"Maybe, but not monitoring a psychopath well, that is also the responsibility of being a guardian. I can already imagine your ability. Perhaps this business is not suitable."

Mr. Mason forced himself to endure his anger and barely maintained his dignity and said this, but his wife next to him obviously couldn't stand being beaten up by the cake. She was wearing his favorite dress today.

This kind of luxury is inconvenient to clean, and you can't wear it in the future!

"You rude bastards! We lowered our identities and gave you infinite glory to your house. You dare to do such a thing! Just because you want to squeeze into our upper circle? Delusion!"

It is terrible for women to go crazy, especially when they are blinded by anger.

Sharp and mean words kept coming out of her mouth, making Uncle Frost and Aunt Penny look like earthy, and only the heartless Dudley could continue to eat some of the cakes he rescued.

Uncle Furlong, who was ferocious in front of Harry, looked like he leaned over and was whispering in a low voice and kept trying to explain something.

But obviously neither of the other party wanted to listen anymore. Although Mason was not as sane as his wife, he would never be willing to stay longer. While taking the towel that Aunt Penny was about to wipe, she wiped the obvious stains on her body, then rejected Furlong's suggestion to change clothes and got up and left.

Faced with the two of them getting up strongly, Furlong had no way to keep anything.

He is just a supervisor of Growning Company. He is indeed a successful person in the eyes of ordinary people and the best among the middle class.

But compared to aristocrats like Sir Merlin, the gap is too big.

He could feel the darkness of his future. I am afraid that he could only do his best in his position as a supervisor in his entire life, and it would be a blessing to be able to do his best.

As the head of the family, Furlong, who shoulders the entire family responsibilities, kept lowering his identity and following the two people to explain and apologize, hoping to save them.

But he was only insulted and rolled his eyes, which made him feel desperate.

At this time, Harry was also very nervous and knew that he had caused trouble, but when he turned around, he found that the elf had completely disappeared.

I had to take on this uncleaning black pot.

Dingdong ~

But at this moment, the doorbell rang.

Sir Mason, who had walked to the door, showed a sarcasm on his face.

"It seems that you invited someone else today, so I won't bother you."

"Haha, except for the two of us who were merciful and condescending to our nobles today, we came to your simple and dirty living room, but we didn't expect that there would be someone else coming, probably the same level as you."

The Sir Mason was obviously becoming more and more mean, and all her qualities were lost with the pot of cake that was buckled on her head.

With this last greeting, the two of them opened the door directly and said to the guests outside at the same time.

"Very good, now the Dursleys are yours."

I saw that after I opened the door, there was a boy with a black hair and black eyes wearing casual clothes and a topper outside.

The unique exquisite facial features of the East and the agile eyes make people feel good at first sight.

Even Xu Yue didn't expect that he would come so by chance. Seeing the two people who were angry and ready to leave, he couldn't help but smile, then opened his body and made a gesture of inviting them to leave.

"Hmph, there is something that doesn't know what kind of person is standing in front of you."

When the Jazz Lady saw the visitor, she actually acted like asking her to leave. Although her movements were perfect and elegant and could not be picked, she still couldn't help but feel a little angry.

Do you know what existence you are facing?

A young man who doesn't know the height of the world...

The jazz lady, who was still stained with cream on her hair, held her husband with pride, as proud as a swan without a neck, walked over proudly in front of Xu Yue.

But soon the two stopped, because under the street light next to the yard in front, there was a gentleman in a tuxedo standing.

The other party elegantly reached out and opened the small fence door, waiting for the two of them to leave. The service was quite in place and thoughtful.

Only Sir Mason said in some uncertain doubts

"Ai, Mr. Allen?"

Alan, who was suddenly called, was stunned at this time, stopped the elegant movement of the pull door, and turned around and asked in confusion.

"Who are you?"

"Ah! It's really Lord Allen, it's me, I'm Mason. I saw it at a banquet held by Prince William the last year, and I've also toasted you..."

Sir Mason said with joy and excitement.

I don’t know which corner someone jumped out to know him, but Housekeeper Alan was still a little embarrassed.

However, he was able to climb to his position and had excellent recognition and memory. He immediately showed a sudden enlightenment on his face and said, "

"So it's you, Baron Merlin."

"Uh, ahem, it's hard for you to remember me, but I'm not a baron, just a jazz honor."

Sir Mason did not even point out his name, but just expressed his identity in panic.

The British jazz is an honor awarded by the Queen himself who contributed great contributions to society. It can be obtained by about 2,000 people every year. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is indeed an extraordinary identity and honor, and it is an existence that ordinary people need to look up to.

But this kind of unsuccessful aristocratic title is nothing in the eyes of real old aristocrats, unless it can be similar to Superman Li, but obviously, Sir Mason is far from the guy who doesn't even remember the name of Butler Allen.

At best, you can only make yourself more decent. In front of the name, you will become ‘sir’ instead of ‘mr.’. The jazz lady can just call it ‘lady’. Even if you add the name alone, you can only add the name, but you are not qualified to add the surname alone, because this cannot be inherited.

"Oh, that's it. If nothing else is going to happen, please leave. Please don't disturb the young master's visit to his classmates."

Allen had always maintained an elegant posture, but it was obvious that Sir Mason had read from him the meaning of seeing off guests.

But the most scary thing is the phrase "Young Master"! The other party uses "lord"!

For Britain, especially for people like him who value identity, this kind of word cannot be used randomly. Only the titles of Hou, Bo, Zi, or Male can be called this way!

In addition, the descendants of the great nobles who have inheritance rights have the right to call them like this...

Remind of Allen's identity...

Ma Dan…

Guru~

Whether it was Sir Mason or his wife who had forced himself to calm down, he swallowed unconsciously, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes.

Xu Yue's identity in the wizarding world is more reflected in the "money ability". The wizarding world will not recognize worldly titles and identities.

But in the secular world, especially in the UK, this influence is far beyond ordinary.

The two elites who have a good social status and can barely be called upper-class people. Just facing this title, they feel a huge pressure coming to their faces!

It's over, it feels like we're already cold. Even if we go bankrupt tomorrow, we won't make them feel a little strange...

"Allen, call those two over here. They seem to have a business with Harry's uncle."

At this moment, Xu Yue's casual voice came from the window of Uncle Fulong's house.

This loud noise originally seemed vulgar in Sir Mason's eyes, and it was something that only those rough people would do.

But now he felt so pleasant after hearing this sound.

He is worthy of being the only designated heir to Duke Philip and the son of fate connecting the bridges of the East and the West.

This is called free and easy and noble temperament...
Chapter completed!