Douglas prepared his gifts and headed to the Dursley family's house alone.
Through the glass of the balcony, he could see the family enjoying a cheerful lunch together. Of course, that cheer did not extend to Harry.
Douglas stood at the door. Just as he reached for the doorbell, a woman's roar came from inside:
"Don't say 'yeah' in that ungrateful tone. It was good enough of Vernon and Petunia to take you in. I certainly wouldn't have done it. If they'd left you on my doorstep, you'd have gone straight to an orphanage."
There was another burst of conversation. Douglas did not deliberately listen, but he still vaguely caught a few insulting words.
Then the woman roared again.
"...you lying little brat. They left you behind to be a burden on these respectable, hardworking relatives!"
"Like I said the other day, it's all hereditary. Bad blood will show itself sooner or later. Oh, Petunia, I'm not speaking ill of your family..."
Bang!
The Dursley family's front door suddenly exploded...
Fortunately, the dining room was some distance from the front door, and no one was injured.
Everyone in the house was terrified. Aunt Marge and Dudley screamed.
Vernon and Petunia, however, turned livid faces toward Harry, who stood not far away.
Harry shouted nervously:
"It wasn't me!"
He was also wondering whether he should go upstairs to get his wand.
After speaking, he ignored Vernon and Petunia and stared fixedly at the dust and smoke from the explosion in the doorway. Through it, he could vaguely make out a figure.
The dust and smoke cleared, revealing Douglas in the doorway.
There was also a frightened old bulldog in the room. When he saw the person standing in the doorway, he began barking wildly, wanting to pounce on Douglas and bite