Chapter 11 Dinner at No. 4 Privet Drive

As night falls, the garden in front of the house at No. 4 Privet Drive is brightly lit.

The Dursleys, a tall, fat man and a tall, thin woman, were busy inside the fence of their home.

At the same time, they will loudly talk about the reasons why they are busy...

"Porchis made the right decision."

Mr. Dursley tried his best to stretch his non-existent neck, "Riddle Consortium, they once invited me, but I recommended Porches."

"yes."

Mrs. Dursley responded, peering at the neighbors with her slender neck, observing their neighbors - although she saw no one, she guessed that these people were hiding behind the door and eavesdropping.

"Now Porchis is prosperous, yes, he is prosperous."

Mr. Dursley's voice was still strong. "He wanted to repay me. He wanted to invite me to work with him."

"Will you go?" Mrs. Dursley asked loudly, adding charcoal to the oven.

"Of course I won't. I like it here and I like my current job."

Mr. Dursley set up the dining table and said loudly, "But I have to politely refuse him because he is my friend and because it is the Riddle Consortium."

"Oh my God, Riddle Group, a rising wealth star in the City of London, and you actually rejected it."

Mrs. Dursley came to her husband's side and held his face where his neck could not be seen. "Darling, you are so good."

Mr. Dursley proudly kissed his wife, then took a deep breath and prepared to continue bragging...

"I want red meat sausage. Pierre also likes it, but there is no red meat sausage on the table. Why is there no red meat sausage..."

Their precious son Dudley roared angrily and even showed a faint tendency to turn over the table, which made the two of them immediately give up showing off.

"I'm ready, Dudley, I'm ready."

Mrs. Dursley immediately left her husband, and as she spoke, she walked into the dining room and took out the red meat sausages that had been prepared.

At this point, a crisis had just begun, and not long after, a silver Rolls-Royce slowly drove into Privet Drive and stopped in front of Dursley's house.

"Pierre, why are you here?"

Dudley, who was clamoring for red meat sausages, screamed and rushed out of the door.

"My father had a meeting, and we came over right after it ended."

Pierre got out of the car, but instead of rushing into the familiar No. 4 Privet Drive, he took out a pure-blooded poodle from the car.

"Is it the Jeffney you're talking about?"

Dudley asked as he roughly picked up the poodle and played with it wantonly.

Peel didn't care about the poodle's cry for help. In fact, he had no interest in getting a dog. It was his father's idea.

"That's it, Dudley, I'm hungry, I want to eat red meat sausage." The skinny Pierre said holding his stomach.

"Everything is ready. Come in, Pierre, and my friend Pochs, and his wife." Mr. Dursley came out and greeted several people enthusiastically.

A group of people entered the courtyard and the barbecue dinner began.

The man was chatting about work, the woman was chatting about home life, and the two children were playing with the dog. Everything seemed so happy until Mr. Porchis raised a question...

"I heard that you have a child at home, Harry. He seems to be named that, right?"

Porches' words caused Mrs. Dursley not far away to stop chatting.

"Uh...yeah, I mean...he might...probably..."

Mr. Dursley glanced at the closet in the room. He rubbed his hands nervously, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

"He is an ill-mannered child."

Mrs. Dursley said, "Rachel can testify that she has met Harry."

"Yes."

Mrs. Porchis spoke without hesitation to prove it, "It's better not to let him out. He got into big trouble last time on Dudley's birthday."

"He talked to the snake and made it bite me," shouted Pierre, who was eating red meat sausage.

"If that's the case, there's really no need to let him out."

Mr. Porches's words gave the Dursleys some peace of mind, but the next turn was beyond their expectations, "But in the long run, it would be better for me to meet him."

"Keane." Dursley asked doubtfully, "What's the point of meeting him?"

"Vernon, you know, I have a good relationship with the boss of the consortium. He intends to cooperate with me on a deeper level, such as letting me join the management of the consortium and become a core family within it."

His words made Mr. Dursley's little eyes widen greatly - if this were true, the Porches family would definitely become prosperous.

"But my family has a limited number of people, and you recommended me to join the consortium."

Porches looked at Dursley seriously and said, "Vernon, I owe you a lot."

"Kean, don't say that." Mr. Dursley replied humbly, but his face flushed with excitement. He was looking forward to what Porches would say next.

Sure enough, Porchis spoke again, and he was not disappointed.

"I want to invite you to join the consortium, and your, my children and nephews will all join in the future."

Seeing that Dursley was about to speak, Porchis stopped his words and said seriously, "The consortium is very big. More nephews must join it so that we can control more wealth. And I heard from Pierre that that kid is very obedient." If you have the strength..."

"Vernon, this is a boost, we have to make full use of resources."

Mr. Dursley was moved by Porches's words, and he turned back to look at his lady——

Mrs. Dursley, who was a typist, didn't know how to make a decision. She just gave Mr. Dursley a look that said, "It's all up to you."

"Call Harry out. He should meet Mr. Porches and learn to respect him."

Mr. Dursley ordered, and Mrs. Dursley sprang into action.

"We can share food with him."

Porchis blinked and said, "Assistants must be trained from an early age."

Mr. Dursley smiled meaningfully and nodded. He had already begun to plan in his mind, but he said firmly: "I will not leave Granning. You know how difficult it is for me to get to this point."

"Then do better. When the opportunity arises, I will propose to let the consortium acquire it. When the time comes, someone will be in charge of Groning Company, right?"

Porchis raised his wine glass with a smile. After being surprised, Dursley couldn't hide his excitement and raised the wine glasses in his hands and bumped them together.

"Ding……"

There was a crisp sound, the sound of gold coins hitting.

…

In an apartment two blocks away from Privet Drive, Voldemort sat in a rocking chair, playing with the yew wand in his hand.

In front of him, the centerpiece of dozens of televisions was playing scenes of a barbecue in the courtyard of No. 4 Privet Drive, and the sound was also recorded.

"Dark Lord, is it necessary to be so cautious?" vampire wizard Daenerys asked.

"Of course, this child was..."

The words stopped suddenly, and Voldemort leaned forward suddenly, looking at the thin boy who appeared on the screen.

He was much smaller than Dudley, with a thin face, protruding knees, jet black hair, and a pair of emerald green eyes hidden behind broken round glasses.

There is also the lightning-like scar on the forehead that cannot be seen clearly but must be there in the standard-definition picture.

"Harry Potter...is he the child of destiny or the child of planes?"

Voldemort couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

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