The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Harry smiled at these former neighbors and whispered in a voice that only his friends could hear: "This family's lawn mower was bought at a discount in the supermarket. It always jams and sometimes catches fire. Sirius bought the house over here. Mrs. Figg, who originally lived there, was also a member of the Order of the Phoenix. I only found out about this two years ago... There is a small playground over there. For a while, my cousin Dudley and his friends always sneaked in to destroy public property, smoke, and throw stones at passing cars."

Ginny and Ron listened carefully.

Hagrid looked around curiously, and any resident who met his eyes would quickly move away.

Loren and Hermione were lost in thought, wondering why Felix Felicis had asked Harry to bring them here.

The houses on the streets of Little Whinging were very close together. After walking a few intersections and turning two corners, you will reach the Dursleys' house. There are still owl claw marks on the mailbox in front of the door.

Under the gaze of several people, Harry stepped forward and rang the doorbell.

The person who opened the door was a burly or obese middle-aged man with golden hair, a big beard and small eyes. He seemed to have not expected that it was Harry who knocked on the door. He was stunned for a moment, then made an angry expression and shouted in a rough voice: "Boy! How can you take your weird friends without my permission-"

"I just came to see."

Harry interrupted his shouting, "I came to visit Aunt Petunia, I will leave later, and I won't eat lunch here."

This gentle attitude seemed to stimulate Vernon more than the angry retort. His almost non-existent neck bulged slightly, and his crimson face turned red. He turned his head as if he wanted to call his wife in the room. He paused and made way for the burly body blocking the door: "Come in."

Harry didn't seem to expect this scene either. He was stunned in place until Vernon roared: "What else do you want? Do you need me to say that word? Please come in!"

Harry felt that this tone was pleasant to the ear for some reason. He gestured to the people next to him and entered the room aggressively.

The house was not luxuriously decorated, but it was full of life, clean and tidy. It was obvious that the hostess had put a lot of effort into it. He walked through the hall and followed Harry to the reception room. Further away was the kitchen and dining room, where the sounds of spatulas colliding and video games could be heard.

Loren looked around the room casually. A flash of light suddenly flashed in the cabinet and caught his attention. A glimmer flashed in his eyes. He carefully identified it for a while before he realized what it was. He seemed to remember something interesting and turned to look at the burly Vernon with interest.

Vernon was staring at Hagrid, who came in last. Six years ago, it was this half-blood giant who came to pick up Harry. He had a deep impression on him. He didn't call into the house until everyone sat down, "Penny, Penny!"

"What's wrong? Who's here?"

A somewhat shrill female voice gradually approached, and a thin blonde woman came out of the kitchen and hurried to the door. Seeing the group of wizards sitting there, she seemed very surprised, and her light-colored eyes widened slightly.

"Aunt Petunia."

Harry was the first to greet her, his voice was gentle and polite, as if he was greeting a professor at school. It was unknown whether it was the effect of the Felicis Felix or his mood was very peaceful at the moment.

Petunia wiped her hands on her apron, a little nervous and embarrassed: "Harry, you wrote that you would not come back during the summer vacation, and we could not contact you, so we did not prepare for your birthday."

Harry shook his head and did not care: "When I lived in Privet Drive before, I did not celebrate my birthday."

"..."

Petunia did not speak, her posture became more and more restrained, and her expression was complicated.

Harry saw this scene and could not help but feel a little dazed. When did Aunt Petunia start to change? Was it when Sirius moved in a few years ago, or when he saw him just now?

"Will you come back in the future?"

"It's not clear yet."

"Because of that demon... the demon king?"

"Voldemort." Harry reminded in a low voice. This calm and gentle attitude surprised himself. "Voldemort has been defeated, and the magic world has returned to normal order."

"Then you..."

"But he has not been arrested or eliminated. Considering his hatred for me, in order to avoid implicating people nearby, he can only stay in school temporarily this summer."

"This is Ginny, my girlfriend."

Penny glanced at the girl with a tense face and obvious nervousness. A color that had never appeared before flowed from her light-colored eyes. Noticing her red hair, she seemed to think of something and nodded slightly to her.

"..."

The sound of the two people's conversation echoed in the room, as if they were ordinary aunts and nephews. There would be a moment of silence occasionally, but any time they spent together before was gentle. Some difficult emotions seemed to pass away quietly in the calm conversation. It was not a forgiveness that forgot all the unpleasantness, nor a complete break from the past.

This conversation lasted for more than ten minutes. Just as Harry was about to stand up and say goodbye, he suddenly heard a murmur.

"Then you won't come back in the future?"

The speaker was Dudley standing at the door. If Vernon could be barely called burly, he was completely obese. The fat he lost through boxing and dieting last year has doubled back. If it weren't for the height limit of ordinary humans, Harry had no doubt that he could grow to Grawp's size.

He seemed to have been listening for a while. The game sound effects next door had stopped ten minutes ago.

"What?"

"I said, are you not coming back in the future?"

Harry looked at cousin Dudley with some surprise: "I thought you hated me and didn't want me to come back."

Dudley was a little embarrassed: "You saved my life."

"You can't say that. Dementors will only suck your soul."

"Anyway, I should thank you, and wish you a happy birthday."

"..."

The conversation between the two became even briefer. It seemed that for Dudley, expressing such obscure emotions was more difficult than exercising and dieting. In the end, he was speechless and could only blush, and took the initiative to reach out to shake Harry's hand. grip.

So Harry stood up and said goodbye, and the Dursleys sent them out the door with complicated and unclear emotions.

"Hua Hua Hua..."

Three obviously overweight people stepped on the gravel driveway, their hard soles rubbing against the stones, making heavy footsteps.

Before the final separation, Loren stopped and called the mainstay of the Dursley family: "Mrs. Dursley."

"What?"

"There is a bottle of magic potion hidden in the cabinet next to the corridor, right? It belongs to the wizard."

Loren looked at the Dursley family in a daze, thinking of the professor's bad taste, and couldn't help but smile in his tone: "Maybe your memory is a little fuzzy, but I can remind you that the bottle hidden in the cabinet The magic potion is just a weight-loss drug and will not have any embarrassing side effects. You can safely give it to the two Mr. Dursleys."

"I, I know."

"..."

About ten minutes later, there was a sudden burst of air in the deserted alleyway of Little Whinging.

The next location was determined by Loren, or guided by the elixir. It is also in London——

Spider End Alley.