"Why should I take this off?"

At ten o'clock in the evening, when Harry dragged his exhausted body, took off his glasses and fell to the bed, he deeply regretted his decision.

The reason why he was so tired was not because it was the day of the cleaning, nor because he had spent the whole day in the garden, mowing the lawn, pouring manure on the delicate flowers in the fenced flower beds, and in fact, the Dursleys had not assigned him any chores.

Rather, since the breakfast meeting was finalized, they had given him an urgent training in order to prevent Harry from going wrong tomorrow when he visited Bryan Manor.

From the way he walked, to the smiling expressions, to the greeting tones, to the etiquette of eating, they tirelessly chattered to him in a manner as boring as the only Hogwarts ghost professor in the history of magic course.

The lights in the bedroom were off, but the downstairs living room was still brightly lit, and there was occasional noise of Aunt Petunia urgently making a decent dress for Harry—before going to bed, they realized that Harry didn't seem to have a decent looking dress to wear when visiting the upper class.

It was late at night, the malls were closed, and now it was obviously too late to go out and buy one, and after all the fuss, for the sake of her husband's future and the family's affluent life, Aunt Penny's head suddenly became many times more flexible, and suddenly remembered the dress they had prepared for Dudley last summer in order to entertain the builder Mason and his wife.

The brand new dress Dudley had only worn once and never worn again, because at the rate at which Dudley's size was expanding, he rarely had clothes that he could wear for two years.

Now, Aunt Petunia only had to cut the dress and sew it up, and she could make two or three clothes for Harry out of the fabric.

"Why should I take this here!"

Harry, who had buried his head in the futon, said in annoyance, but he knew why.

Not only because it was a great opportunity to get his spellbook and broomstick back, but also because he wanted to give the Dursleys an education.

The Dursleys had always treated magic with the most contemptuous attitude, they had always called it a foolish thing, Harry was extremely angry about this, but there was nothing to be done, but this incident gave Harry an opportunity, if he could really make a difference, then the Dursleys might be able to face up to the magic of magic a little.

In this case, the summer vacations he will have to go through before he graduates from Hogwarts may be a little better than the current one.

Harry thought so, and fell into a deep sleep with the sound of mechanical cutting.

"I hope you all figure out the importance of today's visit!"

The next morning, when the golden sunlight was still a little cold, all the people in the house gathered in the living room to listen to the speech of the man of the house.

"This time last year, if I had been able to make that order, we would have been living in a luxury villa in Majorca by now, but due to some accidents, we missed out on that great opportunity to change our lives!"

For the first time in his life, Harry, who felt that something was not quite right, lowered his head, he knew very well what Uncle Vernon was talking about, but he couldn't really be blamed, who would have thought that Dobby would happen to show up at home at that time and throw a whole piece of cake on the head of the Muggle couple in order to prevent him from returning to Hogwarts?

Apparently, the Dursleys were nervous about visiting Mr. Blaine, and on the way to the Breine estate in London's affluent district of Mayfair, there was an oppressive silence in the car, and even Dudley was constantly adjusting the fancy patterned bow tie around his unseen neck.

Harry, who had been squeezed by Dudley's door, was also affected by the atmosphere, and became a little nervous, desperately remembering in his mind how Madam Pomfrey had asked him about his problems every time he was admitted to the school hospital.

As soon as you enter the Mayfair district of Westminster, it seems that even the sky is even bluer.

Compared to other residential areas in London, it is very sparsely populated, and the fresh air is filled with the soothing scent of roses.

Aunt Petunia opened the window of the car and stared with envy and jealousy at the ladies of the famous breed of dogs in the green meadows on both sides of the road, and the life she dreamed of.

At the end of the spotless road, a vast mansion with pure white and gold accents reflects a dazzling glow in the sun.

In the middle of the manicured lawn stood a huge fountain that was sixty feet high, and around the courtyard wall were planted a neat row of maple trees, on which dozens of gardeners climbed up and down, busily trimming the overgrown branches of the maple trees.

"This is it—" Uncle Vernon said in a low voice.

Dudley watched greedily, his fat face distorted against the window, and Harry in a lack of interest, the manor was indeed the most luxurious of any house he had ever seen, but in his mind, the grey Hogwarts Castle was his paradise.

"I'm Vernon Dursley, and I'm here to visit Mr. Blaine, and we've made an appointment—"

Harry looked at Uncle Vernon, whose voice trembled in front of the big iron gate, and suddenly felt the urge to laugh, to be honest, he had never seen Uncle Vernon talk to anyone with such an attitude!

Since outside vehicles were not allowed to enter the manor, Harry had to walk to the manor with the Dursleys holding flowers and fruit baskets.

As he walked along the straight road paved with goose warm stones, his cousin Dudley nervously pinched the corners of his clothes and kept turning his little eyes along the way, but he didn't dare to ask a word, obviously, he knew that this was not a place where he could let his coquettish personality show off.

Perhaps because the owner of the manor was seriously ill, the closer they got to the manor, the more solemn the air became, and even the staff who passed by them took care of the manor had a rather solemn expression on their faces when they bent down to their luggage.

Through all this, Harry probably understood that the current health of the owner of the manor was probably very bad.

"Ah, Mr. Lawrence--"

Uncle Vernon, whose face was dripping with sweat, suddenly cried out in surprise, and he left Aunt Petunia behind him, who was stiff and stiff, and walked to a lean man standing in the doorway, with shiny hair, two mustaches above his lips, and a suit without a trace of wrinkles, who looked not to be too old.

"That's Mr. Blaine's butler,"

Aunt Petunia tilted her head slightly and reminded in a whisper,

"In the past two years, he has often been responsible for conveying Mr. Blaine's instructions, and he is very trusted, remember to be respectful to him..., especially you!"

Harry, of course, knew who Aunt Penny's reminder was referring to, and he glanced at the butler, and for some reason, suddenly remembered Filch, the very unpopular castlekeeper at Hogwarts.

"Maybe he's both doing the same job--"

Harry, who barely managed to squeeze out a smile at Lawrence, thought to himself.















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