Lena opened the door, and saw a strong lady walking in small steps, chasing a dog with a teacup on its head in a panic.

Arthur Weasley was curious about all things Muggles. He leaned his head out of the window to watch the fun. When he saw it, he almost screamed, "Bite a teacup?!"

Arthur rushed out of the house without having time to put on his coat, hid in the grass by the roadside, and took out his wand.

"Bite the teacup and fly!"

While Aunt Maggie was bending over to gasp for breath, the biting teacup had already flown into Arthur's hands with Lippi.

Aunt Maggie looked up, panting, and saw that Lippi was no longer in sight, she shook hands with an old lady who passed by, "Did you—see a head covered by a teacup—dogs run from here Pass?"

The old lady struggled and beat Maggie with a walking stick, thinking she had run into a lunatic.

"Ma'am!" Lena walked over quickly, "I think I saw it! It ran back, right there!" Lena pointed to the direction that Maggie ran all the way.

Maggie let go of the loose old lady, turned around and ran back, but she was hit by Arthur's "forget it" before she ran far.

She stopped, as if she had lost something important, "What am I going to do? Oh yes," she suddenly realized, "I came out for a walk."

The old lady with the stick was so angry that she almost threw the stick out and hit her on the head.

"Exciting!" George and Fred high-five.

"Dear children, it has nothing to do with you?" Molly Weasley looked at the twins, "That teacup?"

"Of course! Mom, you have to trust us!"

"We've only been here for less than two hours!"

Maybe Mrs. Molly thought two hours wasn't enough for the twins to make such a mess, she nodded, "That's the best."

"Work knocks on the door at any time," Arthur came over with the dog, "Christmas is no exception."

"But fortunately, the lady thought it was the teacup stuck on the dog's head, so there was no big trouble." Arthur pointed his wand at the biting teacup, "Stop the curse!"

Lippi was finally able to take his head out of the teacup, and he looked less vicious, like a little boy who had been taught a lesson.

"Go!" Arthur put Lippi on the ground, and it ran towards Maggie with its tail tucked.

"Oh! Lippi dear! Why did you come out to find me? Did you miss me?" Maggie picked up Lippi in surprise and walked slowly towards No. 4, Privet Drive.

Anna looked at everything in front of her through the window.

The first Christmas surprise led Aunt Maggie away, and the second surprise should have already been delivered.

Vernon Dursley walked anxiously up and down the living room. "That broken teacup! And that stupid dog!" he cursed.

The experience of pulling the crotch made Vernon dare not cross the fence again, so when he chased out, Maggie had already disappeared.

Aunt Petunia didn't like the dog that messed up the house, so she didn't chase it out.

Dudley, on the other hand, didn't care about his Aunt Maggie, sitting on the sofa playing with the robot he just got, even though it was given to him by the aunt who ran out just now.

"Shu—" A letter was delivered from the door.

"What?" Uncle Vernon noticed the letter and picked it up from the ground with difficulty.

"Let me see... Harry Potter?" This turned out to be a letter to Harry!

On it was written in eerie green ink 'Harry Potter in the broken cupboard under the stairs, 4 Privet Road, Little Whinging, Surrey'.

Vernon felt his blood coagulate and the air seemed to be thinning. He opened the letter and glanced at—

"Pe-Penny! Penny!" He rushed into the kitchen, ignoring Maggie and her nasty dog, and now something worse happened.

Uncle Vernon held the letter high, avoiding Dudley's scramble.

"What is that! Is it my present!" Dudley slapped Vernon in the leg with the robot, he glanced at Harry, and seemed to think of something, he screamed, "It couldn't be for Harry, could it? !"

"What?" Could it be a gift from Anna? Harry leaned over.

Penny took the letter with a frown, her pupils shaking, "Impossible!" she screamed.

The two looked at each other, Aunt Petunia kept shaking her head, and Harry almost thought there was some shaking head spell on the letter.

"Whose letter is that?" Harry stood on tiptoe trying to figure out what it was.

Dudley yelled, "Give me the stuff!"

A minute later, the two appeared at the kitchen door, with the locked door behind them, and Dudley and Harry immediately began a silent battle for the narrow keyhole.

"This-this address!" Aunt Petunia's voice was shaking, "Impossible! Are they watching us!"

She held the letter in her hand, with a big letter 'H' made up of lions, eagles, snakes and badgers at the top of the very center.

It was a very familiar feeling. Penny suddenly remembered that when she was a child, she was hopeful waiting for Hogwarts to reply.

"I can still feel the silent threat! Look at what's written in this letter?!" Uncle Vernon couldn't hold back his voice. "Remind him not to forget to receive that... Warthog School of Magic in three years. admission letter? (Hogwarts—hog—warts warts)”

"Are we going to reply?" Aunt Petunia grabbed Vernon's arm. "Tell them we won't let him go to Hogwarts—"

"Don't say that name!" Uncle Vernon began pacing, "No, we can't do anything—three years from now, we'll just go on a trip, to the jungle, to an island, to stay out of here—and we won't receive Admission Notice!"

Aunt Petunia didn't speak.

"Penny, we can't let these abnormal things go! When we adopted your sister's child! We swore an oath! Don't let those things affect Dudley! And our ordinary little days!"

Penny saw the green glitter on the Christmas tree decoration ball, "Yeah, we can't."

She crumpled up the letter, just as she had received a letter from Dumbledore rejecting her admission many years ago - 'You have no talent, Miss Petunia. '

Aunt Maggie quickly returned to No. 4, Privet Drive, holding the scowling Lippi, who frowned as if trying to remember something.

Not long after, she came out of the house with a suitcase.

"Maggie, do you really need me to send you?" Uncle Vernon looked at his sister helplessly.

"No, Merry Christmas Vernon! I always feel like the door isn't shut properly—it would be bad if all twelve of my darlings got lost!"

Watching the taxi drive away, UU read www.uukanshu. com Vernon turned back home and visited Harry, who lived in the closet, for the first time ever.

"Is that a letter to me?" Harry was really worried, "What's written on it?"

"It was sent by mistake, I already shredded it and threw it away!"

"How could it be wrong!?" Anna couldn't have mistaken her address!

"Enough!" Uncle Vernon screeched to stop Harry from speaking, making Mr. Mighty almost fall from the corner. "Given how well you've been doing lately, that cozy bedroom on the second floor is yours."

"That guest room?" Harry was a little surprised. What did Anna write in the letter?

"How is that possible?" Uncle Vernon gave him a strange look, as if wondering where he had the courage to own that guest room, "Dada's second bedroom, it's yours, for now—if you don't behave well we will take it back."

"Uh—" Happiness came too suddenly.

"No questions, pack up and go upstairs!" Uncle Vernon turned to soothe the crying Dudley, and promised him a new computer.

["Harry Attribute Template" additional task completed (3/3): Harry has his own small room, courage +10]

[The Boy Who Never Died—Soul of the Warrior: Mission Completed; Reward: Memory +100, Reaction +100]

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Yo, the plan was successful.

"Mrs. Weasley!" Anna leaned over and raised a lovely smile.

"Can I take them to get acquainted with the familiar environment?" After a pause, "I can also meet the neighbors by the way."

"Thank you dear! That's so sweet!" Mrs. Weasley stroked Anna's head.

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