Chapter 171 Privet Drive and Dudley
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
"John?"
With broad shoulders and long hands, Dudley was well suited as a boxer.
He has a large frame and long arms.
The bully boy who once bullied his little cousin is now a winner in life, enjoying wealth and fame in international competitions.
When Dudley saw John, a simple smile appeared on his face, "Are you back?"
Speaking of which, John and Dudley had some friction when they were young.
John didn't know magic at that time, so he used a pencil to scare several children into crying.
Dudley was one of them, and he even ate the cake that John's family took as an apology.
Later, John went to Hogwarts to attend school, and his interactions with Dudley became less and less.
John didn't dislike Dudley, or even the entire Dursley family.
Although the pot-bellied Mr. Dursley always likes to growl when dealing with Harry, he is quite polite to his neighbors and the like.
Mr. Dursley, as an ordinary person, had the courage to protect his family and raise a gun against wizards.
He may not be a qualified uncle, but he is a qualified husband and father.
"Yeah, I'm back." Seeing Dudley, John smiled.
In fact, they met once upon the day John came back. Unfortunately, John only stayed for a while and then left.
Dudley was a little embarrassed, looking like he was at a loss to say hello, and finally remembered that he had a freshly baked pie in his hand.
"I thought you might like this."
He rubbed his nose awkwardly.
John took it with a smile and said with emotion: "You have matured a lot, Dudley."
Dudley also said: "I can never be a bully all my life."
"Yeah, I'm just a little emotional." John shook his head slightly.
Now Dudley is also the head of the family, and the responsibility of protecting his family falls on his shoulders.
Dudley finished delivering the pies and left.
John watched him walk back, his eyes falling on the warm pie in his hand.
He was going to go out for a walk in the place where he grew up.
Closing the door, John walked down the road.
Before the age of 11, he had numerous chases on Privet Drive.
At that time, the father was driving home and could see his son in a nearby park.
My mother opened a beauty salon. She was a lady-like woman who liked to hold a bone china teacup and drink black tea while looking at her son.
There is no prosperity like New York here, and high-rise buildings stand still around Privet Drive.
A cat meowed on the street, and the trash can fell with a clang.
The curb has also not been replaced in many years.
Some street lights will flicker due to poor contact.
But there are some changes, those newly installed lines and networks.
In big cities, it only takes a few years for dramatic changes to occur.
Standing at an intersection, John looked to the left. There was a road extending all the way over there, and the same was true on the right.
This is the bus stop.
There is also an old squib lady living nearby.
She had a group of cats, many of which John had touched.
John stood here for a moment.
An owl flew across the sky.
"There is no wizard in that house now."
John returned home from a walk. Before he entered the door, he stopped and looked at the bustling Dursley's house.
Under the stairs of that house, the room that once belonged to the wizard was no longer there either.
Dudley smiled and walked to the window to open it. When he saw John looking over, he was stunned for a moment.
John nodded to him, opened the door and returned to his house.
On the owl stand, the black owl Riddle squinted his eyes.
There was no flame in the fireplace, and electric lamps took the place of light.
John went into the basement.
Tom ran over and walked in ahead of John's feet.
Wagging his tail, Tom was excited about this place.
John turned his hands, and the Ice Box appeared in his hands.
He snapped his fingers and the lightbulb above his head lit up.
"Okay, now it's time to start our business."
This place, which had been his secret base when he was a student, houses many of John's alchemical results.
The great Witch King in the magical world also started to become stronger step by step from this small basement.
"Enough chips can ensure that the core can be taken out."
John touched the box of ice with both hands, and a chill began to spread along the palms of his hands.
A flash of blue light flashed in his eyes, and golden scales appeared on his arms, suppressing the chill.
Aiming in one direction, John mobilized his magic power.
next second.
The cold current rushes out from the box of ice.
This basement becomes an ice cave.
John wiped off the ice debris on his head, which was covered with black lines. "It's not a frost giant. It's really troublesome to control this thing."
"Awww."
He looked down and saw the unfortunate Tom hiding under the table, frozen together.
John had to rescue Tom from the ice.
Tom, who was out of trouble, ran outside with his tail between his legs.
"As for that." John muttered.
...
the next day.
John broke out through an ice hole in the basement which was full of ice.
He needed to admit that it was his mistake not to take away a tube of Loki's blood.
After changing his clothes, John returned to the living room.
He glanced at a letter on the table and was stunned.
Remember this is the letter he received from his uncle that day.
It was meant to be opened.
As a result, he shelved the letter because Natasha was showing off her acting skills outside.
Later, while staying in New York, he forgot about this letter.
He reached out and picked up the letter, but the yellowed envelope had not been torn open.
John picked up the letter opener and opened it.
A piece of yellowed letter paper fell down.
Before landing, he was caught by John.
When he opened the letter, John frowned.
"This is……"
John knew the words on it.
But appearing here is a problem.
Because this is an ancient language.
A thought flashed through my mind.
The letter in his hand ignited and turned into ashes, drifted away and disappeared.
After seeing that the letter was missing, John frowned.
In the dark, an unknown premonition floated in my heart.
All he could think about in his mind was the sentence on the letter.
"I'm here to find you."
There was a second photo in the letter from my uncle.
In other words, this is the real letter.
And that one was probably a mark mixed into the letter somehow.
The target of the mark is obviously John, who can understand ancient languages.
"Who is it?"
He rubbed it with his fingers.
The paper is made of a special material and possesses a special magic.
Magic is very special, John guessed, and it is not the magic of this world.
The chaotic particles above disappear and are transmitted back to another place through the mark.
Keeping this in mind, John looked at the second picture.
This time it was much more normal.
It's from my uncle.
Nothing specific.
The bear at home gave birth to a cub. The mother bear drank two bottles of vodka yesterday and the baby came out smoothly.
John knew that based on the behavioral logic of his uncle's family, this matter was most likely true.
At the end of the letter, he also wanted to invite his parents to visit Jovonovich again.
But judging from the fact that Dad was stepped on the box to drink vodka every time, I guess he refused.
But this sentence made John narrow his eyes.
"Is there movement in the spring on the mountain?"
In Jovonovich's territory, there is a trial spring.
John had entered it.
It needs to be mentioned here that Jovonovich is the last family of demon hunters in the world.
Well, that's the witch hunter who sometimes hunts witches.
No one knew that the Witch King's grandfather would be the former wizard's mortal enemy.
...
With broad shoulders and long hands, Dudley was well suited as a boxer.
He has a large frame and long arms.
The bully boy who once bullied his little cousin is now a winner in life, enjoying wealth and fame in international competitions.
When Dudley saw John, a simple smile appeared on his face, "Are you back?"
Speaking of which, John and Dudley had some friction when they were young.
John didn't know magic at that time, so he used a pencil to scare several children into crying.
Dudley was one of them, and he even ate the cake that John's family took as an apology.
Later, John went to Hogwarts to attend school, and his interactions with Dudley became less and less.
John didn't dislike Dudley, or even the entire Dursley family.
Although the pot-bellied Mr. Dursley always likes to growl when dealing with Harry, he is quite polite to his neighbors and the like.
Mr. Dursley, as an ordinary person, had the courage to protect his family and raise a gun against wizards.
He may not be a qualified uncle, but he is a qualified husband and father.
"Yeah, I'm back." Seeing Dudley, John smiled.
In fact, they met once upon the day John came back. Unfortunately, John only stayed for a while and then left.
Dudley was a little embarrassed, looking like he was at a loss to say hello, and finally remembered that he had a freshly baked pie in his hand.
"I thought you might like this."
He rubbed his nose awkwardly.
John took it with a smile and said with emotion: "You have matured a lot, Dudley."
Dudley also said: "I can never be a bully all my life."
"Yeah, I'm just a little emotional." John shook his head slightly.
Now Dudley is also the head of the family, and the responsibility of protecting his family falls on his shoulders.
Dudley finished delivering the pies and left.
John watched him walk back, his eyes falling on the warm pie in his hand.
He was going to go out for a walk in the place where he grew up.
Closing the door, John walked down the road.
Before the age of 11, he had numerous chases on Privet Drive.
At that time, the father was driving home and could see his son in a nearby park.
My mother opened a beauty salon. She was a lady-like woman who liked to hold a bone china teacup and drink black tea while looking at her son.
There is no prosperity like New York here, and high-rise buildings stand still around Privet Drive.
A cat meowed on the street, and the trash can fell with a clang.
The curb has also not been replaced in many years.
Some street lights will flicker due to poor contact.
But there are some changes, those newly installed lines and networks.
In big cities, it only takes a few years for dramatic changes to occur.
Standing at an intersection, John looked to the left. There was a road extending all the way over there, and the same was true on the right.
This is the bus stop.
There is also an old squib lady living nearby.
She had a group of cats, many of which John had touched.
John stood here for a moment.
An owl flew across the sky.
"There is no wizard in that house now."
John returned home from a walk. Before he entered the door, he stopped and looked at the bustling Dursley's house.
Under the stairs of that house, the room that once belonged to the wizard was no longer there either.
Dudley smiled and walked to the window to open it. When he saw John looking over, he was stunned for a moment.
John nodded to him, opened the door and returned to his house.
On the owl stand, the black owl Riddle squinted his eyes.
There was no flame in the fireplace, and electric lamps took the place of light.
John went into the basement.
Tom ran over and walked in ahead of John's feet.
Wagging his tail, Tom was excited about this place.
John turned his hands, and the Ice Box appeared in his hands.
He snapped his fingers and the lightbulb above his head lit up.
"Okay, now it's time to start our business."
This place, which had been his secret base when he was a student, houses many of John's alchemical results.
The great Witch King in the magical world also started to become stronger step by step from this small basement.
"Enough chips can ensure that the core can be taken out."
John touched the box of ice with both hands, and a chill began to spread along the palms of his hands.
A flash of blue light flashed in his eyes, and golden scales appeared on his arms, suppressing the chill.
Aiming in one direction, John mobilized his magic power.
next second.
The cold current rushes out from the box of ice.
This basement becomes an ice cave.
John wiped off the ice debris on his head, which was covered with black lines. "It's not a frost giant. It's really troublesome to control this thing."
"Awww."
He looked down and saw the unfortunate Tom hiding under the table, frozen together.
John had to rescue Tom from the ice.
Tom, who was out of trouble, ran outside with his tail between his legs.
"As for that." John muttered.
...
the next day.
John broke out through an ice hole in the basement which was full of ice.
He needed to admit that it was his mistake not to take away a tube of Loki's blood.
After changing his clothes, John returned to the living room.
He glanced at a letter on the table and was stunned.
Remember this is the letter he received from his uncle that day.
It was meant to be opened.
As a result, he shelved the letter because Natasha was showing off her acting skills outside.
Later, while staying in New York, he forgot about this letter.
He reached out and picked up the letter, but the yellowed envelope had not been torn open.
John picked up the letter opener and opened it.
A piece of yellowed letter paper fell down.
Before landing, he was caught by John.
When he opened the letter, John frowned.
"This is……"
John knew the words on it.
But appearing here is a problem.
Because this is an ancient language.
A thought flashed through my mind.
The letter in his hand ignited and turned into ashes, drifted away and disappeared.
After seeing that the letter was missing, John frowned.
In the dark, an unknown premonition floated in my heart.
All he could think about in his mind was the sentence on the letter.
"I'm here to find you."
There was a second photo in the letter from my uncle.
In other words, this is the real letter.
And that one was probably a mark mixed into the letter somehow.
The target of the mark is obviously John, who can understand ancient languages.
"Who is it?"
He rubbed it with his fingers.
The paper is made of a special material and possesses a special magic.
Magic is very special, John guessed, and it is not the magic of this world.
The chaotic particles above disappear and are transmitted back to another place through the mark.
Keeping this in mind, John looked at the second picture.
This time it was much more normal.
It's from my uncle.
Nothing specific.
The bear at home gave birth to a cub. The mother bear drank two bottles of vodka yesterday and the baby came out smoothly.
John knew that based on the behavioral logic of his uncle's family, this matter was most likely true.
At the end of the letter, he also wanted to invite his parents to visit Jovonovich again.
But judging from the fact that Dad was stepped on the box to drink vodka every time, I guess he refused.
But this sentence made John narrow his eyes.
"Is there movement in the spring on the mountain?"
In Jovonovich's territory, there is a trial spring.
John had entered it.
It needs to be mentioned here that Jovonovich is the last family of demon hunters in the world.
Well, that's the witch hunter who sometimes hunts witches.
No one knew that the Witch King's grandfather would be the former wizard's mortal enemy.
...
