knock on the door rang again.

"Leave him alone!" Mr. Dursley waved his hand and went on to eat Aunt Penny's cut grapefruit.

"I'll take a look." Aunt Petunia was not at ease, she knew that the little wizard was not allowed to cast magic outside at will, but what if the other party took a risk?

She stood up and walked to the door to open it.

What appeared before her was not the "little freak" that Mr. Dursley had just mentioned, but a long, graceful and elegant woman.

She recognized the other person's identity almost instantly-

How could it not be recognized? I watch it on TV every day.

"Temple, hall, hall, hall...... Your Highness, why are you here? Aunt Petunia stammered, this thing was so shocking, who would have thought that the big people who were usually high up would actually appear in front of their house?

It is true that the current Obiki is a constitutional monarchy, but even if you don't have that status, think about it, suddenly one day Michael Jackson or Messi Ronaldo suddenly appear in front of your house, how would you react?

What's more, these three coffee positions are still a little worse than Concubine Dai's...... Especially for the British.

"Hello, Ms. Dursley." Diana stretched out her hand: "Introduce yourself, I'm Diana Spencer, I'm sorry, my brother doesn't know how to be polite and angered your husband, I hope you don't blame it." ”

Aunt Penny trembled with excitement, she wiped her hands on the apron in front of her very inappropriately, and then shook Diana's outstretched hand: "How can it be, Your Highness, it is our honor that you can come to our house. ”

At this time, Mr. Dursley also came out of the kitchen, shouting as he went, "Penny! Penny! What happened? Did that little freak play his juggling tricks? Damn, they should have expelled him from that juggling school! ”

As he was shouting, he looked up to see Penny looking at him with embarrassment and horror, and then looked to the side, he saw Diana's soft face.

He hiccuped and almost suffocated himself to death without taking a breath.

"Your Royal Highness, Your Highness...... is really worthy of a family, as the so-called is not a family does not enter the door, he is the same as Penny.

"This is Mr. Dursley." Diana's smile was still soft, but her words were sharp: "I hope the little freak in your mouth will not be my precious brother." ”

"Hah...... You are mistaken...... You misunderstood......" Mr. Dursley wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve: "Please come in, please come in, I was talking about my wife's nephew who is not a ......"

At this time, Louis also appeared in front of Mr. Dursley.

"You seem to be in a bit of a hurry, Mr. Dursley." Louis bowed gracefully: "I haven't finished introducing myself yet...... I'm Louis Mountbatten, Harry's classmate. ”

Mr. Dursley's heart twitched.

This name can be said to be known to everyone from Ireland to Khitan...... And the owner of this name passed on his name to his favorite little grandson.

It must be that master, right?

Mr. Dursley really hated his quick mouth now, and if he could, he would have traveled back to the moment when he had just shot himself.

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