"How do we trust you!"

"Uh...I'll tell you a few Chinese words?"

Just as Wang Yao was thinking about what to ask the person inside to open the door, the door was suddenly opened.

The cold wind carried rainwater into the door, and was blocked by Wang Yao's back, and squeezed in through the gap, blowing the hair and hem of the pajamas with oil lamps. Just like the original plot of Harry Potter, the relatives of Harry Potter were one short and one tall and thin. It was surprisingly appropriate.

The short and fat man held a hunting rifle, but did not look at him.

"Please come in, sir." Aunt Penny hugged her husband's arm beside her and gave up the space.

Wang Yao was stunned and stepped in with a strange expression. Did the couple believe it or were they planning to catch a turtle in the jar?

Then he saw Dali, who was hiding behind the sofa, hiding with a fat face, secretly looking at him.

Of course, there is also little Harry Potter. He was sitting on a blanket in front of the fireplace, looking at himself curiously. He was not afraid.

The first floor of the lighthouse is not big, and the only furniture is the dining table against the window and the sofa in front of the fireplace. The former looks to be broken at any time, while the latter has many broken holes on the shabby sofa, which protrudes from the broken hole with greasy and dirty cotton.

Since there was only one sofa, I naturally let my son lie on it. Little Harry could only lie under the sofa, next to the fireplace, and was spread on the cold floor by a thin blanket.

The narrow wooden ladder in the corner leads to the second floor, which is the bedroom of the couple.

The overall feeling here is shabby and dirty. In order to let Harry avoid the invitation from the wizards of Hogwarts, the couple is really hard-working.

"You said you were a tourist in distress..."

"Yes, I was washed here by the waves, and my companions disappeared..." Wang Yao answered very politely, showing a moderate hint of sadness. He just walked forward a few steps before stopping. The rain lie down along his shoes, forming a small puddle on the soles of his feet.

Wang Yao's calves were still trembling slightly, which was a sign of forced support after taking off his strength.

"Oh, it's so pitiful..." Aunt Penny moved, covered her mouth lightly, turned her head and whispered in her husband's ear: "You go to entertain guests first, I'll make some hot soup."

After Penny turned to the stairs, the short and fat Uncle Vernon seemed to have thought of something and asked Wang Yao to sit on the sofa.

"Hey boy, go upstairs to get a clean towel." He turned around and ordered Harry Potter sternly, completely different from his kindness when he treated Wang Yao.

The wet Wang Yao chose to sit at the dining table by the window. When he ordered Harry, Wang Yao just watched quietly, not trying to stand up for Harry Potter.

If three of them were killed at this time and only Harry Potter was left behind, would Harry Potter hate me?

Wang Yao was startled by the thoughts he had appeared and quickly lowered his head to cover up his strange look.

Even if you don’t hate, you must never be friends with yourself. Before you think of a specific plan, Wang Yao does not plan to do anything that may change the plot.

When I was thinking about the excitement, the steaming bowl was handed to my eyes.

"Sir, have some soup." Penny's slightly mean face was smiling.

"Thank you..." Wang Yao's expression changed a little, and he was stunned for a moment before quickly reaching out to take the hot soup. In the original plot, the couple should have been mean and sarcastic. Their son also enjoyed bullying Harry. He felt a little helpless when he was treated so kindly at this moment.

Maybe they only treat Little Harry like this. Wang Yao picked up the bowl and sipped it and explained to himself.

A hot stream flowed down the esophagus, and then the warmth spread throughout the body. It was said to be soup, but it was actually just hot water.

"Can you tell me what time it is now? And I want to know if I can contact the outside world now. I need to ask the British government for help." After drinking the hot soup, he put the bowl on the dining table, and Wang Yao tried his best to act like an ordinary person.

"Now... it's almost nine o'clock." Penny glanced at the quartz clock on the wall and replied. "If it's good weather, you can rely on the boat in the north to row to the shore, but this kind of weather..."

Lightning flashed through the window appropriately, illuminating the faces of several people in the room.

On the isolated gravel island, there is no entertainment, and with such bad weather, it is normal to sleep at nine o'clock.

Nine o'clock... If Wang Yao remembers correctly, at twelve o'clock, it was Harry's 11th birthday. Hagrid, the giant who brought the invitation letter from Hogwarts Academy, would knock on the door and take Harry away.

He has less than three hours to move.

"It's not intentional offense. If you can escape here, it's definitely the God of Luck that is protecting..."

"Okay..." Wang Yao pretended to be disappointed and sad, and then looked up around. "Are you the guardians here?"

"We're going to live here for a while because of some things." Vernon's face looked slightly ugly, and he glared at the little Harry who had handed him back the towel.

"Thank you..." Wang Yao thanked the towel sincerely. After a close look, Harry was white and tender, wearing a pair of glasses. A part of the lightning-shaped scar on his right forehead was covered by his hair.

He simply wiped his face and his wet black hair with a towel.

"Uh... no thanks." Little Harry probably thought of something, and then replied for a moment. He thought of it as he said to himself when he let the python go away at the zoo not long ago.

But it is obvious that animal thanks and human thanks are different. Being grateful to an adult makes him somewhat flattered.

This is something that Harry has never had before, and he also developed a little favor to the "polite" Wang Yao.

"Okay, you can go back to your bed," Vernon ordered.

Harry Potter curled his lips and turned back to "bed".

The next conversation between the three was very enjoyable. Wang Yao's targeted remarks quickly won the favor and trust of the couple. This can be seen from Vernon's no longer holding the hunting rifle in his hand.

"Are you pregnant?" Seeing that the relationship became familiar, the couple's son, Dali, lay on the back of the sofa, pointed at Wang Yao's belly and said.

Only then did they notice that Wang Yao's shirt was slightly raised, indeed, as if he was pregnant.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"It's okay." Wang Yao waved his hand and took out the close-fitting piece of clothing. This was a princess dress worn by a little girl, with black and white lace, and Wang Yao's body temperature. Even if it looks wrinkled because of the wetness, it cannot cover up its beauty.

It is 1991 now, and although there are some aesthetic differences from twenty years later, there is not much difference. It can be seen that the couple likes it very much.

"This is...my relative's thing. She was separated from me..."

"Oh, I'm so sorry..." Penny said apologetically, then she choked up.

"If it were my baby... I really don't know what to do."

"The guest is still here." Vernon said softly to his wife, and then expressed his apology to Wang Yao.

"Nothing." Wang Yao blinked a few times, allowing the tears to disappear.

"May I ask... where should I go if I want to rest?" When I realized that this couple who were particularly excited about being particularly excited because of the appearance of this "guest", might even drag them to chat all night, Wang Yao decisively showed fatigue and wanted to find a place to rest.
Chapter completed!