Snape and Ron appeared with Rigg and Ron on on the road opposite 4 Privet Road in the Little Whinging borough of Surrey.

This is a middle-class neighborhood, with small western-style buildings in the midday sun, white walls and various exquisite decorations as if to tell the people who come here that the residents living here are in good economic condition.

The yards of each house are carefully cared for, some are full of flowers, and some are children's playgrounds.

Snape was scrutinizing his surroundings, Ron was curious, and Rig's mouth was opening wider.

No way?

Rig lifted his chin back into place with his hand.

This building ...... Rig looked at the roof in his field of vision, glowing with magic marks, and fell into deep thought.

Isn't this the unlucky house where Nicolame spat out a chimney when he took him back to Hogwarts?

Rig is also thinking about when he is free, and then come back to clean the room of the family and be a Rig version of Santa Claus.

Snape, who had been waiting for a long time, impatiently pressed the shoulder of Rig, who was still in a daze. Rig was instantly agitated, and he walked forward with Professor Snape and Ron.

Ron was amazed as he walked, "Are Muggle houses so beautiful?" ”

Ron had always felt that the Burrow was the most beautiful house he had ever seen, and even when he saw Hogwarts Castle later, he was adamant that Hogwarts Castle would not make him feel at home.

Of course, Ron will have a different mind about this matter in the future.

Ron was so impressed by the warmth and comfort of the Muggle world that he swore in his heart that he would build his own little home in the future.

The patchwork Burrow will not smell good at once!

Before coming here today. Ron had never been to the Muggle world, and his father, Arthur Weasley, was very fond of Muggle culture and products, but Arthur always felt that this was not something that a child should know.

Every time, Arthur secretly went by himself, never taking Ron with him.

Ron looked curiously at the big bird in the yard next door, and the bird tilted its head to meet him.

"Look at what, fool!"

Suddenly, the bird opened its mouth and screamed, and its hoarse voice and human words startled the unprepared Ron.

In a panic, he stomped on Professor Snape's right foot, who was beside him.

A bird who can speak human words is as terrifying as Professor Snape.

The panic faded, and Ron seemed frozen as he clicked around his neck and looked up at Professor Snape.

Snape gave an emotionless smirk, "Nice gift." ”

In his heart, Snape silently crossed out the list he had originally prepared for Ron, and replaced it with a newer, better, and more suitable make-up plan for Ron.

The joy of meeting Harry disappeared from Ron's heart, and he was the sad Ron with a sad face like he had in the Weasley house.

The door locks of the Muggle world had no effect on Rig. Rig just let the wand in his sleeve show his head, tapped lightly on the door lock, and whispered a spell.

The door opened.

Rig and the others carefully walked into this strange courtyard, and they could see that the owner of the house loved the child.

The yard is littered with children's gadgets, from small wooden horses to brand-new small sandbag bags and even a half-assembled slide.

Snape's face was expressionless, and he was satisfied.

He hated and hated Jaime, but Harry was Lily's only bloodline, and he was looking forward to a happy childhood unlike his own.

In the midnight dream, Snape also wondered if the young Harry would meet other wizard children like him and Lily, and start his own life.

But he had never told anyone about it, as long as Harry was doing well, Snape thought with some relief.

The faint impression of Harry's painful childhood before he came slowly dissipated, after all, Rig only guessed that Harry was not doing well, and Harry didn't say anything about it.

Rig, who had a head in the head, stepped forward and knocked politely on the door. Harry's doorbell seemed to be broken, and it was flattened by someone who didn't know what it was, and Rig pressed it a few times but no sound came out.

"Knock knock."

"Is anyone there, please?"

Rig shouted again, this time he could hear a footstep from far and near, and finally stopped in the doorway.

This clatter of footsteps, Rig had heard from his mother, Stephanie. I don't know why, a lot of girls like to walk on tiptoe, and Hermione did the same later.

With a squeak, above the door, a narrow square frame was pumped up, and a pair of nervous and tired eyes looked out.

Aunt Petunia was so tired today, and Dudley had been screaming since the morning to fight Harry again, insisting that Petunia get Harry out of the cupboard under the stairs.

How could Penny have agreed to release Harry, the monster who had beaten her son with some dirty means?

Exhausted by Dudley's request, the tall and lanky woman retreated to her room, saying that she was going to study his company's affairs.

All day, Penny had to do everything in the house, and she really couldn't handle the new arrivals at this point.

Rig and Ron were too short for Penny to see, and Snape was standing too close to the door, and Penny could only see a black silk chest and no one in sight.

She muttered in her heart that the new guest was really rude, but she shouted with a smile on her face, "May I ask which guest it is, I'm really busy, look at my brain......"

Just looking at the fabric on Snape's chest, Penny dared to conclude that it was a rich man.

Rich people are friends, she smiled and opened the door with her hands and feet.

As soon as the door opened, Aunt Petunia looked at the door with her mouth open, the demonic blonde boy who had given her nightmares for days, her eyes bulging, and the wrinkles on her face were accentuated by fear.

Aunt Petunia gasped unsoundingly, her bulging eyes glancing back and forth over Rig, Ron, and the tall Snape, unable to utter a word.

At that moment, Dudley, who had not received a response from his mother, ran down the stairs, and his strong body had gained weight after a week of quiet feeding by Aunt Penny.

Dudley screamed loudly, colliding with his groomed hand, "Mom! Just let Harry out! I'm sure I'll be able to kill him this time! ”

The blood on Penny's face faded instantly, and she looked like she was about to collapse, but she still struggled to squeeze a scream out of her throat, "Dudley baby, run!" ”

It's finally this point, and I've been looking forward to it for a long time.

How could Harry say that he had saved the wizarding world, and Dumbledore had given him such a childhood?

I don't allow it!

Ask for recommended tickets and commuter passes————

(End of chapter)