DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Who is it?! It's so late and you knock on the door! Will you die if you come back tomorrow?!"

When Harry came back from vacation, Petunia was in a bad mood, so she immediately yelled out impatiently.

The people outside the door ignored her and continued to ring the doorbell rhythmically. Petunia gritted her teeth with her hands on her hips, and her high heels clattered on the floor.

She opened the door very angrily, wanting to see which guy who has no sense of time came to bother her so late.

However, the moment she opened the door, she and the stranger were stunned when their eyes met.

What kind of eyes should those be?

It is as bright as a pair of black crystal chess pieces, and it is also like crystal pearls slipping on a jade plate. The long eyelashes drooped, as if every slight trembling was slight, like the flapping wings of a butterfly...

The shawl of slightly curly blond hair is covered by a dazzling platinum crown, and there is a faint smile on the delicate face.

"Good evening, Mrs. Dursley. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Clara, Clara Prince...

From now on, we are neighbors..."

"You... hello..." Petunia took a deep breath, touched her face, suddenly felt unreal, these eyes somehow made her have a feeling of deja vu, which made her feel a little Ridiculous, obviously this face is so strange...

"Excuse me, what's the matter with you so late?"

"It's nothing..." Lily smiled casually, but turned her eyes to the room without leaving a trace, "As a gift for the new neighbors, I baked some apple pies, I think you should like it..."

"Thank you, I'm sorry..." Petunia hurriedly took the hot apple pie from Clara and put it on the table beside her.

"M~...Clara!"

There was another exclamation, and Harry ran over quickly with an extremely excited expression on his face.

"You know each other? Are you a wizard?!"

Petunia suddenly became vigilant, and she suddenly thought of a key point, how could Harry have such a friend in Muggle society, they must have come from there!

"No...it's not..." Hearing what Petunia said, Harry shook his head like a rattle, "I met Clara on the way to the station a year ago!"

"Wizard? What wizard?" Lily covered her face, her eyes widened in surprise.

Petunia nodded suspiciously, and then looked away.

"Petunia~... What's going on down there, why are you so noisy?"

After not seeing him for a year, Vernon looked even fatter. He walked down the corridor with difficulty step by step while holding on to the handrail of the corridor.

"Surely this is Mr. Dursley? I'm Clara Prince. I just moved here today, and I live next door..."

A complex look flashed in Lily's eyes, and then she extended her hand with a smile.

...

She had known all about Harry's life these years, either through Snape or through Carl.

When she and James were brutally murdered by Voldemort, Dumbledore did fulfill his promise to place Harry well.

She had cast that spell herself, and no one knew the limitations better than her. She knew that there was a 90% chance that Dumbledore would send Harry to his sister to be raised by her.

But after all, the two of them already belonged to two worlds.

Back then, because of my marriage, I managed to convince my sister who hated wizards to agree to bring her husband to the wedding. But who would have thought that the two men had a falling out as soon as they met—with Vernon leaving angrily.

After that, she never saw Harry again until he was born. When Voldemort went crazy at the end, she had already made the final plan when she learned the magic:

If something really happened to the two of them, then the Potter family treasury would be entrusted to Dumbledore, and he would withdraw the gold coins to pay Harry's upbringing, and he would inherit the treasury when he entered the wizarding world at the age of eleven.

Looking at it this way, under the mutual maintenance of money and remaining family affection, Lily doesn't expect Petunia to treat her as her own, but she can always give Harry a safe and happy childhood...

But... her math is not as good as Dumbledore's!

The old man actually paid him and her directly. Not only did he not pay a penny of the child support, but the content of the letter Karl mentioned is also worthy of scrutiny!

...

"Miss Prince?"

"Huh? Sorry, I was distracted..."

Lily stroked her hair and stretched out her hand again.

Vernon stretched out his right hand to shake Lily's hand, forcing himself to calm down. He had only seen such a terrified face on TV.

"It's getting late, I wish you a good dream! See you tomorrow!"

Lily withdrew her palm lightly with a smile, then turned and left. She just moved here today, and there are still many things to do.

for example……

She returned to her home, looked at the wall clock on the wall, and walked to the oven, the time was just right.

Another deliciously baked apple pie, the temperature of the freshly baked apple pie is astonishingly hot. But Lily took it and walked out of the room again without feeling anything.

Besides the Dursleys, she had one more neighbor to visit.

"Boom boom boom..."

Not long after, Lily knocked on the door of another house with an apple pie. Not long after, with a soft click on the door lock, Arabella Figg walked away with a black cat in her arms. come out.

Mrs. Figg looked very old, with her fluffy hairnet and thick plaid slippers. In her arms, the cat was licking its fur and purring constantly.

"Good evening, Mrs. Figg. I am sorry to disturb you at this late hour...

I'm Clara, Clara Prince, and I just moved here today. I baked some apple pie, fresh out of the oven, you gotta try it! "

Lily's smile looked so contagious that Mrs. Figg thanked her excitedly and invited her to sit in the room.

Lily smiled and accepted her invitation and walked into the house. This is an old three-bedroom room, with knitted covers on the ill-fitting chairs, and a pungent cat smell in the air.

Several cats of different coat colors were running around in the small room.

"Sorry, they seem a little too lively today! Need something to drink?

Hey! Cher, Mr. Paw, you can stop pulling the sofa! "

Mrs. Figg looked a little embarrassed, and she kept waving her hands to try to stop the cats who were chasing each other.

"Black tea is enough..." Lily looked around the room quietly, and when Mrs. Figg turned around, a bright red and blue rose appeared in her hand in an instant...