I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 469 The Dursley Family

The bell rang outside the door.

With disgust and fear on his face, Vernon slowly walked to the door. After opening the door, a low and gentle voice sounded, "Good afternoon, you must be Mr. Dursley. I believe Harry must have told you that I want to Come and pick him up, right?”

"Yeah, that boy told me, just a few hours ago, it was too much of a rush," Uncle Vernon said with a frown, because he noticed that the old wizard was followed by five little jugglers.

He thought there was only one person.

And now - so many that it's sure to spark speculation among neighbors.

"You should have informed us a few days ago so that we could be prepared instead of... a surprise visit!"

"Oh - I think I sent Harry a letter at least four days ago." Dumbledore said kindly and easy-going, "But these are not important. A sudden visit can bring surprises."

"Surprise?" There was no surprise on Vernon's face at all. If there was, it was definitely fright.

"We can assume that you have invited me into your home. In these turbulent times, it would be unwise to linger too long at the door."

After that, Dumbledore walked straight in.

Owen followed behind.

To be honest, this was his first time in this house.

Although I have observed it from a distance before, I have never come in.

The layout of the room is basically the same as the scene in the movie.

The only ones who don't understand may be Vernon and Petunia!

The real people are more annoying than the actors, and the way they look at themselves and the other little wizards is very unpleasant.

And Harry's cousin, Dudley, who was fat and different from a pig except that one stood on four legs and the other stood on two legs, was even more infuriating.

Among the five little wizards, Coatelle, Ginny, and Hermione are all beauties.

The appearance plus the mysterious aura that comes with being a wizard.

The charm of these girls is simply off the charts.

Of course - as much as Irving hates to admit it, he may be more attractive than the other three.

"Where are you looking at? Pig head!" Ron stood in front of Koatl, staring at Dudley with dangerous eyes.

He is not used to this guy.

As Harry's best friend who gets along day and night.

He knew Harry's attitude towards the family very well.

If Harry had a good or okay relationship with the Dursleys, he would save some face for them.

"I didn't look anywhere." Maybe he was afraid of being repaired by Harry during the summer vacation.

Dudley, who used to be fearless and led his friends to do mischief in the streets all day long, hid behind with a look of fear on his face.

He hid behind Penny.

Although at this time, he was half a head taller than his mother, he still looked like an eleven-year-old child.

Those eyes were still looking back and forth on Irving from time to time.

There was no way - with long silver hair, green eyes, fair skin and that face, not to mention unique in the Muggle world, even in the magical world, there were probably only pure-blood Veela who could compete with him.

"Tsk -" Owen raised his eyebrows, but did not do anything under Dumbledore's kind eyes.

"Have you tolerated this?" Ron walked up to him.

"I'm used to it." Owen shrugged and said, "I can't just poke out the eyes of everyone who sees me!"

"Ahem—" Dumbledore looked away. Looking at Uncle Vernon from his aquiline nose, he then turned to the potted plant behind him, "It has been a long time since I last came here. I must admit that your agapanthus is blooming very luxuriantly. Well looked after.”

Vernon Dursley said nothing. He was also shocked by the beauty of the young girls, especially the silver-haired girl.

But as an adult, he knows that the more beautiful something is, the more dangerous it is, especially when the other person is a wizard.

And something about Dumbledore seemed to make him breathless for a moment. Maybe it was the striking wizarding temperament that Dumbledore displayed, maybe it was just because even Uncle Vernon could feel that he was difficult to breathe. Show off your power in front of this man.

"Ah, good evening, Harry." Dumbledore looked at Harry from behind the half-moon glasses, with a very satisfied expression on his face, "It's so good to see you, so good."

This statement seemed to rouse Uncle Vernon, who snorted heavily.

Then he turned around and motioned to his wife to take his son and leave the living room first.

"Hey - Harry, how was your summer vacation?" Owen waved, and Harry's box immediately shrank and fell into his pocket.

"It's definitely not as exciting as yours." Harry was very excited, but also a little listless, especially when he realized that all the friends in front of him had their own free time, he felt even more lonely.

"I'm just so-so. I just walked around outside and didn't even get into a fight."

"Really?" Harry obviously didn't believe it. He walked closer and said, "By the way, maybe it's my imagination. Have you become beautiful again?"

"To be honest, you have begun to suspect that you have been pretending to be a man these years."

"Haha——" The corner of Owen's mouth twitched a little. As he continued to recycle the fragments of the essence of the Outer God, both his soul and body were becoming more like Zion. This was irreversible, and he couldn't change anything.

Unless he is willing to bear the Disillusionment Curse all the time.

and--

To be honest, wearing a pretty face feels much better than wearing an ordinary face.

As long as the little brother is still there and there are no waves on his chest, he doesn't bother to care about whether he is beautiful again.

"Right - you think so too, right!" Ron breathed a sigh of relief and shouted from the side. He was afraid that Owen would beat him, so he didn't dare to say this.

"Indeed." Ginny nodded. Then his eyes became a little unkind.

His eyes kept looking back and forth between Owen and Harry.

From the moment he walked in, Harry kept staring at Owen except for Dumbledore.

This made Ginny feel an inexplicable sense of fear.

She stepped forward and stretched out her hand towards Owen.

Then under Owen's confused gaze, Hermione took Harry's suitcase directly from the boy's pocket and gave it to Ginny.

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Hermione glared at Owen.

The other person responded with an innocent look.

What a ghost?

It's always been like this.

Just used to it

Oh - he just forgot that the people around him have grown up.

Ginny stepped forward and grabbed Harry's arm.

Last semester, there were fewer wizards coming to criticize the sirens beside the Black Lake in summer.

This is not a moral leap forward for young wizards.

And there was an extra person in the castle who had never been there before.

Miss Granger appropriately stepped forward and took Owen's hand.

A thick barrier appeared between the two best friends.