A friendly day at Hogwarts

"What's the matter?" Uncle Vernon asked, shaking hands with Glenn hesitantly.

"It's not that important." Glenn let go and said with a smile, "I heard that the business in the drilling rig industry is pretty good recently?"

"Not bad..." Uncle Vernon was confused and replied subconsciously.

He vaguely felt that the boy in front of him seemed different from other magicians.

"I wish you all the best in your endeavors, Mr. Dursley."

Glenn said blessings, but his tone was not sincere. Instead, he deliberately emphasized the word "successfully".

Uncle Vernon heard something was wrong in these words, was slightly startled, and raised his eyebrows involuntarily.

An idea popped into his mind for no reason -

The boy in front of me, who looked like he was from a rich family, was threatening him, right?

Glenn ignored his reaction, turned around, and winked at Harry.

"Wish you all the best on your holidays too, my friend."

The exact same sentence structure and the last sentence "my friend" instantly proved Uncle Vernon's suspicion.

This kid is really threatening him...

In fact, it wasn't that Glenn didn't want to make the threat more obvious, but that he really didn't dare.

For middle-aged businessmen like Vernon Dursley, it has become an instinct engraved in the DNA to try to guess other people's thoughts as much as possible.

Although in the original work, he was portrayed as a greasy middle-aged man with no abilities and a bad temper.

But being able to work his way up to the position of director of a medium-sized company is enough to prove that he is definitely not a brainless fool.

If you talk too much with this kind of veteran in his professional field, you may accidentally let something slip and be caught out.

On the contrary, it would only make him think more subconsciously if he pointed it out like this.

First, he relies on luxury clothing to establish his character, then he expresses threats and warnings in a subtle way, and finally, he clearly points out his relationship with Harry as friends.

"You too." Harry smiled brightly and followed the Dursleys away.

His grandfather did not appear at the station like last year. After Glenn said goodbye to his friends one by one, he took a taxi back to Diagon Alley.

The taxi passed through the streets of London and stopped in front of the Leaky Cauldron.Glenn exchanged greetings with Old Tom and went straight back to Ollivander's Wand Shop.

The wand shop looked a bit shabby just like when I left it.

Old Ollivander seemed to have been standing at the door for a long time. When he saw Glenn coming from a distance, he immediately smiled.

After a while, the store door creaked open, and he greeted Glenn with a smile as he walked through the aisle next to the shelves and returned to the living room of the old house.

There was a small pot of Yangzhou fried rice on the dining table, and a few steaming Chinese side dishes beside it.

Sweet and sour pork ribs, steamed sea bass, stir-fried asparagus.

Although it can't be said to be more authentic than what I saw in my previous life, it can be seen that some effort has been put into it, and it is exactly the same as the restaurants in Chinatown.

"I didn't expect it!" Glenn looked at the house elf Charles in surprise and sighed, "It's only been two years, and your cooking skills have actually reached this level. You can even cook Chinese food?"

Charles waved his finger, poured hot tea for his grandfather and grandson, shook his head and said, "You guessed wrong, Master, today's dinner was not cooked by Charles."

Glenn was stunned and turned to look at his grandfather.

The gray-haired old Ollivander was looking at Glenn with a smile, his silver eyes full of kindness.

He pointed to the food on the table and said, "Try it quickly. I have been practicing for more than half a year."

Glenn picked up his chopsticks and picked up a piece of asparagus.

The asparagus was cooked at just the right temperature, with the right amount of softness and firmness, and a bit of crunch. It was much more delicious than expected.

Savor it carefully, it is fresh and sweet, and it is very similar to the familiar taste in your memory.

Seeing Glenn's expression of enjoyment, Old Ollivander smiled even more happily.

"and this."

My grandfather was not very good at using chopsticks, so he put on a fork and spoon and put a piece of fish into Glenn's bowl.

In fact, compared to freshwater bass, sea bass is not suitable for steaming, but the ingredients available in the UK are limited, so we can only make do with it.

Glenn put the fish meat into his mouth and chewed it gently. The expected fishy smell was well covered up.

The meat is firm and elastic, with the unique umami flavor of sea fish.

Of course, what old Ollivander is best at is sweet and sour pork ribs.

This kind of salty and sweet dishes, such as sweet and sour pork, sweet and sour fish, etc., have always been the favorite taste of Europeans and Americans, and my grandfather is no exception.

If his cooking training lasted for more than half a year, at least two-thirds of the time was spent on this dish.

Glenn enjoyed the heartwarming dinner with great pleasure, and several dishes were quickly cleared.

Old Ollivander smiled and saw that he had eaten and drank enough. He picked up the teacup and straightened his expression.

"There are some things that I think it's time to talk to you about, Glenn." He took a sip of tea and said.

Glenn put down his bowls and chopsticks, nodded and said, "You tell me, Grandpa."

Grandfather asked Charles to clear the table, then he took out a piece of letter paper from his pocket and handed it to Glenn.

The letter paper looks a bit old, the paper is a little yellowed, and the corners are slightly damaged.

Glenn carefully opened it and looked down. The handwriting on it was still clear.

The content of the letter was a message to old Ollivander, mentioning Glenn's parents he had never met and himself as a baby, and it was signed by a person named "C·D".

If he remembered correctly, this should be the letter that his grandfather had read when he first came to Diagon Alley.

(If you forget the content of the letter, you can jump back to Chapter 1 to review it.)

"This is..." Glenn put down the letter and looked up.

Old Ollivander folded the letter again, put it gently back into his pocket, and said, "This is the letter Caradoc left when you were sent here."

"Caradoc?" Glenn frowned, recalling this familiar name.

It seems that on the day when he first awakened his magical bloodline, his grandfather mentioned this name to Dumbledore.

"Caradoc Dearborn, an old friend of mine. He saved you from the Death Eaters and sent you to Diagon Alley."

Old Ollivander sighed slightly and continued.

"Unfortunately, after the mysterious man disappeared, he also disappeared inexplicably. According to Mad Eye, they couldn't even find his body."

Hearing him mention Mad-Eye, Glenn felt more and more that the name seemed familiar, and Dumbledore also knew about this man...

Could it be that he was also one of the first generation members of the Order of the Phoenix?

Volume [-]·End (the following words are free)

After hesitating for a long time, I decided to start the C·D line from the next volume. I bought the foreshadowing for so long that everyone has probably forgotten about it.

I won’t say too many sensational words, but it’s the same old saying – thank you readers for your continued support and encouragement.

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