Chapter 436 Contact with the Dursleys

As soon as Ivan and Hermione reached the second floor, they saw Dudley, who was like a pig, clutching his butt, screaming and running back to his room.

With a bang, the door was slammed shut.

"The one just now is Harry's cousin, right?!" Hermione said suspiciously, "Why did he run away when he saw us?"

"I think it's probably because of fear," Ivan replied.

He knew that every encounter Dudley had with wizards had ended badly.

The first was Hagrid, who had a curled pig's tail protruding from the back of Dudley's trousers.

The Dursleys had to pay to send him to a private hospital in London and have his tail cut off.

When he had just recovered from the fright, he met Dobby the house-elf.

Because he spoke ill of Harry in front of Ivan, the angry Dobby made Dudley grow another pig's tail.

In the end, it was Alvin's parents who paid the Dursleys a large sum of money to calm them down.

But the unlucky Dudley had to go to the hospital again to accept this confidential private service and cut off the pig's tail!

It was terrible, it happened twice, no wonder they screamed when they saw Alvin and Hermione.

In his view, all wizards are the same, a bunch of monsters who will make him grow pig tails.

Little did he know that underage wizards couldn't cast magic outside of school.

There are marks on everyone's wand, and the Ministry of Magic can detect magic fluctuations in a certain area.

Of course, leaving England to use magic like Ivan did before, there's nothing they can do.

Now, the panicked Dudley was clutching his ass, shivering in the room.

He was afraid that he would be targeted by Ivan and Hermione again, repeating the previous tragedy.

Ivan ignored Dudley, and he led Hermione to Harry's cabin at the end of the corridor.

Pushing open the door, Harry was packing his luggage inside.

The big school suitcase was left open in the middle of the room, and Harry was sweating profusely as he worked on it.

Beside him, there were scattered the invisibility cloak he inherited from his father, the flying broom gifted to him by Sirius, and various textbooks and other daily necessities and magic props.

Seeing that the door was opened, he raised his head in astonishment, and then smiled happily.

"Ivan, Hermione, you are here!" Harry said with a smile.

He rushed over and gave each of them a hug, looking so happy!

"Nice to meet you, Harry!" Ivan looked around, "You look so messy!"

"It's almost time for departure, why haven't you packed your luggage yet?!" Hermione said sharply, her brows furrowed tightly.

"Forget it, my uncle and aunt have been entangled all morning, and I don't have time to pack things at all." Harry waved his hand, "Leave me alone, Alvin, where did you and Sirius go on vacation? Why did he Injured so badly? Has the curse on you been broken? Also, why do you want me to practice Occlumency?"

It was obvious that Harry had too many questions.

He asked a lot of questions in one breath, and Ivan answered them one by one.

As he explained, he followed Hermione to help Harry pack his things.

They pulled out all the food Harry had hidden under the loose floorboard, and there was a lot of food in there.

Then Harry searched and searched the corners of the bedroom for the forgotten spellbook and quill.

After packing everything into boxes, he took down the form hanging on the wall, which marked all the days until September 1st.

He had to cross off the above day every day, just looking forward to returning to Hogwarts soon.

Harry has a lot of things, and the three of them have spent a lot of effort.

By the time they went downstairs, Ivan's father had already left, and there were still things waiting for him in the company.

Right now, inside the residence at No. 4 Privet Drive, the atmosphere is extremely tense.

Dudley was called down, and the six of them sat at the dining table divided into two sides.

They drank tea in silence, neither of them knew what to talk about.

The thought of a group of wizards coming to visit soon made the Dursleys look irritable and nervous.

"Come on, boy!" Mr. Dursley yelled suddenly, jumping everyone up. "The people who are coming, I hope you've told them to dress modestly. I've seen your kind in Things, they'd better wear normal clothes, that's proper!"

Alvin and Hermione came in Muggle costumes, and the Dursleys couldn't say anything.

However, Ivan had never seen Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, or the children of his family wearing Muggle clothes.

Usually, they all wear various tattered wizard robes.

In fact, Harry paid no attention to his uncle's yelling.

He was just a little worried about how disrespectful the Dursleys would treat them if they appeared as the most terrifying wizards the Dursleys had in their minds.

"They must be driving, aren't they?" Mr. Dursley snapped again.

"Hmm!" Harry nodded, "Probably so!"

Hearing Harry's answer, Ivan subconsciously covered his forehead.

Mr. Weasley used to own a vintage Ford Anglia, but right now, that car was running wild in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts.

Because of this flying car, Ivan became a celebrity in the school right after he entered school.

From the establishment of Hogwarts to the present, no little wizard has reported in a flying car.

Not to mention, Ivan also missed the academy's sorting ceremony.

Of course, the experience of more than two years has proved that this is only an insignificant part of Aiwen's various legendary deeds.

Flying cars are nothing compared to what happened next.

After asking the question, Mr. Dursley snorted heavily and spat his beard.

As usual, he would have asked Mr. Weasley what kind of car he was driving.

He liked to judge other men by how spacious and expensive their cars were.

Obviously, he still retained some sanity and didn't ask Harry this question.

Mr. Dursley glanced at Ivan and Hermione contemptuously, and then slowly turned his small black eyes to other places.

There was another awkward silence before Harry's Aunt Petunia stood up and kept peering out through the mesh curtain.

It was as if she had been warned that a rhino had escaped from the zoo.

She kept swinging the cushion from side to side like an obsessive-compulsive psychosis.

Beside Ivan, Hermione touched his arm secretly, and the two looked at each other.

Hermione had never seen such a scary person, and if she could, she wished she could go back to Harry's room instead of sitting here with the Dursleys. (To be continued.)