The interior of the house is worthy of its magnificent, lavish exterior, with every mahogany floor in the expansive living room as if it had been polished with a stain-remover brightener, and a large chandelier made of thousands of pure crystals hangs from the fifty-foot-high ceiling, shining brightly in the sunlight that shines into the room.

Lawrence, the steward of the manor, led the frightened Dursleys to the right of the living room, rounded a few bends, and stood in front of an elevator hall.

Vertical elevators are generally only available in Muggle malls and high-rise office buildings, and even Harry was surprised that there was an elevator in this building, and it seemed that Uncle Vernon's boss was indeed a very rich guy.

"I'm sorry, Vernon--"

The elevator came to a halt on the third floor with a clang, and when they stepped out of the elevator car, Lawrence, the housekeeper of the manor, turned his head to look at the Dursleys who had only known a flattering smile and said apologetically,

"Mr. Bryan is currently undergoing treatment, and according to the doctor's instructions, he will not see you until about two hours, can you please wait in the parlor for a while?"

"Of course, Mr. Lawrence!"

Uncle Vernon nodded repeatedly, "Everything is up to you!" ”

When the young maids served them tea and closed the door to the parlor, there was a sound of exhalation in the elegantly decorated parlor, and Uncle Vernon, who had been holding his big belly for a long time, collapsed directly on the soft sofa because he was too tired.

"This house is luxurious, Vernon!"

Aunt Penny's excited voice trembled,

"I dare say that if Evan had known that I had been a guest on such a splendid manor, she would have been envious."

Harry lifted his eyelids, Effen was a good friend of Aunt Penny's, and both of them were fond of gossip about the neighbors.

"Mr. Bryan inherited the estate and the rig company from his own father—" said Uncle Vernon to Aunt Petunia and Dudley, "and he was in his early twenties, and everyone thought he would make a mess of a company that wasn't doing well, but who would have thought that he would bring the company out of the quagmire with his ingenuity and diligence—"

In fact, Uncle Vernon had said these things countless times at home, and even Harry himself was familiar with them, but Uncle Vernon always took the trouble to tell everyone over and over again.

"That's admirable--, how did I behave, Mom and Dad?"

Dudley stood up and tried to smooth out the folds in his stomach, but after a few attempts, he knew he was just working in vain, so he looked up at his mom and dad with a disgusting smile.

"Great, my sweetheart!"

Aunt Petunia immediately stood up and put her arms around Dudley, tears glistening proudly in her eyes

"No faux pas, a standard little gentleman!"

"Dad who has seen big scenes with him is just as guts!"

Uncle Vernon giggled, too.

Dudley's chin trembled proudly, and he looked at Harry, who was sitting there without saying a word, and his little eyes suddenly showed a malicious light,

"Oh, but I think one of us here is scared stupid, right?"

"Even if you were scared silly, I wouldn't be like that!"

Harry, who immediately understood who Dudley was talking about, said with great annoyance, and he saw that the Dursleys seemed to be ready to reprimand him again, so he took the lead and said in a swift tone,

"You told me many times yesterday that you are not allowed to walk around without your permission, and you are not allowed to say a word more!"

"Okay, boy, you still have a bit of a memory!" Uncle Vernon choked and muttered, but then, his tone became domineering again,

"You'll know what you're doing when you meet Mr. Blaine, right?"

"Yes."

Harry said sullenly, "Take a closer look at Mr. Bryan's physical condition, and when you ask Mr. Bryan about his physical condition in a clever way, you prick up your ears and don't allow a word to be missed." ”

"Good."

Uncle Vernon drank the black tea in the exquisite tea cup with a grunt, and nodded with satisfaction,

"When the meeting is over, I will tell Mr. Blaine's butler that we have a friend who is very good at dealing with this disease..., and everyone knows that having this problem is a dead end, but Lawrence is helpless now, as long as you promise him that you can come up with some way to restore Mr. Blaine's spirits, he is willing to convince Mr. Blaine to try!"

Yesterday when he heard Uncle Vernon's specific request, the first thing that popped into Harry's head was a pick-me-up potion, it was safe and had no side effects, and it was very common in the wizarding world, and it was easy to buy, and he had drunk it many times himself.

Harry believed that if he sent Ron a letter, he would be able to easily help him get a large jar.

Of course, the biggest question is still whether it is a violation of wizarding secrecy to give unsuspecting Muggles to drink, and whether the circumstances are serious?

On the way here, Harry was still thinking about these questions, according to his guess, this should not be too serious a fault, think about it, how many Muggle-born wizards are in the wizarding world now, those wizards have Muggle families, so what if their family has some problems that Muggle hospitals are not very good at treating, nine times out of ten they will use the power of magic.

Another thing that helped him make up his mind to do so without fear of punishment was that at the beginning of his second year, because Dobby had closed the nine and three-quarters of the platform, he and Ron missed the Hogwarts Express, and he had no choice but to drive Mr. Weasley's magic car to Hogwarts-

You know, Ron's father, Mr. Weasley, specializes in prohibiting wizards from doing anything wrong, but he took the lead in breaking it, which made Harry understand one thing, in the wizarding world, there are probably not too many wizards who are like behaving in private.

"Oh, come and look at this picture, Penny and Dudley!"

The wait was always long and boring, and Uncle Vernon, bored, looked at the commemorative photograph hanging on the wall of the parlor week, and he stopped in front of a gray and white photograph at the doorway, and said,

"This is a photo of Mr. Bryan with everyone when he just took over the company, he was handsome at that time, and many girls in the company admired him..., ah, I was so skinny, less than two hundred pounds!"

yes, just more than twice as much as me --

Harry looked at Uncle Vernon's fat body and nodded with concern.

The Dursleys were full of Dudley's pictures, but very little about the two of them, and most of them were in his bedroom, which and Dudley's bedroom were absolutely off-limits to Harry, and in the years before going to Hogwarts, Aunt Petunia was responsible for the sanitation of both houses.

Looking at the three people who were talking fiercely in front of the photo, Harry, who was honestly sitting in the chair, couldn't help but be a little curious.

Just as Harry wondered if Uncle Vernon was really a little thinner than a whale when he was younger, the door to the parlor quietly opened, and the old butler, who had led them before, appeared again, but with a deep worry on his eyebrows

"Mr. Bryan is tired, Vernon, and it's best to keep the meeting time to five minutes or less.

Uncle Vernon nodded in agreement, and when the old butler walked out of the meeting room first, he immediately turned his head and beckoned to Harry.

"Come here, boy, this place is huge, if you get lost, by the time the staff here finds you, maybe you've been air-dried!"

Harry really wanted to take the Dursleys around Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry so that they could know what a grand castle was, so he got up slowly, walked to the door with a calm face, and glanced at the picture Uncle Vernon had mentioned earlier.

Bang!

As the crowd looked back in dismay, Harry opened his mouth, ignoring the bruised lump on his forehead, staring at the man standing in the middle of the crowd in the photograph and muttering in disbelief.

"Professor Blaine?!"



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