At the Dursleys'

Harry never dreamed that so many wizards would appear in the Dursley family's house. Aunt Petunia would probably renovate the whole house if she found out.

Fred, George, Percy went back to the Weasley family with Mrs. Weasley, while Draco's mother went home alone. Dudley, however, was sent to Aunt Marge's house by Uncle Vernon's train ticket, who said Aunt Petunia was there too.

So Uncle Vernon, with his purplish-red, fat face, kept shifting the cushion around the living room like someone suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder—something only Aunt Petunia would do.

If Uncle Vernon really didn't want to talk to them, he would probably pretend to be reading the newspaper.

Sirius Black sat on the living room sofa with an air of nonchalance, as if he were in his own home. Mr. Weasley clearly felt a little awkward, but his eyes kept wandering around the room, like a mouse in a rice bin.

Of the three adult wizards, Mr. Malfoy appeared the most aloof, his eyes vacant, as if he were deep in thought.

Harry glanced at Draco and Ron, who also clearly sensed something was amiss, but their eyes still unconsciously drifted towards the stairwell—the place where Harry used to live.

The two of them tried hard to find any trace of Harry's life, but it seemed that there was no trace of a fourth person besides the Dursley in the house from the very beginning.

"I said, don't you guys feel hungry?" Harry wanted to ask what was going on, but the words changed as soon as they reached his lips.

What disgusted Harry was that Uncle Vernon actually gave him a grateful look, a feeling akin to eating a Bertie Bott's Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans that tasted like booger.

"I almost forgot, Petunia made some beef pies and mashed potatoes, they're still warm," Uncle Vernon quickly said, pointing to the table next to him, where some buttered peas and vegetable salad were also laid out.

Uncle Vernon's words were like a switch that flipped, instantly breaking the awkward atmosphere.

"Pies? Molly Weasley is very good at them; her ham pies and hot onion soup are absolutely amazing."

"Also, they're powered by electricity, right?"

"Ah, yes, I see the plugs. I collect plugs, and batteries. Lots and lots of batteries. My wife, Molly Weasley, thought I was crazy, but you see, I was right." Weasley stood up and examined the television and VCR closely.

"Look, Ron, didn't you write before that you were interested in these things? Look, their fireplaces are electric too!" Mr. Weasley turned around and beckoned Ron over, looking very excited.

This attitude made Harry and his friends begin to doubt their initial feeling that something bad was about to happen.

It wasn't until Mr. Malfoy let out a cold snort that Mr. Weasley and Harry were brought back to reality.

"Oh dear— Arthur Weasley, have you forgotten why we're here?" Mr. Malfoy's nostrils flared slightly, as if he could see through them.

"Come on, Lucius, there's still a long day ahead!" Sirius waved his hand dismissively. He understood Arthur's feelings; he loved Muggle things just as much, like the motorcycle he'd modified when he was younger.

"Oh, I almost forgot about you, Lucius." Mr. Weasley's smile vanished immediately, replaced by a cold tone.

How dare he! Lucius Malfoy was so angry he almost twisted his nose. In his old temper, he would have already ridiculed Arthur Weasley for his foolish and disgraceful behavior towards wizards.

If he hadn't already secretly sided with Dumbledore, he wouldn't be so amiable.

Arthur Weasley still dared to give him attitude.

"Dad, you—" Unexpectedly, Draco was not angry at his father's rudeness. On the contrary, his eyes reddened, as if his father had just rescued Ron's father from a burning house.

"What's wrong with you?" Ron was the first to get angry; he wouldn't allow anyone to treat his father like that.

"No, you don't understand. My father's attitude, especially towards your father, is like he's shaking hands with your father warmly." Draco wiped his slightly moist eyes.

In his view, this was a sacrifice made by his father—wearing the clothes of a lowly Muggle in his eyes and greeting Arthur Weasley he had always hated.

His father may not have been as great as Ron's father, but at this moment, he felt that his own father was no less impressive.

"Ron, haven't you noticed that Mr. Malfoy's attitude towards me is pretty much the same as Draco's used to be?" Harry explained to Ron when he still didn't understand.

Then, Ron immediately understood that he wasn't slow-witted or unintelligent; it was just that his thought process was different from that of ordinary people.

While Harry was talking to his two friends, the atmosphere on Mr. Weasley's side became extremely strange.

Arthur Weasley knew very well what kind of person Lucius Malfoy was; they were like oil and water when they were classmates, much like the relationship between James and Snape.

He had just subconsciously treated Lucius Malfoy with the same attitude he used to have.

But when he came to his senses, he revealed a strange expression.

A bolt of lightning flashed through his mind—something was also off between Ron and Draco!

Although the Malfoy family are evil, they treat their family members differently than other Dark Wizard families; they are willing to sacrifice everything for their loved ones.

What caused Lucius Malfoy to change his attitude towards him?

Political stance? — Impossible, they have been staunchly opposed to non-magical groups for centuries.

A change of heart? — Impossible, Lucius Malfoy doesn't have that.

So there's only one answer: based on Rita Skeeter's previous reports, Ron and Draco's relationship isn't just that of rivals; it's a complicated love triangle between him, Harry, Draco!

This left Arthur Weasley standing there, unsure how to greet his former enemy and now his in-laws.

"Hehe, ahahaha—the pies are here!" Uncle Vernon scanned the living room first. Although he sensed that the atmosphere was a bit off, he still forced a warm smile and came over with a plate full of pies, wearing gloves. "Hahaha, hey, the dishes are all here, why aren't you eating?"

Sirius just smiled, and Mr. Malfoy, sensing the awkward atmosphere, didn't bother talking to Muggle. Only Mr. Weasley answered honestly, "We have something to talk about. Why don't the children eat first?"

"Hey Xiuxiu! You wizards just love to joke around. I've already kicked my wife and kids out of the house to make room for you. Hurry up and eat while it's hot. I won't bother you anymore, I'm leaving now," Uncle Vernon said, suppressing his anger.

"You can't leave."

"Let's eat together," Ron's father, Mr. Weasley, said, puzzled. Like his son, he had a tendency to think outside the box at crucial moments.

"Hehehe, you didn't understand what I meant, did you?" Uncle Vernon's emotions were about to reach a breaking point.

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