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4 Privet Drive, near noon.

At Vernon Dursley's request, Harry and the others rehearsed the dinner party process once again.

Of course, most of it was the Dursley family's business. For Harry, he only needed to prepare the dinner according to the previously set menu, and then quietly hide in his bedroom and not make a sound.

Undoubtedly, Mr. Dursley had no intention of introducing his nephew to the Masons from the very beginning.

And in Vernon Dursley's opinion, as long as this situation continues, he has a very good chance of getting the signed and sealed agreement before the ten o'clock news, successfully securing this biggest order of his life.

Ever since tasting the delicious food cooked by Harry, Vernon Dursley became increasingly confident about this dinner party.

"Okay—I'm going to town to pick up Dudley's and my suits, as for you..."

Vernon Dursley turned to look at Harry, forcing a friendly smile, "Remember our agreement, as long as you prepare the dinner properly and help me get this order, I won't bother with your broken school and broken bird business."

"Yes, yes, yes, don't worry, I'll be as serious as a house-elf."

Harry replied listlessly, not as excited as the Dursley family.

Now his mind was full of the pile of letters intercepted by the house-elf Dobby, and how he should take those letters back if he met it again… Maybe try to knock it down with a flying broom?

"Pay attention! Boy!" Vernon Dursley frowned. "This is a very important matter. I emphasize again, if you dare to mess something up, I will definitely—what's that sound outside?"

Before Mr. Dursley could finish his words, a low rumble interrupted him.

Vernon Dursley subconsciously looked out the window, but didn't see any motorcycles driving by on the street. The sound grew louder and louder, eventually turning into an almost roaring howl, and Dursley finally realized the source of the sound—

The sky!

"Hell! What is that thing!"

Vernon Dursley quickly pulled out the double-barreled shotgun placed by the fireplace and looked at the yard vigilantly.

A giant motorcycle descended from the sky and landed directly in their newly manicured yard. A bearded, tall, dark-haired man stepped off the motorcycle, holding a strange small wooden stick in his hand.

A wizard! This is a wizard!

Vernon Dursley's pupils contracted violently. He was no stranger to this thing.

And Aunt Petunia next to him seemed to be going crazy. She could even imagine what the surrounding neighbors would come over to ask tomorrow. A giant motorcycle descending from the sky, oh my god, the police might already be on their way?!

The dark-haired wizard waved his wand deftly, and an invisible air barrier flashed past.

After a semester of magical studies, Harry knew that it was most likely a silent Protego.

As for the identity of this wizard, Harry had already recognized him.

Sirius Black, his godfather.

"Who are you?"

Seeing Sirius Black seemed to intend to walk into the house, Uncle Vernon raised his shotgun, staring at the strange wizard standing in the yard, clenching his teeth and shouting loudly.

"I warn you, I have a gun! You better not plan to—"

*Pop.*

Accompanied by a light sound like a firecracker.

Sirius Black's figure suddenly disappeared from the yard and appeared directly in the Dursley family's living room.

"Phew, Harry, it's good you're okay," Black said, sounding relieved.

However, compared to Sirius' calmness, the entire Dursley family's nerves were instantly strained to the extreme.

Meeting an adult wizard again, Dudley looked extremely nervous, tightly protecting his butt, and after a terrified scream, staggered backward, hiding behind his father.

And his mother was already trembling on the side, as if she had encountered some monster.

Vernon Dursley let out a shrill scream.

"I want you to leave immediately, sir!" He raised the gun in his hand. "You're trespassing."

"Quiet, Dursley, I'm not here for you."

Sirius Black glanced at Vernon Dursley, then continued to turn his gaze to Harry.

"Harry, are you not in any danger? Could you not let that big idiot point the gun at me, I'm afraid I can't help but cast a spell on him, forget it, I'll do it myself..."

Sirius glanced at the shotgun in Mr. Dursley's hand, and waved his wand lightly.

Then, the shotgun in Vernon Dursley's hand seemed to be grabbed by an invisible giant, easily pulled away, drew a parabola in the air, and was thrown into the corner on the other side of the living room.

Uncle Vernon made another strange noise, like the sudden deflation of a balloon being punctured.

"This is Sirius Black, my godfather, my dad's good friend. Don't worry, he's a good person, but I don't know why he's here, I guess he might not understand Muggle social etiquette..."

Just then, Harry suddenly stepped forward, explaining to the Dursley family.

"Mr. Black? Why are you here?"

"The letter I asked Kreacher to send you was intercepted, so I had to come in person."

Sirius Black shrugged, turned to look at Harry, and said with a smile.

"Happy birthday, Harry, I don't want my godson to not receive a single blessing on his birthday."

"Kreacher? Is that house-elf yours?"

"To be precise, it belongs to my mother and brother. It's been staying in the old house ever since she died. I originally thought it was dead, but I didn't expect it to still be alive—and I just happened to become the last legal heir of the Black family. Oh, and to correct one thing, I can't be considered a good person."

Sirius Black shook his head self-deprecatingly, turned to look at Uncle Vernon, and showed a dangerous smile.

"In fact, I was just released from wizarding prison not long ago. I heard that Harry has been abused by you all these years, and I've always wanted to find a chance to meet you—you know, Potter's son is my son."

"Guess what James would do if he knew his son was being abused?"

Uncle Vernon's face instantly became extremely fearful.

If before he didn't know what could make him more uneasy than a wizard appearing in front of him, then he knew now, when a released convict from the magical world came to make trouble.

"Abuse? That's slander," Mr. Dursley retorted loudly.

"We have never abused Harry, never!" Aunt Petunia shrieked, trembling all over.

"I don't think a Muggle family that even forgets their nephew's birthday can be any good."

Sirius Black slowly shook his head, turned his gaze to Harry standing not far from him, and said casually, the wand waving back and forth between his fingers, making the Dursley family involuntarily tremble every time it pointed at them.

"Harry, just say boldly how they treat you, I'll support you."

"Actually..."

Harry turned to look at Uncle Vernon standing next to him, and then looked at Black in front of him.

Harry didn't really have much familiarity with this godfather who suddenly appeared in front of him, especially after hearing Professor Snape's evaluation of Sirius, he was even a little afraid of Sirius Black.

Harry had originally thought that if his parents' friends wanted to support him, he would pour out all the bad things the Dursley family had done to him and teach Uncle Vernon and Cousin Dudley a good lesson.

But these words disappeared when they reached his lips, and he looked at Uncle Vernon's increasingly panicked expression.

"Actually... Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia have always been good to me. Over the years, Dudley and I have also attended the same elementary school, and we eat the same food every day. Tonight, we were originally planning to prepare dinner together..."

"That's right, to celebrate this kid's birthday."

Vernon Dursley suddenly ruffled Harry's hair and interjected with a grin.

"Listen, mister!" he said. "I have to go to town to buy Harry a birthday cake now. If you don't have anything else, I think you should come back another time, and we've invited other guests tonight."

"Preparing... a birthday dinner?"

Sirius Black raised his eyebrows and repeated suspiciously.

His gaze swept over the kitchen and refrigerator in the back of the living room.

Now it was already filled with all kinds of unprocessed ingredients, half-made puddings, and marinated beef and mutton—even if he didn't cook much, Black could see that they were indeed preparing an incredibly lavish dinner.

"Yes, Uncle Vernon also invited one of his business partners."

Harry nodded, replying extremely seriously.

"...Oh, is that so?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Sirius Black's face, and he raised his hand to scratch his nose.

This was slightly different from what he had heard from Hagrid. He originally thought that Harry was being abused in the Dursley family, but from the current situation, it seemed that this family wasn't as bad to Harry as rumored?

"Then, can I attend Harry's birthday party together? As Harry's godfather, I've never celebrated a birthday with Harry all these years. Oh, right, Harry, I also prepared a birthday gift for you, I'll bring it to you later."

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