Harry jumped off the sofa, and although Anna's living room was a hundred times warmer than the Dursleys' cupboard, he had to go back to the cramped closet.

"I have to go back first."

"It's so early!" Anna looked at the grandfather clock beside her. "It's not even eight o'clock!" British people usually have a late dinner time. "Do you have the keys? Mrs. Petunia's family may not be back."

"Yes, I know, I don't have a key either," Harry shrugged helplessly, "I have to squat at the door, before they come back, so they don't get too… um… punish me?"

Anna frowned, "Then I'll come with you." No matter what, Anna didn't want to see an eight-year-old child squatting and shivering in the cold wind. "Let's walk the cat by the way."

Anna looked at the cat, Snow, who was coquettishly lying in Ai Wen's arms. Snow the cat felt a sense of it and turned her head. The man and the cat looked at each other speechlessly.

Standing at the gate of No. 4 Privet Drive, and sure enough the Dursleys hadn't come back, Harry glanced at the cat with reluctance written all over his face, feeling a little guilty, "Actually, you don't need to..."

Anna is actually a little embarrassed. She and Harry in this world should not be familiar with the point where they squatted on the side of the road and chatted together. They only officially met today, but Anna read the whole story of Harry in the book, and she was very sympathetic. I admire this brave boy very much, so I feel very close, like an old friend I have known for a long time.

"But I'm still very happy," Harry smiled cutely. "Well...except Mr. Spa, oh, maybe Miss, you're my first friend!"

"Mr. Spa?"

"It's a spider in the cupboard. It sometimes hangs from the web at night. I guess it's saying goodnight to me..." Harry scratched his hair. "Is it a little strange?"

"It's not strange at all," Anna stretched her hand to the back of her neck, and took out a yellow hairball from there. "That's strange, it's called Mr. Mighty."

"This is a creature called Puffy, and it will make a buzzing sound if you touch it."

Harry took Mr. Mighty in a stunned manner, holding it in his hand, afraid to move, "Is it alive! Oh my God! Uh—"

Puffy fluffy ran down his arms to the back of Harry's neck and squatted on his back, causing Harry to shrug his shoulders. Judging from the expression on his face, Harry was very happy now.

"Maybe boys have a higher body temperature. Mr. Mighty likes you more, so I'll put it with you first," Anna added. "It can also help us transmit information."

Harry couldn't refuse. The two of them squatted on the side of the road, the cat Snow always wanted to pounce on Mr. Mighty, and Harry took Mr. Mighty to avoid Snow's pursuit.

Anna was looking at the spell book she brought out, muttering words, she suddenly looked at Harry, "Hey! Harry, do you want to go into the house?"

Harry lifted Mr. Mighty up to prevent Snow the cat from jumping on him, "I thought, but I don't have a key..."

"What key to use, let's do some wizard's way—" Anna pointed out the contents of the spell book to Harry, "Unlocking spell!"

Harry's eyes widened, a bad premonition emerged in his heart, and he still remembered the feeling of flying dozens of meters in the air.

"Anna I think..." Harry tried to stop the excited Anna, but it was too late.

"Araho hole open!" Anna's wand pointed at the poor door lock.

"Crack!" The door lock flew out with the wood on the side, as if it had been violently penetrated by the gangster. Anna's unlocking spell could be said to be successful or unsuccessful—

Achieving the ultimate goal, the door opened, but looking back on the spell's intent, the lock on the ground was still locked.