"Today is an important day," Mr. Dursley said excitedly.
Harry Potter's eyes lit up and he couldn't believe his ears.
it turns out!
Did you actually remember your own birthday?
"Today I may make the biggest deal of my life," said Uncle Vernon.
Harry lowered his head and continued eating his piece of bread. Of course, he thought angrily, Uncle Vernon was talking about that stupid dinner party. It was all he had been talking about all day yesterday.
A wealthy investor became the third shareholder of their company, had a wide social circle in the market, and held orders from numerous builders.
"Just a little bit from Mr. Lupin's hand, just a little bit." Mr. Dursley's nose turned red with excitement.
"I think we should go over the arrangements for the evening again, and everyone should be in their places at eight o'clock. Petunia, should you...?"
"In the living room!" replied Aunt Petunia. "Waiting to give them a friendly welcome."
"Very well, very well. Dudley?"
"I'll wait to open the door for them." Dudley put on a disgustingly fake smile, "Can I hold your clothes for you, Mr. and Mrs. Lupin?"
"Oh, my little Dudley, they will love you." Aunt Petunia was ecstatic.
"As for you..." Uncle Vernon lowered his head and looked coldly at the small figure in the corner of the dining table.
"I'm staying in my bedroom, not making any noise, and pretending I'm not home." Harry replied in a flat tone.
"Very good!" Uncle Vernon's eyes were full of fierceness, "Boy, don't do those weird things for me, do you understand?"
Harry curled his lips and said nothing.
"If I'm lucky, I can get an order in hand before the ten o'clock news. By this time tomorrow we will be able to purchase a villa in Majorca."
Harry was not very excited. He didn't think the Dursleys would like him any more when they arrived at Majorca than they did at Privet Drive.
The original form of Majorca is the Spanish island of Majorca.
After lunch, Uncle Vernon went to town to pick up the dress, and Aunt Petunia cleared the table and went to do the laundry.
Harry was so lonely that he looked like a ghost at home, sitting alone on a garden bench and singing softly, "Happy birthday to me...Happy birthday to me..."
"Hey, I know what day it is." Dudley waddled over.
"Today is your birthday, and you didn't receive a greeting card? Don't you even have a friend in that damn place?"
hehe.
Dudley actually remembered his birthday. To be honest, Harry was not touched at all. Dudley remembered this just to mock himself.
But he was not in the mood to pay attention. He just looked at the bushes opposite the park with confusion. He just saw a pair of huge eyes in it.
He believed that he must have seen it right!
Pretending to use magic to scare Dudley, Harry was once again punished by Aunt Petunia, wiping the windows, washing the car, and mowing the lawn in the scorching sun...
It wasn't until seven o'clock in the evening that he was called to the kitchen and faced two pieces of bread and a pile of cheese.
"Eat it quickly and stay upstairs!"
Harry stared blankly at the huge and delicate pudding next to him, the high piles of butter and violet sprinkled with icing sugar, and then looked at the bread in front of him, and suddenly he had no appetite at all.
But what could he do? He had to eat his portion obediently. Watching Aunt Petunia take away the plate, he sighed and walked upstairs dejectedly.
Then, he saw a strange creature appear on his bed.
The little monster on the bed had two big bat-like ears and a pair of protruding green eyes as big as tennis balls. Harry immediately thought that these were the eyes that looked at him outside the garden hedge in the morning.
"Harry Potter..."
This creature calls himself a house elf, and his name is Dobby.
He is a very nice person and speaks nicely. The only problem is that he is quite noisy. He always bangs his head on chairs, floors, and wardrobes, making loud duangduangduang noises.
Uncle Vernon rushed up fiercely, "Mr. and Mrs. Lupin and their nieces and nephews are here. This is supposed to be a wonderful dinner. Boy, how dare you ruin it all!"
Harry pushed his back hard against the wardrobe to prevent the elf from jumping out, and smiled awkwardly but politely.
The arrival of Dobby the elf has only one request.
"Don't go to Hogwarts again."
"Dobby is doing this for your own good."
Oh, are you kidding? Harry doesn't think this is a good idea.
Dobby's attitude was obviously tough and he rushed towards the stairs.
"No, don't go there, uncle will kill me." God knows how desperate Harry was.
Snapped.
The elf snapped his fingers, and all the dishes in the kitchen flew up and floated gently to the ceiling.
"Harry Potter..." Dobby's eyes filled with tears, "Promise Dobby not to go to Hogwarts."
"No~~~I want~~~~ah~~~~" Harry moaned feebly, feeling that this was the most desperate moment in his life.
"Then I'm sorry, Dobby is doing it for your own good."
Snapped!
All dishes dropped.
The huge pudding even hit the child of the shareholder whose uncle was entertaining him.
Everyone was screaming at such a change.
At this moment, the child gracefully stretched out his hand, raised it gently into the air, and caught the plate lightly.
The huge pudding fell lightly on the plate, and all the decorations, berries, jam, chocolate sauce, etc., seemed to have been released by magic, and fell obediently where they should have been.
He placed the plate gently on the table.
All the dishes gently landed on the plate along an inexplicable trajectory.
The child gently picked a strawberry from the pudding and took a bite, "It tastes good."
"!!!"
"!!!"
The Dursleys were all shocked.
Harry was also shocked, "Witch...wizard!"
Dobby was also shocked.
Bang!
Dobby apparated away.
Harry was left to face all this alone.
He looked at everything at a loss. Dobby had messed up everything, and his uncle would definitely kill him, and even lock him in a closet and never let him go to Hogwarts again.
He even thought that the Ministry of Magic would send him a notice, telling him that he was expelled from school for using magic without authorization, and that from now on, everything in the magical world would have nothing to do with him.
But now he only feels that it is particularly outrageous, that child...
That must be the levitating spell. Although there is no magic wand, although there is no magic spell, he knows that it must be the levitating spell!
And Harry had only seen one person use the Levitation Charm so effortlessly.
I saw the child turning back to look at him gracefully.
He has neatly styled half-long golden red hair, light blue eyes full of smiles, handsome and thin cheeks, and a tall nose.
"An...Anton?"
With a handsome and narrow smile, Anton raised his hand slightly, "Hi~".