Mr. Dursley's mind was now full of old Louis coming with a battleship and cannons to bombard his mother.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, it was just me...... Uh......" Mr. Dursley was cramped and nervous, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

Even a middle class like Mr. Dursley, in the face of a true Roman aristocracy, was actually no better than a mule-horse kneeling clan.

If you don't accept it, you can also write a "My Marshal Grandpa".

Looking at Mr. Dursley, who was standing nervously in the door, Louis couldn't help but smile.

The thought of it makes people laugh.

He didn't embarrass Mr. Dursley, but said very gently, "Now, Mr. Dursley, may I visit Harry?" ”

"Yes, yes." Mr. Dursley said quietly, his fat head snapping rapidly, and the flesh on his chin swaying back and forth.

He had long forgotten what he had just made.

Mr. Dursley didn't care about Dumbledore because he knew that Dumbledore couldn't do anything to him, and on the other hand, he didn't have any idea who Dumbledore was.

But Louis is different, today you make Louis lose face, tomorrow Louis can make him lose face.

The physical kind.

Mr. Dursley winked at Aunt Penny, who understood and ran up to the second floor.

After a while, she walked down with Harry.

"Louis! Louis! Oh, my good friend. When Harry saw Louis, tears welled up in his eyes.

He pounced on Louis like a swallow and hugged Louis tightly.

Louis patted him on the shoulder in embarrassment: "Alright, alright, didn't I come?" It's easy for Draco to misunderstand you like this......"

"Bah......" Harry quickly let go of Louis, and he knew that Louis couldn't say anything good.

With such a joke, Harry was not as sad as he had just been.

"I ......"

Harry tried to speak, but was interrupted by Louis.

"I know, you don't have to rush." Louis patted him on the shoulder to reassure him, turned to Mr. Dursley, and said, "I'm sorry about Harry, Mr. Dursley. ”

Mr. Dursley shook his hand and said it was all right.

"I'm sorry, but I can assure you that it wasn't Harry's doing." Louis stroked the back of Harry's head and explained to him, "But he is also responsible for this matter, so be it, you don't have to worry about Mr. Mason's order, I'll have someone contact him and try to get him to meet your needs, do you think that's okay?" ”

In his previous life, there was a lot of debate about the Dursleys' attitude towards Harry, but Louis didn't care about that, what other people's attitudes were were their own business, the world didn't have that much empathy, and Louis didn't want to comment on it.

But Harry was responsible, and Louis wanted to wipe his butt for him.

After all, Harry was going to live here before Sirius came out.

The best way to do this is to give grace and power, especially for the Dursleys...... In fact, the most important thing is that he is used to this kind of method, blindly coercing is something that only a dark devil like Voldemort can do, although others will obey orders to do things under high pressure, but this kind of passive efficiency is far less efficient than taking the initiative.

For example, forcing people to work in 996, under high pressure, employees are there to catch their breath and fish, and the actual efficiency is really not very good.

But after all, most capitalists prefer to buy cars, but employees are not animals, they are also people.

How did that come about? With a monthly income of 28,000, the company is my home. With a monthly income of one thousand eight, the boss.

"That's ...... Thank you so much! My Highness! Dursley's red face turned purple again, this time not angry, but excited and happy.

It helped him a lot.

Harry, who had always looked unpleasant, was now so cute.

That's how realistic people are.

Lewis was not interested in watching the British version of Ochumlov perform a color-changing stunt, and it was one thing for him to not want to comment on the Dursleys' previous attitude towards Harry, and quite another for the Dursleys to have a crush on them.

Helping him complete Mr. Mason's rig order was to help Harry repay him for all these years of nurturing.

Next, it's time to settle the math on child abuse—but what to do with the Dursleys depends on what Harry means, and it's a sign of respect for friends.

He chuckled and said to Mr. Dursley, "So...... Hopefully Harry will have a good time in the future. ”

"No problem!" Mr. Dursley's eyes were glazed out with a smile, and he grabbed Harry: "Harry will be like our own son in the future!" ”

"Then I'll be relieved." Louis smiled noncommittally and pulled the reluctant Harry out from under his armpit, "I want to invite Harry to live in my house, you shouldn't be too embarrassed, right?" Mr. Dursley? ”

"No problem! No problem! Mr. and Mrs. Dursley said in unison.

……

After all, the Dursleys were still Harry's guardians, so they still had to get their consent to take Harry away.

Harry had a lot of luggage, Louis helped him carry Hedwig, and the driver of the car helped him carry his luggage down to the second floor, and left in the envious eyes of the Dursleys.

To be less shocking, Tom and Jerry stay in the car and wait for them to return. Since they followed Louis, they have saved a lot of work every day - the main Louis is used to reaching out for clothes, and it is really unaccustomed to having to do everything by himself after arriving at school.

After all, Bill, they couldn't have followed him to Hogwarts, right?

Both guys are dressed in crisp tuxedos, and they really look a little bit like that.

After greeting the two of them, Harry looked at the interior of the car as if he had discovered a new continent...... He has never been in such a luxurious car when he is so big.

Louis sat across from Harry, and Diana and Harry sat together. Harry was still a little nervous, but the gentle Diana made him throw his nervousness at Hogwarts.

"Orange juice, is it okay?" Louis asked.

"Okay." Harry didn't know what he was supposed to drink, so he asked, OK.

Tom elegantly dusted his sleeves and pulled out a jar of freshly squeezed orange juice from the wine cabinet and filled each of them with a glass.

Louis is not yet an adult, and drinking alcohol is still not good for his health, so the wine cabinet is actually filled with all kinds of juices freshly squeezed for him by the servants before each trip.

Harry took the juice and began to tell Louis what had happened to him.

"I thought you didn't write to me, Louis." Knowing the truth, Harry was much more cheerful, and he returned to his heartless smile like a big fool, and handed the empty cup to Tom to refill: "I'm dying...... You know, I didn't even think you guys were okay with me...... Luckily, that Dobby said he intercepted all the letters sent to me......"

"You've written to me too, haven't you?" Harry looked at Louis.

Louis chuckled, took the orange juice from Tom, and said with a smile, "Silly boy...... Why am I writing that thing......"

"Not even Miss Wore?" Harry asked stupidly.

Diana's eyes became amused when she heard the words "Miss Woray."

Louis's cup of orange juice fell on the carpet with a click.