Chapter 448

Number 4 Privet Drive, in the small villa.

"Dear! They are almost here!"

Petunia says; she has already put on a light orange cocktail dress.

Vernon and Dudley, wearing suits and bow ties, appear in the living room, watching a stretch luxury car and several cars following it parked at the entrance.

"It is said that dear Mr. Potter is very interested in some 'Quidditch'; next, I will tell the joke about the Japanese golfer..."

Vernon mutters to himself nervously.

Several people get off the car; they look very young, but no one will underestimate them because there are seven or eight bodyguards in suits protecting them.

"Repeat one last time, what should you do after welcoming them?"

Vernon says.

"I will open the door for them immediately, and then say,"

Dudley's fat face smiles with wrinkles,

"Shall I take your coats for you, Mr. Green, Mr. Finnigan, and Mr. Potter?"

"Then I will take them to the living room, introduce you—Petunia, and pour them drinks. Two-fifteen—"

"I announce dinner."

Petunia says.

"Dudley, you have to say—"

"Shall I lead you to the dining room, gentlemen?"

Dudley says, while extending his fat arm to point the way for those invisible gentlemen.

"What a standard little gentleman!"

Aunt Petunia sniffs and says.

"Exactly! Then, we should say some compliments at the dinner table. Petunia, do you have anything to say?"

"Mr. Potter, Vernon told me your ball games are great... Mr. Green, please tell me where you bought your clothes..."

"Very good... Dudley?"

"How about this: 'Mr. Potter, the teacher asked us to write about the person we admire most, so I wrote about you.'"

Several people are very satisfied.

Only Sean behind the door has a strange expression; Jia Siting is already trying his best to hold back his laughter.

And Harry covers his mouth, afraid that the sound of his laughter will spread out.

Then, the doorbell rings soon.

Vernon hangs a kind and flattering smile, and Dudley opens the door as if he had practiced countless times.

"Welcome!"

Petunia says.

Then an extraordinary, fair-skinned boy walks in.

"Oh! You must be Mr. Green!"

Sean nods expressionlessly.

Petunia is overjoyed; a handsome and rich young master... it is said that he controls the largest manufacturing workshop in England;

"Mr. Finnigan, please this way—"

Vernon is enthusiastic and careful; the reputation of this one doesn't need to be said. His family history can be traced back to the Civil War in the 17th century. His ancestor, Sir Thomas Finnigan, was the commander-in-chief of the Parliamentary Army and an important ally of Oliver Cromwell.

Although the family lost power after the Restoration, they were granted the title of Earl of Finnigan by Queen Anne in the early 18th century through shrewd marriage and turning to the Royalists, in recognition of their financial support during the War of the Spanish Succession.

Seeing the shadow of the last person, Vernon hurriedly gives a wink, and Dudley understands and greets him; next, he follows the plan and says:

"Shall I take your coats for you, Mr. Green, Mr. Finnigan, and Mr. Po, Po, Po, Po—"

Dudley is stupidly stunned on the spot, his lips closing and opening, and finally he starts to shake.

"Sorry, sir, Dudley must be sick."

Petunia doesn't know what happened, but she hurriedly pulls Dudley behind her and greets them with a smile.

"Potter!"

She screams.

"Ah! Ah! So sorry—"

Vernon pulls Petunia behind him again.

Then he also yells:

"Harry Potter?!"

Harry remembers Jia Siting's arrangement in the car just now and says nothing.

"Surprised, right? Old Mr. Potter was a good friend of my father's; it's a pity he had no children, so we finally found this distant relative of the old gentleman, Harry Potter."

Jia Siting explains seemingly casually.

Vernon and Petunia are speechless, and Dudley also shrinks his head and hides behind Petunia.

Then their dinner passes in a weird atmosphere.

Looking at their smiles that are uglier than crying, listening to their stuttering praise for Sean and Jia Siting,