The bell rang outside the door.

Vernon walked slowly to the door with disgust and fear on his face, and when he opened the door, a deep and gentle voice rang out, "Good afternoon, you must be Mr. Dursley, I'm sure Harry must have told you that I was coming to pick him up, didn't he?" ”

"Yes, that kid told me just a few hours ago, it was too much of a rush," said Aunt Vernon, frowning, as he noticed that the old wizard was followed by five tricksters.

He thought there was only one person.

And now - there are so many of them that they will certainly cause speculation from neighbors.

"You should have informed us a few days in advance so that we could be prepared, not ...... Surprise visit! ”

"Oh—I think I sent Harry at least four days ago." Dumbledore said kindly and casually, "But it doesn't matter, a surprise visit can be a surprise." ”

"Surprise?" Vernon had no surprise on his face at all, and if there was, it was definitely a fright.

"We can assume that you have invited me into your house. In turbulent times, it would be unwise to linger at the door for too long. ”

With that, Dumbledore walked straight inside.

Owen followed.

Honestly, it was the first time he had come into this house.

Although it had been observed from afar before, it had never come in.

The layout of the room is basically the same as the scene in the movie.

The only people who don't understand may be Vernon and Penny!

Real people are more annoying than actors, and the way they look at themselves and the other little wizards is unpleasant.

And Harry's cousin, Dudley, who was fat and piggy with only one four-legged standing, and Dudley who stood on two feet, was even more infuriating.

Among the five little wizards, Koyatel, Ginny, and Hermione are all big beauties.

Appearance plus the mysterious temperament that he has as a wizard.

The charm of several girls is simply outrageous.

Of course – and as much as Owen hates to admit it, he's perhaps more appealing than the other three.

"Where are you looking? Pig! Ron stood in front of Koattel, staring at Dudley with a dangerous gaze.

He's not used to this guy.

As a close friend with Harry.

He knew Harry's attitude towards the family all too well.

If Harry had a good relationship with the Dursleys or was okay, he would save some face.

"No, I didn't look at it." Maybe he was scared of Harry's summer repairs.

Dudley, who was not afraid of the sky and the earth all day long, led his fox friends and dog friends to do mischief on the street all day long, hid back with a frightened face.

All the way to Petunia's back.

Although at this time, he was half a head taller than his mother, but he still looked like an eleven-year-old child.

It's those eyes that still look back and forth on Owen from time to time.

It can't be helped—with long silver hair and green eyes, plus fair skin and that face, not to mention the Muggle world, even in the wizarding world, I'm afraid only pure-blooded Meiwa is as good as him.

"Tsk-" Owen raised an eyebrow, and didn't do anything under Dumbledore's kind gaze.

"Have you put up with this?" Ron walked over to him.

"Get used to it." Owen shrugged and said, "I can't snap the eyes out of everyone who sees me!" ”

"Ahem—" Dumbledore withdrew his gaze. His eyes looked at Uncle Vernon from his hooked nose and then to the potted plant behind him, "It's been a long time since I was last here. It must be admitted that your lily blooms luxuriantly and it is well cared for. ”

Vernon Dursley was silent, and he was shocked by the beauty of the young girls, especially the silver-haired girl.

But as an adult, he knew that the more beautiful things were, the more dangerous they were, especially when the other person was a wizard.

And there was something about Dumbledore that seemed to overwhelm him for a moment, maybe it was Dumbledore's eye-catching wizarding temperament, maybe it was just because even Uncle Vernon could feel that it was difficult for him to show off in front of this man.

"Ah, good evening, Harry," Dumbledore looked at Harry from behind the half-moon lenses with a very satisfied expression on his face, "It's so nice to see you, it's so good. ”

The words seemed to wake up Uncle Vernon, and he snorted heavily.

Then he turned around and motioned to his wife, and left the living room with his son first.

"Hey-Harry, how's the summer going?" Owen beckoned, and Harry's box immediately shrank and fell into his pocket.

"It's certainly not as good as you've ever had." Harry was excited, but a little listless, especially when he realized that all the friends in front of him had their own free time.

"I'm just that. It was just a walk around the outside, and there wasn't even a fight. ”

"Really?" Harry, apparently not believing it, leaned closer and said, "By the way, maybe it's my delusion, are you pretty again?" ”

"To be honest, you're starting to suspect that you've been pretending to be a man all these years."

"Hehe-" The corners of Owen's mouth twitched, as he continued to recover the fragments of the essence of the outer gods, both the soul and the body were becoming more like Ji, which was irreversible, and he couldn't change anything.

Unless he's willing to wear the Illusion Charm all the time.

And—

To be honest, it feels much better to have a pretty face than to have an ordinary face.

As long as the little brother is still there and there are no waves on his chest, he doesn't bother to care if he is beautiful again.

"Right—you think so, right?" Ron breathed a sigh of relief and shouted on the side, he was afraid that Owen would beat him, so he didn't dare to open this mouth.

"Indeed." Ginny nodded. Then the gaze became a little unkind.

Eyes kept looking back and forth between Owen and Harry.

From the moment he entered, Harry had been staring at Owen except for Dumbledore.

This made Ginny feel a sense of fear inexplicably.

She stepped forward and held out her hand to Owen.

Then, under Owen's puzzled gaze, Hermione took Harry's suitcase directly from the boy's pocket and gave it to Ginny.

“.”

Hermione glared at Owen.

And the other party gave an innocent look in return.

Ghost of the horse?

It used to be like this.

I'm just used to it

Oh - he just forgot, the people around him, all grown up.

Ginny stepped forward and grabbed Harry's arm.

Last semester, there were fewer witches who came to criticize the Krakens by the Black Lagoon in the summer.

This is not a leap forward in the moral level of young wizards.

And there is an extra person in the castle who has never been there before.

Miss Granger stepped forward and took Owen's hand.

A thick barrier appeared between the two best friends.

At this point, Harry finally reacted.

After all, I have been in love with Ginny for most of the semester, and I still have this eyesight.

His cheeks twitched unnaturally, and then he immediately wanted to change the subject, he looked at Dumbledore and asked in a slightly anxious tone, "Shall we go now?" Professor? ”

"Let's go?" Dumbledore said, "Of course, Harry. But not now, there's one thing I need to discuss with your aunt and uncle first. ”

"Things?" Harry was a little confused.

"That's right." Dumbledore said briefly, "That's right. ”

He suddenly drew his wand, and no one on the side noticed.

With a flick of the wand, the sofa in the living room suddenly became larger, and even the entire living room became a little wider.

He put away his wand and said cheerfully, "So we can all sit down comfortably." ”

His voice had just fallen. Owen pulled Hermione into the couch.

Dumbledore smiled and followed.

Everyone else followed, even if Harry was reluctant, but he sat patiently on the couch.

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley stand at the junction of the kitchen and living room.

They had dark faces and looked overwhelmed.

Now, they seem to be guests, and the group of children and old people in the living room seem to be the hosts.

"I thought you were going to treat me to something." Dumbledore said to Vernon, "Well-that's fine, I can treat you to some of our drinks." ”

The old headmaster, with a wave of his wand again, appeared in the air with a dirty wine bottle and several glasses.

The bottle automatically turned to its side and filled each cup with a honey-colored liquid, and the cups floated to everyone in the room.

"Madame Rosmerta's finest oak-ripening mead." Dumbledore said.

Everyone raised their glasses and took a sip.

It's too sweet – that's the only flavor Owen can feel.

Only an old wizard like Dumbledore, who doesn't get diabetes, likes this kind of thing.

Hermione: They all thought it was too sweet.

Compared to the milk tea sold by Owen, this kind of drink has no market at all.

There are only a few old owners left in Hogsmeade who will buy it.

Vernon and Penny also sat on the couch, separated from them by some distance.

"Alright, now let's get down to business." Dumbledore put down his glass and said, "Maybe you don't realize it, but Harry will be an adult in a year-"

"No!" Aunt Petunia said that it was the first time she had spoken since Dumbledore's arrival.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Dumbledore asked politely.

"No, he's not an adult, he's a month younger than Dudley, and Dudley won't be eighteen until the year after."

Harry looked at his aunt in surprise.

He never knew that this woman even remembered her birthday?

"Ahh ”

"Hmph—ridiculous." Vernon muttered, but Dumbledore ignored him.

"You should have known it for a long time. Today, that wizard named Voldemort has caused many riots and murders around the world.

The United States as a whole is just emerging from the chaos.

Although it is not his own strength, it is okay to say that he conquered a country. ”

"He captured America?" Vernon looked incredulous, "Ridiculous—ridiculous. How is it possible that the United States is at war? There is no news at all."

"Ahem—" His voice drew a slight cough from Owen, and subconsciously Vernon looked at him.

Then, lying lazily on the couch, Owen stretched out his hand and pointed to a newspaper on the table in front of him.

There were many things on the table in the living room, newspapers, ashtrays, and some mail.

The mail came from a bank, the Bank of Passage.

Presumably, Vernon's company had some business dealings with the bank.

Following the direction of Owen's finger, Vernon shifted his gaze to the British Economic Journal on the table.

Newspapers reported on the events of the Great Depression in the United States with bold headlines.

“.” Uncle Vernon felt like he was choking, his face flushed, and then he became angry. A pair of small eyes widened hard, "You guys did all this?" Damn, the war of wizards has affected our business! ”

"A batch of drilling rigs from our Graning company rotted in the United States, and we couldn't get paid." He roared, "It's all your fault! ”

"Rig?" Ron, who was sitting on the other side of the couch, spoke.

"A kind of mechanical equipment that drives drilling tools to drill underground and obtain physical geological data." Owen explained.

"Drilling?"

"Muggles still have such machines." Ron was a little curious, he knew more about Muggle machines than most wizards, television, movies, and radio.

But rigs, he really hadn't heard of them.

Also, this device does not appear in life.

"So, you're going to lose your job?" Harry gloated, "No wonder Sirius had a big fight with you, you can still allow me to live here, he must have paid for it, right?" ”

"That's what we deserve, we've raised you for more than ten years. You have no conscience."

At the right moment, Vernon's wheat was shut down.

After a pause of three or four seconds, it unraveled again.

"Words, sir." Owen glanced at him and said. "If you curse, you will rot your tongue."

Vernon shuddered at the girl's threat.

Then he swallowed the noun back to his lips.

Dumbledore shook his head, the Dursleys' attitude towards Harry was even worse than he had imagined, "Alright, let's get down to business. ”

"Well, as you know, Voldemort has tried to kill Harry many times, and Harry is in a more dangerous situation now than he was fifteen years ago when I put him on the steps of your house. At that time I left a letter explaining that his parents had been killed and that I hoped that you would take care of him as if he were your own children. ”

Dumbledore paused, and although his voice was still so relaxed and calm, and his face didn't show the slightest hint of anger, Harry felt a chill emanating from him, and the Dursleys suddenly shivered.

"You didn't do what I said, you never treated Harry as your own son. All he gets in your hands is neglect and regular abuse. Luckily for him, he at least escaped the terrible hurt you did to the hapless boy sitting among you. ”

"We mistreated Dudley? What are you......" Uncle Vernon said angrily.

"Of course it's about you raising your son to be a pig." Owen said with a cruel smile.

"You" Vernon wanted to have a seizure.

But Dumbledore raised a hand to signal silence, and the room fell silent, as if he had suddenly turned Uncle Vernon dumb.

"The magic I cast fifteen years ago meant that Harry would be protected while he could still call this place home. No matter how miserable, how unpopular, how mistreated he is here, you at least reluctantly give him a place to stay. Dumbledore continued, "When Harry turns seventeen, that is, when he becomes a man, the spell will be invalid and he will leave here. So, I just ask for one thing: you allow Harry to return to this home again before his seventeenth birthday, and that will ensure that that protective power will last until then. ”

Vernon's face was ugly, as if Dumbledore was going to shove a bomb into their house.

Penny's eyes were a little complicated, and she looked at Harry and then at the other young wizards present.

Especially the pretty red-haired girl sitting next to Harry.

His nephew never said that he had a girlfriend.

And there are other children.

She couldn't help but think of her own children.

How could Dudley have such a good friend, combined with what Dumbledore said just now, Harry was targeted by a murderer who defeated the United States, and his friend was willing to come.

If this had been on Dudley, his fox friends would have disappeared long ago.

Thinking back to the things he had spoiled in the past, it seemed that he had indeed abused him.

Vernon was still hesitating, he didn't want Harry to stay at their house at all.

But.

Harry was right, he was about to lose his job.

Two months ago, the company suddenly promoted him from supervisor to manager.

He was originally happy to take his family out to celebrate. But it turned out that several batches of drilling rigs produced by the company were exported to the United States, Egypt, and several African countries, and no final payment was received.

For some reason, it was as if suddenly the world had entered a financial crisis, and many projects were suspended.

The company where he worked, Granning, was suddenly in financial crisis.

The company arranged for him to be promoted so that he could be responsible for communicating with the bank and getting a loan.

If he doesn't, he will be fired from the company, and then the executives will put all the problems of the company's operation on his head. Then a large number of people were laid off and the factories were closed.

He has been busy negotiating with the bank for a month.

But the results were small.

No bank would be foolish enough to lend money to such a company with huge financial problems.

He's about to lose his job.

Harry was right, his murderous godfather had a big fight with him, and he was able to keep him because of a large sum of gold.

"You look struggling?" Owen raised an eyebrow and looked at Vernon, "Because I didn't get enough benefits, did I?" ”

“.”

Vernon, who was debunked by Owen's dirty thoughts in his heart, turned red and white.

"Hmph—" the boy continued with a disdainful glance, "I saw that mail on your desk. ”

"Bank of Access - your company probably wants to get a loan."

Owen pointed to Dumbledore on the side, and then said in a strange tone, "The one in front of you is the Chairman's - um- lover of the Chairman of the Joint Board of Directors of the Bank of Passages." ”

(End of chapter)