On the second floor of No. 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, southwest London, the bright sunshine in the summer morning shines into the room where sundries are stored, making the room a little hot.
There are mountains of debris piled up in a mess here. Neither Vernon Dursley nor Dudley Dursley can find what they want here. Only Petunia is the owner here, and she can find anything.
Find it out for you.
As for Harry Potter, who lived in the cupboard under the stairs, he would be scolded by his aunt for an hour every time he walked in.
Penny sat by the window, quietly flipping through a photo album, her face full of memories.
Suddenly, she closed the photo album and turned to look out the window.
I saw a dark-colored owl flying over the carefully tended lilies in the garden towards the door of my house, and a light-colored owl flying to the door of No. 3 Privet Drive opposite.
A second later, the photo album was hidden in a corner where Vernon and Dudley could never find it. Petunia left the room with a bag containing gray-black dye powder and came to the spacious and bright kitchen downstairs.
Pour the dye into a pot and add water to boil, then pour it into the large iron basin in the sewage pool while it is hot. There is an old piece of Dudley's clothes in the basin. After dyeing, it will become Harry's new clothes.
While the dye was cooking, Penny made two caramel puddings, put them on a plate and walked out of the house.
Vernon happened to go downstairs and asked her casually after seeing her: "Where are you going?"
Penny replied: "Mr. Smith came back from traveling to France, and I sent them some creme brûlée."
Vernon nodded and said: "Thank you very much Mr. Smith. If it weren't for his help, God knows when the gentlemen from No. 10 Downing Street would come to fix the street lights."
Petunia carried the plate across Privet Drive to the neighbor's house opposite and rang the doorbell.
It took a while for the door to open, and it was a handsome 11-year-old blond boy who opened the door.
"Good morning, Charles." Penny said to the handsome boy with a smile, "Would you like some caramel pudding?"
Every time Charles heard someone calling his name, he always wanted to touch his hair. He couldn't help it. The old man who picked him up was a patient with severe naming difficulties. When he saw a name on the old newspaper wrapped around him, he picked it up.
Come and name yourself.
He has always suspected that the old man Jack Smith's name was also made up randomly, because these are common surnames and first names in the UK. If you go to the street to buy a bottle of happy water, you will meet nine people with this name.
In the eyes of the residents of Little Whinging, Old Jack, who moved to No. 3 Privet Drive 9 years ago, is a kind, upright, old-fashioned, and occasionally humorous old gentleman. His adopted grandson was educated to be very polite.
He is also very smart and handsome, and everyone likes him very much.
A few years ago, old Jack suddenly ran for election as a member of the Surrey County Council, and was actually elected. Later, he did a lot of practical things for the constituency, so from time to time neighbors would send him some snacks he made.
The Dursley family who lived across the street were the ones who came the most, because they would trouble old Jack to take Harry in from time to time.
Charles welcomed Petunia into the living room. Only then did he realize that he had been in a daze after seeing the Hogwarts admission notice, and he had just left it on the table and forgot to put it away.
Petunia placed the plate with caramel pudding on the table, picked up the parchment curiously, and read the emerald green words on it: "Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Albus Dumbledore. International Magic
President of the Federation, President of the Wizarding Association, First Class Wizard of the Order of Merlin. Dear Mr. Smith: We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed are the required books and equipment.
List. Then a professor will come to your home to explain to you and your family. Vice-principal...female...Minerva McGonagall."
Charles made a smiling expression and said: "This is... a prop... A few friends invited me to perform in a play."
Unexpectedly, Penny said as if she was talking in her sleep: "Hogwarts, Dumbledore...Lily...it turns out that you are a wizard just like Lily."
Charles was silent and asked her after a moment: "Mrs. Dursley, would you like a cup of black tea?"
Petunia nodded, sat down on the sofa and asked: "Can you...can use magic to make tea?"
Charles replied awkwardly: "I haven't learned it yet."
He found that Petunia didn't seem to reject magic, which was different from his previous impression of Harry as some kind of terrifying being.
The tea was brewed quickly, but the two of them sat on the sofa, holding teacups and staring at each other, not knowing what to say for a while.
The living room was quiet except for the ticking of the clock on the wall.
The doorbell rang, and Charles hurried over to open the door.
The door opened, and what came into view was a waterfall of white beard.
"Good morning, Mr. Smith." Dumbledore smiled and said to the handsome boy in front of him, "Can I come in and sit down?"
Charles shook his head and said, "Sorry, my grandfather is not at home, and we cannot let strangers into the house."
Dumbledore still kept smiling: "I am not a stranger. I think you should have seen the Hogwarts admission notice. My name is on it."
Charles made a surprised expression and asked after recovering, "Are you the Mr. Dumbledore with several titles?"
Dumbledore nodded: "It's me."
At this time, the corners of Charles' lips slightly raised, and he immediately welcomed him in. Mrs. Dursley was inside. I don't know what would happen when the two of them met.
Just as he thought, the two were stunned for a moment when they met.
Penny's eyes quickly filled with anger, and Charles suspected that if he handed over the watermelon knife in his hand now, she would chop Lao Deng into pieces without hesitation.
Dumbledore's eyes just changed, and he immediately regained his composure.
Charles poured the tea quickly, took out a watermelon from the refrigerator, cut it and placed it on the table. He took a piece and hid aside to watch the show.
Petunia gritted her teeth and asked Lao Deng: "How did Lily die?"
At this time she no longer looked like an ordinary housewife, but a furious lion.
Charles was frightened, he didn't expect her to have such a side.
Dumbledore said in a deep voice: "I am very sorry for Lily's death. She was killed by Voldemort, the Dark Lord, in order to protect Harry."
"Details!" Petunia stared at Dumbledore tightly, "I want all the details, why Voldemort killed Harry, why didn't Lily hide, why would he find out if she hid, and was someone betrayed him?
What were you doing when you killed her, and what was James Potter doing? And that Severus Snape, wasn't he Lily's friend, what did he do?"
Charles was nibbling melon and thinking, if you give me a remote control plane, the same model as the one you sent to Dali this year, I can take "Harry Potter" from the first to the seventh part plus
"Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" will tell you everything.
Dumbledore found that he did not dare to look at her and said in a deep voice: "Penny, I'm sorry, I can't tell you too much."
Penny, who Charles expected to be furious, pick up the watermelon knife on the table and chop people, did not appear. Instead, she instantly transformed back into the ordinary housewife and said to herself nonchalantly, "I won't disturb you if you have guests."
Just left.
When Penny left, she happened to meet old Jack returning.