4 Privet Drive, in a small villa.
"Honey! They're coming soon!"
Petunia said that she had put on a light orange cocktail dress.
Vernon and Dudley, wearing dresses and bow ties, hurriedly appeared in the living room and looked at a stretched luxury car and several following cars parked at the door.
"It is said that dear Mr. Potter is very interested in 'Quidditch'. Next I will tell a joke about the Japanese Goyle husband golfer..."
Vernon said to himself nervously.
Several people got out of the car. They looked very young, but no one would take them lightly, because there were seven or eight bodyguards in suits guarding them.
"Repeat it one last time, after welcoming them?"
Vernon said.
"I opened the door to them immediately and said,"
Dudley's fat face wrinkled with laughter,
"Can I hold the clothes for you, Mr. Green, Mr. Finley and Mr. Potter?"
"Then I will take them to the living room, introduce you - Petunia, and pour them drinks. A quarter past two -"
"I announce that dinner is ready."
Petunia said.
"Dudley, you want to say--"
"Shall I show you to the dining-room, gentlemen?"
Dudley said as he stretched out his fat arms to show the way to the invisible gentlemen.
"What a standard little gentleman!"
Aunt Petunia said with a sniff.
"That's right! Then, we should say some compliments at the dinner table. Petunia, do you want to say something?"
"Mr. Potter, Vernon told me that you are great at ball games...Mr. Green, please tell me where you bought your clothes..."
"Very good...Dudley?"
"Is this okay: 'Mr. Potter, the teacher asked us to write about the person we admire most, so I wrote about you.'"
Several people were very satisfied.
Only Sean behind the door looked strange, while Justin was already trying his best to hold back his laughter.
Harry, on the other hand, covered his mouth to avoid the sound of his laughter coming out.
Soon after, the doorbell rang.
Vernon wore a friendly and flattering smile, and Dudley opened the door as if he had practiced it countless times.
"Welcome!"
Petunia said.
Then a boy with extraordinary bearing and fair skin walked in.
"Oh! You must be Mr. Green!"
Sean nodded expressionlessly.
Petunia is an elated, good-looking and wealthy young master... it is said that he controls the largest manufacturing workshop in the entire England;
"Mr. Finley, this way please--"
Vernon is passionate and careful. Needless to say, this man has a reputation. His family history can be traced back to the Civil War in the 17th century. His ancestor, Sir Thomas Finley, was the commander-in-chief of the Parliamentarian Army and an important ally of Oliver·Cromwell.
Although the family lost power for a time after the Restoration, through shrewd marriages and transitions to Royalists, they were awarded the title of Earl of Finley by Queen Anne in the early 18th century in recognition of their financial support in the War of Throne Succession.
After seeing the shadow of the last person, Vernon quickly winked, and Dudley stepped forward to greet him with understanding. Then he said according to the plan:
"Can I hold your clothes for you, Mr. Green, Mr. Finley, and wave, wave, wave, wave--"
Dudley stood there stupidly, closing and opening his lips, and finally started to tremble.
"Sorry, sir, Dudley He must be sick."
Petunia didn't know what happened, but she quickly pulled Dudley behind her and greeted him with a smile on her face.
"Potter!"
She screamed.
"Ah! Ah! I'm so sorry--"
Vernon pulled Petunia behind him again.
Then he also shouted:
"Harry Potter?!"
Harry remembered the arrangement Justin had just made in the car and said nothing.
"Surprised, right? Old Mr. Potter is a good friend of my father, but unfortunately he has no descendants. It was not easy for us to find this old gentleman's distant relative Harry Potter."
Justin explained seemingly casually.
Vernon and Petunia were speechless. Dudley also shrank his head and hid behind Petunia.
Afterwards, the meal for several people was spent in a strange atmosphere.
Looking at their smiles that were uglier than crying, and listening to their stammering praises for Sean and Justin,
Harry knows that his life in the Dursleys has been completely changed. Although Uncle Vernon, who is asking for help from him, is still speechless to him, the days of living in the stairwell are definitely gone forever.
During the meal, Justin pretended to look at the stairwell with curiosity and said:
"It seems that your nanny's treatment is not very good, but seeing this, I remembered that my housekeeper said that there is a family here who always abuses children.
Child Abuse Prevention Association is already looking for it, and we will probably be here in a while..."
These words made the Dursleys's face turn very pale.
This is of course the plan discussed by Justin and Sean, but the final choice is still in the hands of Harry.
He could send the family to jail or make them pay a huge fine.
Harry's face has always been unhappy. After the initial feeling of elation and joy, he continued to ask himself many sharp questions.
He couldn't answer and just wanted to escape as soon as possible.
Sean watched Vernon eating like a zombie, Petunia trembled with the spoon shaking, Harry had a tangled and painful expression on his face...
His gaze became deeper.
Everyone in this family is only immersed in their own world. In life, no one has entered the heart of another.
They are lonely. They seem to be intertwined with each other, but in fact, they are several extremely lonely individuals.
"If temporary escape makes you feel relieved, Harry, we can get out of here."
Brooch said after the meal.
Harry raised his head in confusion, still seeing Sean's slightly gentle face.
In the end, Harry did not decide to tell the truth to the arriving Child Abuse Prevention Association staff. From that moment on, the Dursleys seemed to be trembling and in disbelief.
They returned to Diagon Alley.
Hermione, Ron and Neville were in the car and watched the whole farce through the window opened by Justin.
They were having a heated discussion at the moment, and Hermione and Ron agreed that Harry's decision to let them go was unwise.
Harry said nothing.
In Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, no one came to make noise with Harry, but chose to let him be alone.
Harry saw that the horizon in the distance was blurry gray, and the owl was flapping its wings, but it seemed weak.
Occasionally, a black shop roof would block the eagle flying over in the fiery sunset, and unknowingly, all the melted water from the ice cream in the cup would flow down.
There is another person across the table:
"You choose to forgive, but that doesn't mean you have forgotten...Harry, you are loyal to yourself, which is a great thing."
Sean's green eyes were stained with fiery red sunset, and Harry noticed that his nose had become particularly sour.