July 29th.

Sunday morning was as bright as yesterday, with the sun shining brightly on the clean and tidy roads of Privet Road, where the colourful flowers of the well-tended private gardens on either side of the road swayed in the breeze.

The air was a little stuffy, and Harry slammed everything related to his Potions homework out of bed, turning over to face the birdcage hanging from the window grille, feeling extremely irritated.

Every year in the past, Harry would always feel irritable at this time, and the reason is very understandable, because the last day of July is his birthday, but his uncle and aunt obviously will not be considerate enough to hold a birthday party for him, and the only way they can celebrate his birthday may be to let him do less housework on that day.

But on the eve of his birthday this year, the reasons for his irritability were a little different.

Bang!

A strange noise on the street outside the window made Harry, who was drooping his eyelids, suddenly get to his feet, and he rushed to the window, and when he saw that the movement was from a garbage truck collecting garbage from the roadside garbage cans, Harry looked disappointed and sat back on the edge of the bed.

"Are you sure you gave him that letter?"

After several days of traveling, a devastated Hedwig was resting in the birdcage when she heard Harry's questioning, her eyelids trembled, she cooed in displeasure, and then hid her head under the other wing to continue resting.

With a heavy sigh, Harry stared at the lights and shadows on the white wall, completely oblivious, and half a minute after he withdrew his gaze, a slight boom appeared on Privet Road... ŴŴŴ.

Privet Road, Little Whinging, Surrey County --

Dressed as a Muggle, Amosta suddenly appeared on the street of Privet Road with a wand in his hand, and at the first moment of his appearance, he vigilantly swept his eyes around to see any Muggles, and when he confirmed that there was no one around, he breathed a sigh of relief, put his wand in his pocket, and looked at the surrounding scenery with great interest.

7 Privet Road --

A few paces away, a bronze sign in front of a house told Amosta his exact location, and after a few glances in front of and behind him, he confirmed the location of the number 4 Privet Road mentioned in the letter, and walked towards it with unhurried steps.

Standing in front of the house at No. 4 Privet Road, Amosta did not rush through the garden and knocked on the door, but stood on the street to look at the roses and lilies blooming in the garden, bathed in the bright golden sunshine, smelled the rich fragrance of flowers in the air, and after a while, Amosta, who confirmed that his heart had completely calmed down, knocked on the door with a smile on his face.

Tuk, tuk, tuk--

Ten seconds after the soothing knock on the door, there was the sound of hurried footsteps in the house, and Amosta stepped back, quietly waiting for someone to open the door.

The woman who opened the door was very thin, but she was very tall, and Amosta was also impressed by her long, gloomy face.

"Sorry to bother you making breakfast, ma'am--"

Amosta glanced at the steaming shovel in Aunt Penny's hand and smiled politely,

"But Harry Potter, who lives in this house, wrote me a letter and told me about the situation and wanted me to come and visit, so--oh, of course, if you want me to change the time--"

The air fell silent, and Aunt Petunia looked at the young man five feet away from her, her eyes turning from confusion to confusion, then to panic, and finally, before Amosta could not resist greeting again, she let out a scream of horror,

"Y-you're coming and see, Vernon, I must be the hell!!"

Looking at Aunt Penny, who was almost crawling into the house, Amosta raised an eyebrow, not looking too surprised, in fact, when he saw that Potter's letter mentioned that his uncle was a long-time employee of the rig company, he had expected something similar to that might happen.

"So--"

Amosta tilted his head to look at the living room where chickens and dogs jumped,

"Can I pretend to have accepted your warm invitation to enter my room?"

.......

In the kitchen, the dining table had been knocked over, and the Dursleys shrank in the corner as they watched the young man walk in.

"Oh my!"

Standing in the living room, looking at Potter, who was almost leaping down the stairs, Amosta showed a surprised expression,

"But I haven't seen you for four months, Potter, you've grown so much taller, do you mean, you secretly drank height boosters?"

"Professor Blaine!"

Harry, who was whirring and panting, looked at Professor Blaine, who had barely changed from the image except for his dress, and his trembling voice could be seen in excitement and excitement,

"You're really here... Oh, I mean, I thought Hedwig had lost the letter I had written, or maybe it had made the wrong person! ”

"Hehe, your owl is very clever, Potter--"

Amosta said with a smile, he moved his gaze to the messy kitchen, snapped his fingers, and then, the collapsed table creaked and twisted the table and slowly climbed up, and the bacon and omelette scattered on the floor spun around quickly to bounce the dust away, and then threw himself back into the restored plate, and when everything was back to normal, Amosta looked apologetically at the Dursleys who were so frightened that they climbed onto the kitchen counter,

"Sorry, several, I seem to have caused you some scare?"

"Little, boy, you... You're really cured..."

Uncle Vernon's small eyes bulged out, and he glared at Harry as if he had met him for the first time in his life.

Although there was a lot he wanted to say to Professor Blaine, Harry couldn't help but laugh at the appearance of the Dursleys, and he looked at Uncle Vernon and Aunt Penny on the kitchen counter with ghostly expressions, and Dudley hiding behind the two of them covering his ass, and suddenly became playful, so he said in a casual tone,

"yes, I got someone to cure him--" Harry nodded, "that's what I promised you." ”

"You... You really are Mr. Brian--"

Uncle Vernon said in a gruff voice.

"It's a young man, Vernon—"

Aunt Penny, who was obviously more shrewd, buried her face in Uncle Vernon's broad arm and whispered a reminder.

"He'll do that stuff of them--"

Dudley also muttered behind Uncle Vernon's back.

"Let's come down first, three--"

Amosta glanced at Harry and looked at the Dursleys with a smirk,

"If you don't mind, we can have breakfast together, and I'm still hungry--"



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