Chapter 152 The Pudding that Fell From the Sky

Number four, Privet Drive, the Dursleys' house.

"Today is an important day," said Mr. Dursley excitedly.

Harry Potter's eyes lit up, and he couldn't believe his ears.

it turns out!

Remember your own birthday?

"I might make the biggest deal of my life today," said Uncle Vernon.

Harry put his head down and continued eating his slice of bread. Of course, he thought bitterly, Uncle Vernon was talking about that stupid dinner party. That was all he talked about all day yesterday.

A wealthy investor has become the third shareholder of their company, and has an extensive social circle in the market, holding orders from countless builders.

"Just a little bit out of Mr. Lupine's hand, just a little bit." Mr. Dursley's nose was red with excitement.

"I think we should go over our plans for the evening. Everyone should be in their seats at eight o'clock. Petunia, should you...?"

"In the drawing room!" Aunt Petunia echoed, "waiting to welcome them graciously."

"Very well, very well. Dudley?"

"I'll be waiting to open the door for them." Dudley put on a disgustingly contrived smile. "May I hold your clothes for you, Mr. and Mrs. Lupine?"

"Oh, my little Dudley, they'll love you." Aunt Petunia was ecstatic.

"As for you..." Uncle Vernon looked down at the small figure at the far corner of the dining table coldly.

"I'm staying in my bedroom, making no noise, pretending I'm not home," Harry replied flatly.

"Very good!" Uncle Vernon's eyes were full of fierceness, "Boy, don't make those weird things for me, understand?"

Harry pouted, but said nothing.

"With luck, I'll have an order in hand before the ten o'clock news. We'll be shopping for a villa in Majorca by this time tomorrow."

Harry wasn't all that excited, he didn't think the Dursleys would like him any more in Majorca than they did in Privet Drive.

Ps: The original form of Majorca is the Spanish island of Majorca.

After lunch, Uncle Vernon went into town to pick up his dresses, and Aunt Petunia cleared the table and went to do the laundry.

Harry looked as lonely as the ghost of the house, sitting alone on the garden bench, singing softly, "Happy birthday to me... Happy birthday to me..."

"Hey, I know what day it is." Dudley walked over with a waddle.

"Today is your birthday, and you haven't received a greeting card? Don't you even have a friend in that ghost place?"

hehe.

Dudley actually remembered his birthday, to be honest, Harry wasn't moved at all, Dudley remembered this just to mock himself severely.

But he was not in the mood to pay attention, he just looked suspiciously at the bushes opposite the park, where he had just seen a pair of huge eyes.

He believed that he must have seen it right!

Pretending to use magic to scare Dudley, Harry was punished by Aunt Petunia again, cleaning the windows in the hot sun, washing the car, mowing the lawn...

It wasn't until seven o'clock in the evening that he was called into the kitchen and faced with two loaves of bread and a pile of cheese.

"Hurry up and finish it, and then stay upstairs honestly!"

Harry stared blankly at the huge delicate pudding, piled high with cream and frosted violets, and at the bread in front of him, suddenly lost his appetite.

But what can he do, he had to obediently eat his own portion, watched Aunt Petunia take away the plate, sighed, and walked upstairs in despair.

Then, he saw a strange creature appear on his bed.

The little monster on the bed had big bat-like ears and protruding green eyes the size of tennis balls. It occurred to Harry at once that these were the eyes that had looked at him over the garden hedge that morning.

"Harry Potter..."

The creature claims to be a house-elf and its name is Dobby.

He is a nice person, and he speaks nicely. The only problem is that he is quite noisy. He always hits the chair, the floor, and the wardrobe with his head, making a loud DuangDuangDuang sound.

Uncle Vernon rushed up viciously, "The Lupins and their nephews and nieces are all here. This should have been a wonderful dinner, boy, how dare you try to ruin it all!"

Harry pushed his back against the wardrobe to prevent the elf from jumping out, and gave an awkward but polite smile.

The arrival of the elf Dobby has only one appeal.

"Don't go to Hogwarts again."

"Dobby is for your own good."

Oh, are you kidding, Harry doesn't think that's a good idea.

Dobby, visibly tough, rushed for the stairs.

"No, don't go there, my uncle will kill me." God knows how desperate Harry is.

Snapped.

The elf snapped his fingers, and all the dishes in the kitchen flew up and floated gently to the ceiling.

"Harry Potter..." Dobby had tears in his eyes, "Promise Dobby not to go to Hogwarts."

"No~~~I want~~~~ah~~~~" Harry moaned weakly, feeling that this was the most desperate moment in his life.

"Then I'm sorry, Dobby is for your own good."

Snapped!

All dishes drop.

The huge pudding even slammed into the child of the shareholder's family whom the uncle was entertaining.

Such an accident, everyone is screaming.

At this moment, the child gracefully stretched out his hand, gently lifted it up into the air, and lightly caught the plate.

The huge pudding fell lightly on the plate, and all the decorations, such as berries, jam, chocolate sauce, etc., seemed to be released by magic, obediently falling where they should be placed.

He gently placed the plate on the table.

All the dishes fell gently to the plate along the inexplicable trajectory.

The child lightly picked a strawberry from the pudding and took a bite, "It tastes good."

"!!!"

"!!!"

The Dursleys were stunned.

Harry was also stunned, "Witch...wizard!"

Dobby was also stunned.

Boom!

Dobby slipped away with an apparition.

Only Harry was left alone to face all this.

He looked at everything in bewilderment, Dobby screwed up everything, his uncle would kill him, even lock him in a closet and never let him go to Hogwarts again.

He even thought that the Ministry of Magic would send him a notice, telling him that he would be expelled from school for using magic without authorization, and that everything in the wizarding world would have nothing to do with him from now on.

But now he just thinks it's really outrageous, that kid...

It must be the floating spell, although there is no magic wand, although there is no magic spell, but he knows, it must, must be the floating spell!

And using the Levitation Charm with such ease, Harry had only seen one person use it before.

I saw the child gracefully turning around and looking at him.

The golden-red half-length hair is well-groomed, light blue eyes are full of smiles, handsome and thin cheeks, and a high nose.

"An... Anton?"

With a handsome but narrow smile, Anton raised his hand slightly, "Hi~".

"!!!"