Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 109. The Dursleys' First Try at Magical Romance - Well-received

With a full-throated reply, Ah Fu disappeared into thin air the next second. But this did not mean the end, but that everything had just begun.

Under the shocked gazes of Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, the toys that Dudley had casually placed in the corner of the living room jumped up to the second floor on their own legs, dancing hand in hand. From the sound it seemed that they went directly to Dudley's room.

The scattered items in the room were also quickly becoming tidy. To be honest, there were some things that even Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia themselves didn't know where to put them. But at this moment, when those things floated all the way to the table or the cabinet, they both breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably at the same time - it was as if those things were born to be there, and they looked pleasing to the eye no matter how they looked at them.

The whole restaurant was rapidly getting brighter - no, it wasn't getting brighter, nor was it simply because the sun was rising and the sunlight was becoming more abundant. Instead, everything within the sight of the few people seemed to have lost the traces of time and became new and bright again.

All the dirt disappeared completely, and Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia suddenly felt as if their fingers touched something. When they raised their hands nervously, they found that even the wedding rings on their hands were polished to a brand new shine.

Uh, even the nails on his hands seemed to be polished, so shiny.

There were some newly sprouted yellow leaves mixed in with the green plants used as decorations in the room. Aunt Petunia had not had time to deal with them yet, and now they have all been thrown into the trash can. The fertilizer she bought floated in the air, scattered, and finally fell into the flower pots. The shower head also flew up, watering each pot of flowers and plants.

Several people could also see that in the kitchen not far away, pots and pans flew up by themselves, all kinds of ingredients flew out of the refrigerator, and the kitchen knife was cutting quickly by itself. Time seemed to be accelerated in the whole kitchen. Could it be a few seconds? Or a few minutes? Or even more than ten minutes?

In short, when Uncle Vernon and the others came to their senses, they had already smelled another smell - a unique aroma that was different from the various meals that Aunt Petunia usually cooked. It was the smell of unknown recipes and unknown meals, the steam coming out of the pot, and the jumping dishes.

In the end, these things fell from the pot into the plate by themselves, and flew out of the kitchen one after another and landed on the dining table. However, the breakfast that Aunt Petunia had made before did not cool down with the passage of time, and they still maintained the most suitable temperature.

To be honest, Dudley couldn't wait any longer - he wanted to have a big meal, and he didn't care where the meal came from, as long as it tasted good.

As for Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia... as if they had made an appointment, both of them had their mouths slightly open, even the degree of openness was the same, with a look of astonishment, they simply could not believe what was happening before their eyes.

The doorbell outside rang, the door opened and closed, and a newspaper trotted in front of Uncle Vernon and folded itself neatly. On his right hand side, a trimmed cigar had been placed there at some point.

Uncle Vernon picked up the cigar with his fingers stupidly. He wanted a light - and when he realized this thought, he found that the cigar in his hand was suddenly burning, as if it had always been like that.

The changes were so great that some people didn't even recognize their own home anymore.

The most important thing is that all this is happening at the same time, in the dining room, the living room, the kitchen, and even the noise coming from the second floor...all this is happening at the same time, complicated but not chaotic, as if it is a symphony concert where everyone has their own part to play, and it even contains a unique beauty that makes people unable to help but immerse themselves in it.

Even if I opened my eyes as wide as possible and tried to take in everything, I still couldn't see enough, and even my brain couldn't think clearly.

Dudley was staring at the automatically sliced ham in a daze, the silver fork diligently arranged the broccoli into the shape of a Gothic castle, the gravy flowed along the edge of the plate like a miniature waterfall, the bacon slices were rolled into the shape of a rose bouquet in the pan, and the oil splattered into gold foil crumbs, gently falling on the caramel-colored fried egg sun on Dudley's plate.

It was like a dream. The Dursleys didn't even have the emotion of rejection or disgust. Well, to be more precise, they didn't have time - no time to think, and no time to hate.

To be honest, Harry thought Alfred might have been using a little too much force.

The Dursleys finished their meal almost in a dream, and when Aunt Petunia stood up to clear the tableware, the used cutlery slipped away from her hands. Eight pairs of silver knives tap danced on the cream-colored tiles, linking hands with each other and dancing towards the kitchen, and during the whole process, not a drop of grease fell from them.

Aunt Petunia instinctively grasped the leather armrests of her chair - her favorite bone china tea set was waltzing over the sink, the tea stains flowing in the water into a light brown waterfall.

Uncle Vernon's face turned purple, and the veins on his neck were like an anchor covered with barnacles. He instinctively tried to drink the tea in his cup, but found that he could not finish the tea. Even Penny's empty cup was automatically refilled with black tea with marigold petals, so that the roar rolling in his throat finally turned into a strange gurgling sound.

Dudley's smelly socks that were stuck in the gap of the sofa were turned out. It seemed as if an invisible hand was pinching its edges. The stains on the socks shrank into small dots like the tide, and finally turned into mint candies and rolled into the trash can.

As if he suddenly remembered something, Uncle Vernon walked towards the second floor. He wanted to see what his bedroom looked like. However, when he stepped on the third step leading to the second floor, he was startled by the sudden glow of the steps - firefly-like light spots suddenly floated in the wood texture, and finally merged into a line of words.

[Be careful of Master Dudley's spilled orange juice]

Before the writing had dried, the sticky liquid automatically gathered into amber crystals and rolled into the bucket that was automatically mopping the floor.

Harry stood up curiously and walked around the room. At the corner of the stairs on the first floor, on the edge of the cupboard where he used to live, he found a piece of fluorescent onion skin with smooth handwriting on it saying: There is a raspberry cake on the third layer of the refrigerator.

Then the onion peel turned into powder and disappeared without a trace - probably it was the dessert prepared by his aunt for the evening party, Harry didn't care.

Even the leather sofa in the living room was being treated to essential oils. A string of small bubbles bulged in the depression where Uncle Vernon often sat, and it let out a satisfied sigh as the leather stretched.

All the changes were limited to the interior of Number 4 Privet Drive, and the entire house maintained a delicate balance - all the miracles stopped just at the critical point of the Dursleys' cognition and acceptance, leaving them on the edge of disgust and love.

When Uncle Vernon frowned at his leather shoes with automatic shoelaces, the toes of his shoes would immediately be covered with dust within a 'reasonable range', making him feel comfortable without feeling a sense of disobedience or disgust.

As for Dudley, he was having so much fun that even Uncle Vernon had to scold him before he remembered that there would be some guests arriving that evening.

"No, kid." Uncle Vernon carefully sat on the sofa, avoiding the place where he usually sat. He looked at Harry and said, "These things - these - witchcraft? Magic? In short, these weird things - how can we use these to entertain guests? We will be regarded as freaks!"

"If they are treated as lunatics and even sent to a mental hospital, the Dursleys will be finished! My company will be finished too! You, us! All of us will have to sleep on the streets!!"

Emotions were so high that Uncle Vernon made some mistakes in his wording and sentences.

But his meaning was still very clear.

"Your uncle means that none of this can be shown in front of others. Our neighbors will gossip about us!" Aunt Petunia quickly added, "Then everything will be ruined!"

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes! That's it!" Uncle Vernon nodded repeatedly, "We can't let others discover this weird, dangerous, inexplicable...thing!"

"I think today's home is great! Dad!" Dudley, who was boxing with a pile of plates on the other side, turned around excitedly and shouted, "This is so interesting! Much more interesting than school!" "Shut up! Dudley!" Uncle Vernon rarely scolded Dudley. He rubbed his hands and continued to say to Harry, "This is not good - I mean these are not good - of course they are not bad, uh, I mean they are good."

Uncle Vernon seemed to have lost his ability to think normally and express himself logically.

Until this moment, his mind was still immersed in the feeling that his wishes had come true. He didn't even need words. He just needed to think about it, and the things he wanted would naturally come to his hands. It was so comfortable and thoughtful.

Even the picky Fenong couldn't say anything bad about these.

In fact, this feeling exists in every member of the Dursley family. Especially after seeing that the house has become so clean and brand new, she just feels relieved. Finally, she doesn't have to bury her head in doing housework every day.

"I think it's good too." Aunt Petunia also said, "It's just that the food is not good. Baby Dudley will get angry if he can't eat the food I cook."

"Then you can still prepare the meals, aunt." Harry shrugged and said, "Don't worry, aunt and uncle, it's just the first time we meet today, and Alfu wants to leave a good impression on you, so he tried a little too hard."

"Don't worry, he certainly won't show up in front of anyone other than us, and he won't let anyone else notice anything strange."

"Like the dancing coffee machine? The dishes fighting with my son?" Uncle Vernon interrupted, suddenly raising his hands. "Well done, Dudley!"

Nothing else, just because Dudley had beaten the crockery and was now raising his arms in a howl of victory.

"Yes, all these things, anything related to magic will not appear in front of people other than family members," Harry confirmed again, "For Mr. and Mrs. Mason who are going to visit tonight, they will only feel that our home is very considerate, and all the arrangements are very natural and in line with their wishes."

"Whenever they need anything, they will find that it is within their reach. This will only make them feel that you, uncle, are very attentive and they will never think that there is anything unusual in our family."

"With Alfu here, the Masons will only have one impression of the entire dinner—"

"That means we think alike. Our two families are very similar and in sync with each other." Uncle Vernon couldn't wait to say the rest before Harry even finished speaking.

"Yes, apart from joy and happiness, they will never have any unnecessary negative thoughts." Harry tilted his head and said, "Don't you think so, Alfu?"

Snapped!
"Yes! Master Harry!" He appeared on the floor again out of thin air. This time, the Dursleys looked at Alfred with friendly and eager eyes. He screamed, "Alfred will never let Master Harry down! His Muggle uncle will definitely close his big deal tonight!!"

Ah Fu's last words put Uncle Fenon in a good mood. He laughed happily, and after confirming again and again that the guests would not notice anything unusual about Ah Fu, he finalized what was going on for tonight.

——And the development of facts was not much different from what Harry said.

The Masons even enjoyed comforts at 4 Privet Drive that even ordinary Muggle kings could not enjoy, so much so that they kept talking about it when they left, with rave reviews.

Uncle Vernon even made an appointment with the Masons to play golf together in their free time. In the UK, this is considered a sign of a closer relationship.

Risking the dignity of a house-elf, Alfu did his best tonight to make the Masons have a very pleasant evening.

Uncle Vernon got a huge order from the Masons as he wished. Just as he said at the beginning, today is a very important day. When Mr. Mason signed his name on the contract, Uncle Vernon's face flushed with excitement.

"Well done!" Almost the next second after watching the Masons' car drive away, Uncle Vernon turned around and slapped Harry on the back. This was not a punishment or anything else, but pure excitement. "Boy! Well done! Mason said he had a wonderful evening. He also said that our house seemed to have some magical power. No matter where he was, he felt extremely comfortable. He almost didn't want to go back!!"

"Yes, uncle, we heard it." Uncle Vernon's slap did not cause any harm to Harry at all. He just couldn't help but complain: "It would be better if you didn't react so strongly when you heard the word magic. You almost scared Mrs. Mason."

Uncle Vernon laughed loudly, not caring about the looks of his neighbors.

"You have to know, kid, any word with the word 'magic' in it will make me nervous." Uncle Vernon was rarely happy when talking about magic-related things. "No need for any other time, tomorrow night! I said! Tomorrow night! We can buy a holiday villa on Majorca Island!"

Majorca is a popular tourist destination in the Balearic Islands of Spain. It is famous for its beautiful beaches and pleasant climate and is an ideal holiday destination for many British people.

"This is all thanks to you, kid," Uncle Vernon patted his chest proudly, "You can be the first one to choose a house you like in the villa - before Dudley!!"

For Uncle Vernon, this was a groundbreaking reward. Even Dudley, who opened his eyes wide and made a loud noise because of his words, and even rolled on the grass, could not make Uncle Vernon change his mind.

This time, even Aunt Petunia, who doted on her son, did not obey Dudley's wishes.

Although Harry didn't care where a house was located, he was relieved by the change in Uncle Vernon's attitude.

This is a good thing.

"Perhaps you should really thank the real hero of all this, uncle." Harry called his butler's name, "Alfred?"

Appearing in front of several people as summoned, Ah Fu proudly puffed out his chest, his ugly face full of excitement - he enjoyed this feeling very much, completing his work well, accomplishing something of great significance... These were all factors that made Ah Fu feel extremely happy.

"Oh, okay." Uncle Fenon first looked around nervously, making sure it was dark and no neighbors were paying attention to what was happening here. To be more precise, he must have noticed Ah Fu's presence. Then he bent down, looking nervous, tentative, and cautiously patted Ah Fu's shoulder - as if Ah Fu would suddenly jump up and grab him.

"Thank you, Ah Fu, you helped me a lot," Uncle Vernon said stumblingly. It can be seen that he is not used to the feeling of talking to non-human creatures. "I mean... uh, thank you?"

"You're welcome! Master Harry's uncle!" Alfu also made a happy sound, "Alfu can do more!!"

"That's great," Uncle Vernon muttered. He put his arm around Harry's shoulders and led him into the room. "This... uh, Alfred... I mean, that elf?"

(End of this chapter)