Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 11 Dinner at 4 Privet Drive
As night falls, the garden in front of the house at No. 4 Privet Drive is brightly lit.

The Dursleys, a tall and fat man and a tall and thin woman, kept busy within the fence of their house.

Meanwhile, they talk out loud about why they're busy...

"Purges made the right call."

Mr. Dursley stretched his non-existent neck hard, "The Riddle Consortium, they once invited me, but I recommended Purkis."

"Yes."

Mrs. Dursley echoed, her long neck peeking out from neighbor to neighbor, watching their neighbors—not seeing a single one, but she guessed they were behind doors listening.

"Purges is developed now, yes, he is developed."

Mr. Dursley's voice was still loud, "He wants to repay me, he wants to invite me to work with him."

"Are you going?" asked Mrs. Dursley loudly, adding charcoal to the oven.

"Of course I don't, I like it here, and I like my current job."

Mr. Dursley set up the dining table and said loudly, "But I must politely refuse him, because he is my friend, and because it is the Riddle Consortium."

"My God, the Riddle Consortium, a rising star of wealth in the City of London, you actually rejected it."

Mrs. Dursley came to her husband and cupped his neckless face, "Darling, you are too good."

Mr. Dursley proudly kissed his wife, then took a deep breath, ready to continue bragging...

"I want red meat sausage, Pierre also likes it, but there is no red meat sausage on the table, why is there no red meat sausage..."

Their precious son, Dudley, roared angrily, and even showed a faint tendency to flip the table, which made the two of them immediately give up showing off.

"I'm ready, Dudley, I'm ready."

Mrs. Dursley immediately left her husband, and as she spoke, she walked into the dining room and took out the red meat sausages that had been prepared.

At this point, a crisis just came into contact, and not long after, a silver Rolls Royce drove slowly into Privet Drive and stopped in front of Dursley's house.

"Peel, why are you here?"

Dudley, who was clamoring for a red meat sausage, rushed out of the courtyard with a loud cry.

"My father had a meeting, and we came over as soon as it was over."

Peel got out of the car, but he didn't rush into the familiar No. 4 Privet Drive, but pulled out a purebred poodle from the car.

"Is that what you called Jeffrey?"

Dudley picked up the poodle rudely, played with it wantonly and asked.

Peel didn't mind the poodle's cries for help, in fact, he had no interest in getting a dog, it was his father's idea.

"That's it, Dudley, I'm hungry, I want to eat red meat sausage." The thin Peel said, clutching his stomach.

"Everything is ready, come in, Peel, and my friend Pokiss, and his wife." Mr. Dursley came out and warmly kissed several people.

A group of people entered the small courtyard, and the barbecue dinner began.

The man was chatting about work, the woman was chatting about homework, and the two children were playing with the dog. Everything seemed so happy until Mr. Pokis raised a question...

"I heard there was another child in your family, Harry. It seems to be called that, isn't it?"

What Bokis said made Mrs. Dursley stop chatting not far away.

"Um...yes, I mean...he might...probably..."

Mr. Dursley glanced at the closet in the room, rubbing his hands nervously, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

"He was a child with no manners."

Mrs. Dursley said, "Rachel can testify that she has seen Harry."

"Yes."

Mrs. Bokiss did not hesitate to testify, "It's better not to let him out. Last time Dudley had his birthday, he got into a big disaster."

"He talked to the snake and let the snake bite me," screamed Peel, who was eating red meat sausage.

"If that's the case, there's really no need to let him out."

Mr. Bokis's words reassured the Dursleys, but the next turning point was beyond their expectations. "But in the long run, it's better for me to meet him."

"Kean." Dursley wondered, "Is there any point in seeing him?"

"Vernon, you know, I have a good relationship with the boss of the consortium. He intends to cooperate with me on a deeper level, such as letting me enter the management of the consortium and become the core family."

What he said made Mr. Dursley's small eyes widen - if this is true, the Porches family will definitely prosper.

"But my family has a limited number of people, and it's the consortium you recommended me to join."

Pokiss looked at Dursley seriously and said, "Vernon, I owe you a lot."

"Kean, don't say that." Mr. Dursley replied humbly, but his face flushed with excitement, and he was looking forward to what Bokis would say next.

Sure enough, Pokis spoke again and did not disappoint him.

"I want to invite you to join the consortium, and your and my children and nephews will all join in the future."

Seeing that Dursley was about to speak, Pokiss stopped his words, and said seriously, "The consortium is huge, and we must have more nephews in it, so that we can control more wealth, and I heard from Peel that the kid is very sensible. If you are strong..."

"Vernon, this is a boost, we must make full use of resources."

Mr. Dursley was moved by what Bokis said, and he looked back at his wife——

Mrs. Dursley, who was a typist, didn't know how to make a decision. She just gave Mr. Dursley a look of "I listen to you".

"Call Harry out. He should meet Mr. Purkiss and learn to respect him."

Mr. Dursley ordered, and Mrs. Dursley sprang into action.

"We can share food with him."

Pokis blinked and said, "Assistants should be trained from an early age."

Mr. Dursley nodded with a meaningful smile. He had already begun to plan in his heart, but he said firmly in his mouth: "I will not leave Grunning. You know how difficult it is for me to get to this point."

"Then do better. When the opportunity is right, I will propose to let the consortium acquire it. At that time, someone must be in charge of the Graning Company, right?"

Bokis smiled and raised his wine glass. After being surprised, Dursley couldn't hide his excitement as he raised the wine glass in his hand and collided with each other.

"Ding……"

There was a crisp sound, the sound of gold coins colliding.

……

In an apartment two blocks from Privet Drive, Voldemort sat in a rocking chair, playing with a yew wand in his hand.

In front of him, the most central one of dozens of televisions was playing the barbecue scene in the courtyard of No. 4 Privet Drive, and the sound was recorded at the same time.

"Dark Lord, is it necessary to be so cautious?" asked the vampire wizard Daenerys.

"Of course, this child was..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and Voldemort suddenly leaned forward, looking at the thin boy who appeared in the picture.

He was much smaller than Dudley, with a thin face, protruding knees, jet-black hair, and emerald green eyes hidden behind broken round spectacles.

There is also the scar in the standard definition picture, which is invisible but definitely exists, the scar on the forehead that looks like lightning.

"Harry Potter...is it the Child of Destiny, or the Child of Planes?"

Voldemort couldn't help whispering in his heart.

　Exchange the recommended ticket for the life of Dudley, who loves red meat sausages!
　　


(End of this chapter)