The silver-white car drove over quickly, a brake stopped in front of the door, and the raised dust made Harry cough.

"Harry..." Vernon Dursley, Harry's uncle opened the car door, with blond hair and a huge body, when he got out of the car, the tires of the car were obviously much lighter.

Vernon looked at Harry with a critical look, with some ill will, "What did you do this time?"

"I didn't," Harry stood up, "I didn't do anything."

Dudley and Mrs. Petunia also got out of the car, and Dudley came running like a little meatball, "He lied! He was blown into a tree by the wind today!"

"Harry!" Vernon Dursley widened his eyes. He hated these confusing magical things the most. "You..."

"I don't have Uncle Vernon! I went to help an old woman cross the road today! I didn't get blown up a tree by the wind!" Harry explained, "and she beat me with a walking stick..."

"Hahahaha..." The Dursleys laughed loudly, "I wonder which old lady this is, she's doing it right—it's an interesting story, but Harry..." Vernon's face suddenly sank, "You're lying..."

Dudley looked schadenfreude on the side, "Otherwise would you tell us who that old lady is?"

Mrs. Petunia stood by and looked at all this coldly. She didn't say anything, let alone speak for Harry.

"Yes..." Harry stammered - hurry up, Harry, use your imagination! "It's Mrs Figg!"

Harry tried his best, the answer was the limit of his imagination.

Mrs Figg - cats, the smell of cabbage, bad biscuits, those were all the key words Harry could think of about Mrs Figg, and he didn't know why he thought of Mrs Figg, maybe because he had just hugged her. Anna's cat.

The Dursleys looked at each other, Dudley laughed happily, Vernon raised his eyebrows and motioned for Harry to look back.

Harry could only turn his head stiffly, and could see a familiar figure with a hairnet approaching here.

"Kick! Kick!" she shouted.

"Why don't we go and ask Mrs. Figg?" Mrs. Petunia interjected, "I wonder if you helped her cross the street today."

"That's a good idea," Vernon nodded, turning his head to show Harry's teeth, "if you're lying, you won't have to get out of the cupboard until winter break!"

Harry was so frustrated that he seemed to have to pray that Anna would come to save him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, have you seen an orange cat?" Mrs. Figg came over.

"No, Mrs. Figg," Vernon pulled Harry over, "but there's a more important thing here. Did this kid help you cross the street today?"

Mrs. Figg looked at Harry carefully, Harry could smell the cat smell on Mrs. Figg, and he had given up hope.

"Yes," he heard Mrs Figg say.

Harry looked up at Mrs Figg in disbelief. "He helped me cross the street today, and I beat him up—because I didn't want to go there at all."

Dudley stayed there, Mrs. Figg had no reason to help Harry, was everything this afternoon an illusion?

Mrs Figg winked secretly at Harry.

An orange cat came out from Mrs. Petunia's feet, scaring her enough, "Oh! Kick!" Mrs. Figg hugged the cat and left.

"Humph!" Vernon hummed like a deflated balloon, "I'll let you go this time," he took out the key from his pocket and put it in the lock, "Huh?"

Vernon pulled out the key. "Why can't it be opened? What's the matter with this lock?"

Penny stepped forward, "I'll take a look?"

Harry looked in the direction where Mrs. Figg left, but he didn't see Mrs. Figg, but found Anna hiding in the grass.

Anna threw away the orange cat hair stuck to her coat and waved at Harry.

Harry returned an ok gesture very covertly.