I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 75 Dursley
The Dursleys' house was quite large, which suited Vernon's position as a company director. In those days, the British middle class who had not experienced some kind of iron lady economics still had some money.

The neighbors' houses were very similar to the Dursleys', standing neatly side by side on Privet Drive.

There were two heavy iron bars on the second-story windows of the Dursleys' house, and Louis knew at a glance that Dobby had gotten into trouble.

Maybe the timeline is a little different, today is Harry's birthday...

Since Diana didn't know where the glove on her right hand fell, she planned to stay in the car to look for it and let Louis go to knock on the door first.

Louis knocked politely, and soon the door opened, revealing a tall, burly man who was so fat that he had almost no neck. He had thick dark hair, a big red face, and a beard under his nose that could rival his father's.

It should be Harry's uncle, Vernon Dursley.

Mr. Dursley's eyes rolled around, then he lowered his head and saw Louis.

Could he be Dudley's classmate? Why does he look familiar? Mr. Dursley wondered in his heart. The boy in front of him was obviously not someone they could get in touch with, both in terms of his clothes and temperament.

"Hello, is this Vernon Dursley's home?" Louis bowed politely, "I'm sorry to bother you at this time."

"Oh, oh, it's okay, it's okay." Mr. Dursley shook his fat hands. The boy's appropriate language and elegant manners made him feel very comfortable communicating with this boy.

"Excuse me, are you looking for Dudley, young sir?" he asked.

"Um, sorry, please allow me to introduce myself. I am Harry Potter's classmate."

Louis was just about to introduce himself, but when Mr. Dursley heard that he was "Harry Potter's classmate", his already red face suddenly turned purple.

He waved his two strong arms and looked furious.

He was so blinded by anger that he had completely forgotten the judgment he had just made about Louis.

"Ha... you're that freak's classmate. It seems you're also a freak who does acrobatic tricks, right?" Mr. Dursley's words were extremely harsh. He narrowed his green eyes and looked as angry as a hippopotamus that was bitten on the butt by a crocodile. "I will not allow any little freak to enter this house and have any communication with that little beast! Never!"

"Even if you ask your freak leader, the crazy old principal, to come here in person, I won't let that little bastard step out of this room! Not to mention you! I will never let you see him! Never!"

"If you know what's best for you, get out of here or I'll call the police!" After saying this threatening words, Mr. Dursley slammed the door.

Inside the room, Aunt Petunia asked, "What's wrong Vernon, who's that outside?"

"It's that little bastard's freak classmate!" gasped Mr. Dursley, like an angry bull.

"Dad, I told you that it's a problem for him to stay at home. You see, freaks always attract each other." Dudley added fuel to the fire.

"That little bastard ruined my important orders! How could Mrs. Mason's husband still take care of my business after being insulted like this! It's all his fault! Damn it..." Mr. Dursley was still furious: "No matter what nonsense his freak classmate says, don't even think about seeing that little bastard! I say!"

The knock on the door sounded again.

"Never mind him!" Mr. Dursley waved his hand and continued to eat the grapefruit cut by Aunt Petunia. "I'll go and take a look." Aunt Petunia was worried. She knew that young wizards were not allowed to cast magic casually outside, but what if the other party took a risk?

She stood up, walked to the door and opened it.

The person who appeared before her was not the "little freak" that Mr. Dursley had just mentioned, but a tall, graceful and elegant woman.

She recognized the other person's identity almost instantly.

How could I not recognize him? I see him on TV every day.

"Your Highness, why are you here?" Aunt Petunia asked stutteringly. This was really shocking. Who would have thought that such a high and mighty figure would appear in front of their door?

It is true that Britain today is a constitutional monarchy, but even without that status, think about it, if one day Michael Jackson or Messi or Ronaldo suddenly appeared at your doorstep, how would you react?
What's more, these three are still a little inferior to Princess Diana in terms of status...especially for the British.

"Hello, Ms. Dursley." Diana extended her hand: "Let me introduce myself. I am Diana Spencer. I am sorry that my brother was impolite and angered your husband. I hope you don't blame me."

Aunt Petunia was shaking with excitement. She wiped her hands awkwardly on her apron in front of her, then took the hand Diana extended. "How could that be? Your Highness, it is our honor to have you come to our home."

At this time, Mr. Dursley also came out of the kitchen, shouting as he walked: "Petunia! Petunia! What happened? Did that little freak do his juggling tricks? Damn it, he should be expelled from their juggling school!"

As he was shouting, he looked up and saw Penny looking at him with embarrassment and horror, then he looked to the side and saw Diana's beautiful face.

He burped and nearly suffocated himself to death.

"Your Highness..." They are really a family. As the saying goes, people from the same family stick together. Even his stuttering is the same as Penny's.

"This must be Mr. Dursley." Diana's smile was still gentle, but her words were sharp: "I hope the little freak you are talking about is not my precious brother."

"Ha...you misunderstood...you misunderstood..." Mr. Dursley wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve: "Please come in, please come in, I was talking about my wife's good-for-nothing nephew..."

At this time, Louis also appeared in front of Mr. Dursley.

"You seemed a little anxious just now, Mr. Dursley." Louis bowed gracefully: "I haven't finished introducing myself just now... I am Louis Mountbatten, Harry's classmate."

Mr. Dursley's heart skipped a beat.

This name is known to everyone from Ireland to Khitan... and the owner of this name passed his name to his favorite grandson.

It must be that gentleman, right?
Mr. Dursley now really hated himself for his quick mouth. If possible, he would like to travel back in time and shoot himself.

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