Arthur did indeed perform well with Vernon and Petunia.
But that's because of everything he was doing around him.
Eric did the same thing.
The two fathers knew that the Dursleys didn't truly accept Harry, and they were also aware of their prejudice against magic.
There is still plenty of time, and changing mindsets is not something that can be done overnight.
The most important thing now is to be wary of the potential appearance of Sirius Black.
The lavish family buffet had barely begun when the Dursleys' doorbell rang again.
Dudley put down the bone that was now just a few bits of meat left, wiped his hands as usual, and went to open the door.
He was an unfamiliar hunchbacked old man.
The Wayne family squinted at him.
He wore an old suit that was almost faded from washing, and leaned on a cane that showed no signs of wear.
"Ahem—" Arthur coughed and shook his head at them.
They seem to know each other, but I don't know which department they're from.
"Good evening." The old man gently stroked Dudley's forehead.
"Child, I'd like to ask you, which way does number 7 Privet Drive lead?"
"That red over there—"
"What's wrong?" Arthur got up and walked over like the host.
He stood in front of the old man and asked, "Child, is this gentleman lost?"
Leave it to me, I'll get him home safely.
The door slammed shut with a "bang".
Feeling depressed, Dudley went back to gnawing on his bones.
Overall, it's passable, but it looks a bit forced.
Inside the red house number 7.
After Arthur came in, helping the old man in, he stopped pretending.
"Director Scrimgeour is upstairs; he wants to see you." The old man stood ramrod straight, the wrinkles on his face gradually disappearing.
He was Kingsley Shacklebolt, the Auror who personally escorted Quirrell to Azkaban.
Arthur shook his head cryptically, suggesting that their acquaintance was more than just a simple acquaintance.
Kingsley stood at the top of the stairs, watching him slowly walk up.
The house is in a great location, with a clear view of the Dursleys' front door.
Sirius Black obviously wouldn't use the main entrance, so just in case, Scrimgeour came up with a plan.
Arthur tightened his grip on the glass bead in his hand. "Is this Dark Magic Detector?"
"The minimum effective range is 10 feet, but it can also be interfered with by certain magic."
There are no light or sound effects, and it vibrates instead of rotating when something is detected.
It's much better than Sneakoscope; it's a detector specifically designed for tracking and capture.
Scrimgeour took out another glass bead that looked exactly the same. "They're a pair."
If we discover anything unusual, we will know immediately.
He paused, then said, "Arthur, I suspect Black has acquired a wand."
Arthur wasn't too surprised. "How should I cooperate with you?"
"Pretend you know nothing, even though the detector is shaking so badly it's about to crack."
"What does Minister Fudge mean?"
"We mustn't alert Black; we'll follow him discreetly."
I can understand and accept it.
All actions of the Ministry of Magic must be conducted without exposing the Wizarding World, and any risky possibilities should be eliminated first.
It wouldn't disrupt Harry's family's first birthday party for him in 13 years, and Arthur had no grounds to object anyway... Scrimgeour watched him put the detector away. "Arthur, you're solely responsible for its security."
"My family is here, and I will stop Black even if it costs me my life." Arthur turned and left.
Upon re-entering the Dursleys, Eric brought over two glasses of low-alcohol sparkling wine.
"A covert operation?"
"Yes."
The two fathers sat down.
Harry was selecting food at a self-service table not far in front of him.
Ron was next to him, and Vincent, Bill, and Charlie were all nearby.
"Buzz—" The detector vibrated slightly.
Arthur calmly surveyed his surroundings.
There was nothing special about the house; it was indeed a remotely cast interference spell.
Sirius Black is in vastly different dangers depending on whether he has a wand or not.
He destroyed half a street corner, killed Peter Pettigrew and 12 innocent Muggle, and was also Azkaban's first escaped convict.
If they go crazy, they might blow up the entire Dursleys.
Eric seemed to have noticed something. "I suddenly feel very hungry."
Arthur, do you want to come along?
"Okay, the old lady looked so light, but it was quite a struggle to help her up."
The detector vibrated more violently with each step it took to get closer to the buffet table.
After the two fathers had taken their food, they sat down on the sofa to Harry's right, chatting and laughing.
Ron sat to his left, munching on a large chicken leg, while Vincent and his two companions chatted across from him.
Similar to Scrimgeour's description, the probe shook as if it were about to crack.
Arthur showed no unusual behavior and continued to talk to Eric about the SAS.
The Special Air Service (SAS) was originally composed of army volunteers who carried out missions behind enemy lines in North Africa during World War II.
They are few in number and keep a low profile.
Accuracy and efficiency are their hallmarks.
"I've heard that Muggle technology has developed to a very advanced level, and I really want to see it for myself soon."
"After school starts, we'll have a lot of equipment that we can show off."
The area outside has already begun to shrink; all you need to do is wait patiently inside the house.
Seeing that the two fathers were pretending nothing had happened, Vincent and his two children started chatting in a much lighter tone.
"Kettleburn often comes to the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary. One of my old colleagues said that when he was young, he once refused to get off the back of a Hungarian Horntail."
Charlie took a sip of his sparkling wine, looking quite sad. "In the end, he fell down, looking very bad."
Even more unfortunately, he also had his leg broken.
"Hiss—" Vincent also took a sip of sparkling wine to calm his nerves.
Adult fire dragons typically weigh between two and four tons, while the Hungarian Horntail is the most dangerous species among them.
Its entire body is covered with thick black scales, its head has bronze-like horns, and its tail is covered with bronze-colored spikes.
Kettleburn is still alive, and she really should thank the staff she worked with.
Arthur smiled and sighed, "When I was in school, he already had one arm and one leg missing, and he always brought some particularly dangerous magical creatures with him when he taught."
The retirement of such a professor is undoubtedly a good thing for Hogwarts students.
Vincent noticed the expectation on Harry and Ron's faces.
Hagrid definitely didn't reveal that he was the new professor of the Care of Magical Creatures, otherwise they wouldn't be in this situation.
What's it like to raise Acromantula in Forbidden Forest during your school years?
What's wrong with getting a three-headed dog to guard the Sorcerer's Stone?
After becoming a professor this semester, the incredible biodiversity of the Forbidden Forest will likely become even richer.
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