Inviting Harry to Visit

Time slipped away amidst Allen's diligent practice. During this period, Allen studied Occlumency earnestly; although he lacked a sparring partner, he was able to practice with focus every single day.

Having consumed the Magic Potential Growth Potion, Allen's magic power grew at an incredible speed, and there was no danger of any magical outbursts.

Of course, balancing work and rest was important; while burying oneself in hard training, occasionally appreciating the wonders of the world was a marvelous thing. When Allen proposed inviting Harry Potter to their home, the whole family voted in favor. To welcome Harry, Mrs. Harris even conducted a thorough deep clean and dispatched Daisy to purchase a great deal of ingredients.

"This child has truly had it rough. Everyone only remembers that he defeated that great dark lord, but the taste of living under someone else's roof must be unbearable," Mrs. Harris sighed while waving her wand to remove a stain from the wall.

Indeed, due to the series of commotions caused by the acceptance letter, the relationship between Harry and his aunt's family had dropped to freezing point—his aunt's family completely ignored him. Coupled with Harry's curiosity about the magical world, he spent most of his time in his room studying his school textbooks, except when Allen came to find him. Under Allen's influence and the guidance of his own interests, Harry had become very diligent.

Just as Harry was reading intently, a majestic and sturdy owl flew in through the window. Harry scrambled off his bed and quickly ran to the table, where the owl, Edward, had already proudly extended his left leg. Harry unfolded the parchment and saw it read:

Dear Harry:

I will come to pick you up for my house tomorrow morning at 10 o'clock. My family is eagerly looking forward to your arrival.

Allen Harris

Harry immediately sat at the table, dipped his quill in ink, and replied to Allen, expressing that he was equally looking forward to tomorrow's trip.

Early the next morning, Harry packed his things neatly, filled with anticipation. He wondered how Allen would come to pick him up, hoping it would be in a normal way, such as by public bus.

The hands of the clock ticked away second by second. Harry couldn't help but clutch Allen's letter tightly. Uncle Vernon tightened his tie, checked himself in the mirror, and glanced at Harry. "Harry, are you sure someone is coming to pick you up at 10 o'clock?" Before Harry could react, he seemed to regret asking the question and quickly added, "We are going to Aunt Marge's house. I hope your freak friends can arrive on time!"

Harry wanted to retort that Allen wasn't a freak, and that they were the ones who were. But for the sake of the freedom within his grasp, Harry held his tongue.

The clock finally pointed to ten, and the doorbell rang at the same moment. Harry didn't wait for Uncle Vernon to speak; he dashed to the door in three strides and pulled it open. Allen Harris looked at him with a smile. Mr. Harris stood outside the door holding two boxes of black tea, nodding politely at Uncle Vernon.

Uncle Vernon narrowed his small eyes, sized up Mr. Harris, and instantly bloomed with a warm smile.

It was not hard to guess the reason; the large Mercedes-Benz logo behind Mr. Harris glittered in the sunlight, and even the most fastidious person could not find fault with Mr. Harris's impeccable attire.

Uncle Vernon enthusiastically invited Mr. Harris inside. Allen winked at Harry; after so many interactions, Allen certainly understood Uncle Vernon's character. Judging people by their clothes first was nothing strange; most people were like that. However, Allen absolutely did not want his father to be looked down upon, and Mr. Harris did not want to make things difficult for Harry.

Harry and Allen ran upstairs with a clatter, then ran back down with a clatter, moving as fast as a tornado. Harry carried Hedwig's cage, while Allen took care of all the other luggage by himself, his immense strength leaving Harry wide-eyed. Allen had to be quick; he estimated that the Muggle trivia he had briefed Mr. Harris on wouldn't hold up for long.

As their car drove away, Uncle Vernon was still waving incessantly. No wonder Allen was so outstanding; growing up in an elite family, he was bound to succeed. Vernon firmly believed that a person with such impeccable manners could not possibly be a wizard.