Just as Charlie was looking out the window for a long time, his thoughts in confusion, the movement in the house opposite suddenly brought his attention back.

I saw the door slowly opened, and a fat, middle-aged man with a mustache walked out with a smile. If I guessed correctly, this was Harry Potter's uncle.

He narrowed his eyes, lit up a cigarette comfortably, put it into his mouth, and took a deep drag.

"That guy is as fat as a pig..."

Russell also turned his attention here at this moment. He stretched his neck and came over, opened his eyes and commented sincerely.

"That's because you haven't seen his son yet."

Charlie disagreed, lowered his eyelids, and answered casually.

While the bloated fat man was enjoying the happiness brought by tobacco, he looked at the end of the street from time to time, as if he was waiting for someone.

Finally, not long after, at the turning point at the end of the street, a well-dressed, shiny-faced little boy jumped out with a schoolbag on his back.

"Oh my God, my Master Charlie!" Russell obviously noticed it and couldn't help but sigh.

"How old is this kid? Russell swears, the difference between him and a freshly baked suckling pig is only an apple."

It has to be said that Russell still has a unique talent for making Charlie laugh.

Charlie raised the corner of his mouth and couldn't help turning his head to look at Russell, but he didn't deny anything.

Almost as soon as he saw this little boy with small breasts, the bloated middle-aged man's eyes lit up instantly. Even from across the street, Charlie could see the uncontrollable excitement on his sagging face.

joy.

He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out with his foot, then walked in the direction of the boy with three steps and two steps at a time. He took the schoolbag from the boy's shoulder and walked toward the house together, talking and laughing.

go.

If Charlie didn't know something, he might have couldn't help but sigh, what a harmonious and loving family.

"Peng."

As the two of them walked in, the door of the house closed again, and everything returned to calm...

"Master Charlie, are you here for this Muggle family?"

"Of course not."

Charlie waited patiently for a long time towards the end of the street where the little suckling pig had just walked.

Seeing that the goal that I had been waiting for had not appeared for a long time, I finally couldn't sit still.

"Let's go, let's go down."

With that said, Charlie opened the car door and stood firmly on the ground again.

First he stretched, then he turned his head and looked at Russell who was carefully following him out of the car, and suddenly thought of something.

"I almost forgot... there are no house elves in the Muggle world."

Charlie unzipped his coat unhurriedly, and as he spoke, he took out a wand about twelve inches long from the inner pocket of his coat.

"Transfiguration!"

Charlie picked up the wand gracefully, and along with the spell in his mouth, the gradually brightening tip randomly drew several arcs in the air, and then moved a little away from Russell.

Just listen to a "swish" sound...

The light of the wand fell on Russell. In less than a moment, the light enveloped Russell. When the light dissipated, he transformed from a house elf about 1.2 meters tall and stooped to a man in his twenties.

young housekeeper.

Thanks to Charlie's extraordinary talent in controlling magic power, transformation like this is like eating and drinking for him.

"let's go."

Looking up and down with critical eyes, Charlie nodded, apparently still satisfied with his transformation spell.

In this way, he followed the path that the little suckling pig took when he returned, taking Russell, who had turned into a human, as if strolling in a leisurely way, and began to look for the boy he had been looking forward to for a long time.

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"Today is the same as usual..."

Harry couldn't help but think, then raised his head and couldn't help but look at the sky above.

The sky is always gray, as if there is a layer of fog that will never go away. Just like Harry's mood at this moment, he is extremely depressed.

He is now in the trash can... to be precise, he is stuck in the trash can.

The whole person was like a folding chair, being forced in by Dali and his friends. Counting the time, the date lasted for about fifteen minutes.

My butt is numb... Harry pursed his lips and couldn't help but think.

He began to try his best to reach his butt, but after trying hard, he chose to give up.

Then he couldn't help but take a deep breath and let it out slowly.

To be honest, he was actually used to this feeling. Dali had done this to him at least five or six times, like this trick of stuffing the trash can.

Without exception, he had to wait until the sanitation workers who came to collect the garbage discovered him before he could be saved.

I don't know when the sanitation worker will come this time... If he comes late, I'm afraid he will be hungry again.

Harry didn't think his dear aunt and uncle would leave him any food.

In fact, being hungry is a common occurrence for him, and he gets hungry from time to time. If he is unlucky and offends them, going without food for three or four days is not a new thing.

"Okay... I also hid some of those biscuits that Dudley threw away last time, just enough to eat today."

Let's take it as it comes, things are already like this anyway, and Harry will no longer struggle. Instead of being depressed in vain, it is better to take this moment to relax.

It also helps me become a more transparent person when I return to that place.

"Hey kid, need some help??"

Just as Harry slowly closed his eyes and waited for the arrival of the sanitation workers, a sudden voice not far away brought him back to reality from the sky.

So fast? Have the sanitation workers adjusted the garbage collection time today?

Harry listened to the voice and was surprised for a moment, then quickly cheered up, stretched out his hand from the trash can, waved and responded.

"Here sir! Thank you, please give me a hand!"

Looking at the little hands waving in the smelly trash can in the corner.

Russell frowned.

"Master Charlie can't touch such dirty things. It's better to call Russell!"

As he said this, he walked towards the trash can.

However, just as he lifted his feet and before he could walk out, he saw Charlie stretching out a hand to block him.

"It doesn't matter, let me do it."

Russell raised his head in surprise and looked at his master in disbelief.

He knew that Charlie had a slight mysophobia. Even his own office was cleaned by Russell himself every day. He would never leave it to other house elves for fear that they would not clean it carelessly.

However, at this moment, Master Charlie was actually willing to come to such a dirty place, and even personally pulled a dirty child out of the trash can.

The expression on Russell's face started to look strange... What's going on? Could it be that Master Charlie has some illegitimate child outside!?

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