Promotion and salary increase start at Hogwarts

"So do you live in this house alone?"

Harry looked at the moving workers who were busy coming in and out, and felt a little strange. This boy was only a few years older than him, so there were no elders like him in the family?

"Yes, I live alone. My parents passed away due to illness a few years ago." Luo Cheng said.

"He's just like me," Harry thought, "but he's much richer than me. At least he doesn't have to sleep in a cupboard like me."

"Boss, where should the wardrobe be placed?"

A mover came out of the house and said, "There are several bedrooms in this house, and we don't know where to put them."

"Wait a minute, I'll be right away."

Luo Cheng turned to Harry and said, "Okay Harry, I'm still busy moving now, so I won't talk to you for now. If you have time, you can come to my house as a guest."

After saying that, without waiting for Harry to reply, he walked into the house.

Harry looked at Luo Cheng's retreating back, and a trace of envy flowed from the bottom of his heart. He could not be as free and carefree as Luo Cheng.

Harry walked slowly back to his "home" at No. 4 Privet Drive.

The dishes had been thrown all over the floor, and Dudley had obviously lost his temper, but his fat, red face still showed his dissatisfaction with the reduction in birthday gifts.

Aunt Petunia obviously smelled the danger signal. She was worried that her son would get angry again, so she quickly said: "When we go to the street today, we will buy you two more gifts. How about it, honey? Buy two more gifts.

Is this good?"

Dudley thought for a while, this seemed to be a difficult job. Finally he finally said slowly: "Then I have thirty...thirty..."

"Thirty-nine pieces, my darlings," said Aunt Petunia.

"Oh," Dudley sat down heavily and grabbed the gift bag closest to him, "Okay then."

Uncle Vernon chuckled.

"This little clever guy is counting his profits, just like his father. You have it, good boy, Dudley!"

He ruffled Dudley's hair.

At this time, Aunt Petunia finally noticed Harry coming back.

"Potter! Why did you come back? Did you find out?"

"I have already inquired. The new mover is a boy who is a few years older than me. His name is Luo Cheng. He lives alone. He inherited the inheritance from his distant relatives and moved here. He previously lived in Greater London.

The southernmost point.”

"A boy who's a few years older than you is moving here by yourself? Inheriting an inheritance?"

Aunt Petunia said suspiciously, "Vernon, do you remember who the original owner of No. 8 Privet Drive was?"

"I don't remember that." Uncle Vernon shook his head, "The house has been empty for many years and no one has lived in it. I heard that the original owner went abroad."

"Yes, Luo Cheng said that his relative had been living in the United States all year round and passed away recently. He gave this house to him in his will."

"Hmph! Others can inherit a house, but I can only inherit a debt collector from my sister!"

Aunt Petunia lost her temper again for some reason. "Potter! Put away all the dishes on the floor quickly! Can't you be more discerning?"

Then the phone rang, and Aunt Petunia ran to answer it.

While Harry was cleaning up the remains of the dishes on the floor, he and Uncle Vernon watched Dudley unpacking a racing car, a video camera, a remote control plane, sixteen new computer game CDs and a video tape recorder.

While Dudley was tearing the wrapping paper off a gold watch, Aunt Petunia came back from the phone, looking angry and anxious.

"Bad news, Vernon," she said, "Mrs. Figg said she had moved away and was going back to take care of her brother, who had back pain, so she could no longer pick him up."

She nodded in Harry's direction.

Dudley was so frightened that he was speechless, but Harry was so happy that his heart was pounding. Every year on Dudley's birthday, his parents always took him and another friend out for a day, going to an amusement park, eating hamburgers or watching movies.

.Leave Harry with Mrs. Figg, a crazy old woman who lives two streets away from here. Harry hates where Mrs. Figg lives. The house smells of cabbage, and Mrs. Figg insists that he look at it.

Photos of several cats she had in the past.

"What now?" Aunt Petunia looked at Harry angrily, as if Harry planned all of this.

"Let's call Maggie," Uncle Vernon suggested.

"Don't be silly, Vernon, she hates the kid."

The Dursleys often talked about Harry in person like this, as if Harry wasn't even there, and even thought that he was a very annoying thing that couldn't understand what they were talking about, like a slug.

"What's her name? How about your friend Yifen?"

"Going on vacation to Majorca," she said sharply.

"You can leave me at home," Harry interjected hopefully.

Because this way he can watch the TV shows he wants to watch, change his taste, and maybe try playing with Dudley's computer.

Aunt Petunia looked like she had just swallowed a lemon.

"So we come back and see the whole house destroyed?" she yelled.

"I'm not going to blow the house up," Harry said. But they didn't listen at all.

"I think we could take him to the zoo," drawled Uncle Vernon, "and leave him in the car!"

"That's a new car, we can't let him stay in the car alone!"

Dudley burst into tears. In fact, he didn't really cry. He hadn't really cried for many years. He knew that as long as he cried with a sad face and howled, his mother would satisfy any of his requests.

"My sweet darling, don't cry, mother won't let him mess up your happy life!" she shouted, holding him in her arms.

Harry really couldn't bear the disgusting performance of this mother and son.

"Then let me wander around Privet Drive. The newly moved Luo Cheng also told me that I am welcome to visit his house. At worst, I will go over and help him move things. You will be back in a day anyway."

"This -" Aunt Petunia hesitated. She was not worried about Harry Potter, but she heard that the new resident was a big boy who had inherited an inheritance. She was a little worried that Harry Potter would cause trouble and offend someone for no reason.

A person suspected of being a rich second generation person.