Harry Potter: The Dragon Lord Arrives at Hogwarts

"Oh, it's really pleasant, our Dursleys haven't had any of those damn things lately!"

In the living room on the first floor, Vernon reached out and picked up a cup of black tea from the table, put it to his lips and took a small sip, smashing the bar and letting out a comfortable groan:

"Harry, you're right, this time has indeed been the happiest time for our Dursleys.

No

annoying knocks, no letters appearing out of nowhere, no ridiculous guys whispering in my ears, magic and other incongruous remarks.

What's more...,"

Vernon said, picking up a cookie from the table again and shaking it in front of Harry:

"What's the noise?

In Harry's line of sight, Vernon's fat cheeks were squeezed together, his chin was particularly pronounced, and his small narrowed eyes were staring at him while holding a cookie in his hand.

Harry shrunk his neck:

"Uncle Vernon, what should I do?

I don't understand something, not to mention isn't it the same as before?"

Harry's voice was a little puzzled, he always felt that there was something in the other party's words.

"Hmph, I hope you really don't understand

, for the sake of our Dursley family, finally peaceful for a while.

During this time, 'safe and sound', I specially allowed you to have breakfast.

Vernon mouthed, reaching out and picking up a breakfast biscuit again and handing it to Harry, who gestured for him to continue.

Looking at the food in front of him, Harry's thin body subconsciously took a step back and swallowed it with a mouthful of spit.

He hadn't eaten breakfast for a long time since the last time he stole the "letter", and looking at the food in front of him and feeling the hunger in his stomach, Harry hesitated and said: "

Thank you, Uncle Vernon!"

After speaking, he took the cookie in the other person's hand, put it in his mouth and chewed.

"Crunch~Crunch~"

The crisp sound, plus the smell of milk fills the tip of the nose....

It's so fragrant........

Harry had the illusion of "happiness"....

.....

Compared to the side, his father Vernon and Harry, playing a dumb two-person world.

People who don't know the facts must be curious about the story behind the two.

But Dudley didn't bother with these details.

On top of his head, Totoro stretched out his small paws and tugged at his hair, and at the same time a small mouth came out.

"Squeak" neighing.

Dudley was amazed in his heart, because this was the first time that the little one had made such a move since he came into contact with Totoro.

In the past, Totoro either lay still on top of his head or drank in his pocket, and needed enough sleep in his infancy!

"Little one, you hurt me lightly.

As soon as Dudley's words fell, the tingling pain at the root of his hair suddenly disappeared, and before he could react, a soft touch came from his palm.

The body of the chinchilla no longer crouches or curls, but stands up, half-squints, erects a front paw, and pokes ahead.

....

"Yes! Although

he was prepared, Dudley was still frightened.

After all, the inherent impression that the picture that can only appear in anime is now so humanely mapped to reality.

Most of the normal people's first reaction will be stunned.

After all, a wooden man suddenly dances, and it takes time for this kind of shock to the three views to accept!

The furry body shook, climbed into his pocket along Dudley's cuffs, and continued to nap.

....

"What's out the window?"

Dudley took a deep breath and walked in the direction Totoro had pointed earlier, reaching out and pulling open the curtains.

The scene that came into view outside the glass window made his pupils shrink.

Owl.

All owls.

White, yellow, yellow, gray, gray...

At a glance, in front of his small yard, almost all of them are full of owls.

Roughly estimated, the lawn, the fence of the yard, and the roof of the silver-white car parked at the door, there are at least nearly a hundred of them.

What does it mean that owls, a creature that emerges from the day and night, come together so abnormally.

The strangest thing is that these owls seem to be messy, but they are very purposeful and stay only within the confines of their own homes, while there are almost no other houses.

Seeing this scene, Dudley suddenly had a hint of foreboding in his heart.

When anomalous events occur frequently, it is a sign of...

Before he could react, he felt his wrist sink, and the chinchilla hiding in his pocket reappeared, his little head looked out the window, and his eyes that had been half-squinted widened a little.

Dudley looked at the trend and only felt a blossom in front of him.

Vaguely, at the end of the street next door outside the door, a tall, broad-sized figure disappeared.

This illusion is even a real possibility that makes him feel just now.

Someone?

Who is he?

Just as Dudley was figuring out, there was a "rustling" sound behind him!

............

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