At dusk, the setting sun, slowly disappearing from the horizon, gives the mansion at 6 King's Road, London, a light golden color.

This classical villa is entirely English-style, spacious, bright, and grand.

Three-story high walls are covered with creepers, the roof is a piece of beautiful brown tiles, the grass and flower beds inside the yard have been neatly rested, and a luxury Bentley car is now quietly parked outside the garage.

It is a beautiful sunset picture, peaceful and quiet.

Except on the balcony of the villa's top floor, a black-haired boy is staring at an owl between the two, unspeakably strange, and the picture in front of them is out of place.

Evan Mason stared blankly at the owl before him, eyes full of curiosity. It is not unusual for the ordinary residents of the home can see the birds, especially the other side of the claws, grasping a thick parchment made of brown envelope.

Evan had a feeling that the letter was addressed to himself.

However, he wasn't sure how to get it, as the owl seemed to be trying to get some reward from himself before he would hand over the letter.

"Hello!"

Evan greeted, trying to communicate with the other, even though it made him look silly.

"Coo"

The owl hooted softly, tilting its head to look at the boy, its brownish pupils full of wariness.

"Don't be nervous; I mean no harm!"

Evan tried his best to make his voice seem gentle; he slowly stretched out his right hand, "Is that letter under your feet addressed to me? I would like to ..."

His words had not finished, were interrupted by a loud shout downstairs, "Honey, you ready or not, we're leaving!"

Immediately after that, there was the sound of someone coming up the stairs.

"Oh no, it's my mom; I can't let her see you!"

Evan woke up with a start, not caring about further communication with the owl before him; he swung his right hand forward, trying to drive it away.

"Gu!" The offended owl hurriedly hid to the side.

"Sorry, my mom is allergic to birds; she's scared to death when she sees all kinds of birds, big and small." Evan waved his hand while explaining in an urgent tone, "You have to get out of here now!"

Evan's unreasonable movements seemed to finally convince the owl that the boy before him would not give himself anything to eat. A second later, it waved its wings, flew up, and pecked Evan fiercely, dropping the letter at his feet.

"Uh-oh!"

Evan ate, pain screamed, watching the owl as a whirlwind flying out of the balcony disappeared from his eyes.

Not caring about anything else, he rushed before his mother came in; he lowered his head and picked up the envelope under his feet, clearly written in emerald green ink: third-floor bedroom, 6 King's Road, Little Whining District, Surrey, Mr. Evan Mason to receive.

"This letter, and just that owl ..."

In front of these obviously grotesque things, Evan narrowed his eyes, letting him have a sense of déjà vu familiar.

"Evan, we must be quick; your father is already waiting for us in the car." A well-dressed middle-aged woman said in a slightly serious tone, "It's insulting to be late for your first visit to someone's home."

"Got it, Mom!"

Evan didn't have time to think about it. When the other party wasn't paying attention, he stuffed the envelope into his pants pocket.

Their family had a small gathering tonight; the other party was his father's business partner. To be more precise, his father's construction company was going to purchase a large number of drilling rigs from the other party.

For Evan, this kind of dinner party he would not have to attend. Still, the other family just happened to have a child a year older than his own, who happens to be in Smeding Middle School.

Evan is already eleven years old this year; in a month or so, he will be promoted to enter the Sheeting Middle School. His parents feel the need to let their children know in advance and the future senior contact.

"Mom, you still haven't told me; what's the name of that senior?"

Along the way, Evan felt that he had to do something to divert his attention from the letter in his pants pocket; before he knew the content of this letter, he was unsure if he wanted to tell his parents about this matter.

Perhaps it was just a bad joke someone had played, and there was no point in worrying his mother about it.

"Honey, as I told you last week, the boy's name is Dally." Mrs. Mason replied briskly.

"Dally Desiree, I bet you guys will be great friends." Mr. Mason added as he drove.

"Dally Desiree, that's quite a name!" Evan lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

He did know someone with this name as well.

If he remembered correctly, Dali Desiree should be a character in the "Harry Potter" series of novels he had read before being reborn. In the book, Derek is a domineering, pampered child who brought Harry a miserable childhood.

This guy, Evan, impressed me, but it is difficult to say what a good impression.

But that is, after all, a fictional character. However, he was reborn in the 80-90s in the United Kingdom. Still, there is no evidence that this is Harry Potter's magical world.

"Relax, it's just a coincidence that they were renamed."

Evan tried to convince himself, but he was vaguely uneasy when he thought of seeing that owl just now.

Taking advantage of his parents not paying attention, Evan secretly took out the letter from his pants pocket; he quickly turned the envelope over, only to see in the back of the envelope a piece of wax seal, a shielding coat of arms, capital "H" letters around the circle of a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake.

Evan's eyes widened, his hands clenched and trembled as he opened the envelope, pulled out the letter, and read: "The Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Albus Dumbledore(President of the International Wizarding Federation, President of the Wizards' Guild, and First-Class Wizard of Sir Merlin's Order).

Dear Mr. Mason: We are pleased to inform you that you have been granted permission to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of books and equipment needed. The semester is scheduled to begin on September 1st. We will be expecting your owl by July 31st.

Yours sincerely, Deputy Headmistress Mileva McGonagall.

Oh, dear, it was a letter of enrollment from Hogwarts; he should have known; who else but that wizarding school would deliver a letter with an owl.

"Honey, you don't have to be so nervous." Noticing Evan's abnormality, Mrs. Mason turned around. She whispered reassuringly, "I heard your father say that the Dursleys are very friendly. Dali is a good and polite boy; you'll definitely like this new friend."

"Yes, mom!" Evan replied subconsciously, "I'm not nervous, just a little excited."

According to the familiar natural world, he had been preparing for the future for the past eleven years. Still, he was suddenly told that this was a magic world he was utterly unfamiliar with. Was this not a joke.

Fortunately, before Evan was reborn, this set of Harry Potter novels was his favorite, the content of which is also more familiar. Even if he cannot remember the plot, the significant events are more or less able to recall, which relieves him.

Now the question is, how to tell his parents about this.

Also, if not wrong, he will be able to meet Derek Dursley and the famous Harry Potter.

When Evan was in a quandary, his father slowed the car to a stop and said softly, "Darling, we're here, No. 4, Joan of Arc Road!"

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Evan calmed down and followed his parents into the house.

He first saw Mr Vernon Dursley in a tuxedo and bow tie and Dally, who was as big as a piglet.

"Good evening!"

"Good evening, Mr and Mrs. Mason." Dally put on a disgustingly contrived smile, "Shall I take your clothes?"

"Thank you, son!" Evan's mother pulled Evan out, hiding behind her, and introduced him to Dali, "This is our little Evan; he's going to enter Something Middle School this year as well, so you'll have to take care of him at school from now on."

"It's my honor, madam!"

Seeing that Dali seemed to be trying to give himself a hug, Evan hurriedly took half a step backward to avoid the other party; he followed his parents into the living room; while saying polite words, he quietly looked around.

He followed his parents into the living room and quietly looked around while conversing politely. The room had obviously been carefully tidied up for today's party.

Not far away, the kitchen smelled strong, with today's dinner pudding on top of the fridge, a pile of whipped cream cake on the table with frosted cordials, and a large roast sizzling in the oven.

But that wasn't what Evan was looking for; just like in the books, there was nothing Harry Potter-related to be seen in the house, and it was clear that the Dursleys didn't want outsiders to know about their unusual nephew.

Evan's mouth was slightly upturned; that poor child, at this time, should be quietly hiding in the small room upstairs, not making a sound, to pretend that he was not at home.

Thinking about it, he felt he had to do something.

"I'm sorry, Mr Desiree." Evan interrupted a tiresome joke about a Japanese golfer that the other man was telling, "As you know, I don't visit people's homes very often, and I'm inquisitive about everything here, so if you don't mind, I'd like to have Derek walk me around a bit before we start dinner."

"No problem; let Dali accompany you to his room and look at his newly bought game console." Seemingly considering Evan's age was unable to understand the jokes he was telling, Vernon Dursley very quickly agreed, "Go play, kids; when it's time to eat, I'll have Penny go up and call you."

Dally reluctantly accompanied Evan out of the parlor; according to the plan, he should have continued complimenting the Masons with all those fleshy words instead of attending to a small child wandering around the house.

Especially since he had to restrain himself and make a good impression. It was a difficult task for Derek.

The two of them walked up to the first floor; Evan listened to Dali's introduction of his newly purchased game console while curiously surveying a small room at the end of the corridor, the door of which was tightly shut.

"What's in there?"

"Nothing, that's my cousin's room; he's not home right now."

Dali's expression was unnatural: "We'd better hurry to my room; I'll show you ..."

His words had not finished, and a loud banging interrupted the small room. The next second, he did not have time to stop; he saw himself beside the boy, walking up to open the door to the room.

Evan opened the door, and through the dim light, he saw a boy about the same size as himself standing in front of the wardrobe.

The boy was small, had bright green eyes, tousled dark hair, and a thin lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead.

Harry Potter looked surprised; he had just hidden his house elf, Dobby, when the door to his room was opened, and surprisingly, it wasn't Aunt Vernon, but a boy he had never seen before.

"Good evening, you must be Dali's cousin; I'm Evan Mason; nice to meet you!"

Evan held out his right hand, his heart filled with joy, finally meeting you, Harry Potter.

"Hello, I'm Harry Potter; nice to meet you too." Harry hesitated, reaching out his hand to shake Evan's.

If he was right, the other man would be the child of the wealthy building merchant who had visited today. Harry wasn't sure if he should contact the other man, who, according to Aunt Vernon's arrangements, was supposed to stay in the room and keep quiet, pretending he wasn't there.

Harry had been listening to Aunt Vernon for two weeks about the importance of today's dinner party. If it was messed up, he couldn't imagine how hard he would be for the rest of the day.

Outside the door of his room, Dally was urging the boy called Evan to get out of there. As bad as it felt, Harry had to admit that it was the only thing he had agreed with Dally about this summer holiday, especially as a house elf in the wardrobe beside him was not fit to be seen by muggles.

Evan didn't seem to hear Dali's urging; his attention shifted entirely to the birdcage next to the window containing a snow-white owl.

"A pure white owl all the way, that's cool!" Evan turned to Harry, "What's its name?"

"Hedwig, he's my pet." Harry quietly closed the cupboard door that was opening.

"I would love a pet like that, but unfortunately, my mum is allergic to birds." Evan turned and continued to look at Hedwig, "Can I feed him?"

"No problem, but I don't have any food." Harry sighed; Aunt Vernon wouldn't let him put Hedwig out to feed. In fact, for the rest of the summer, Harry had been saving some of his dinner to provide the other.

"What does it eat? I see a lot of it downstairs in the kitchen ..."

"Evan, Mum's calling us down for dinner!" Before Evan could finish his sentence, he was stiffly interrupted by Dali, who seemed to have finally plucked up the courage to walk into Harry's room and try to rescue Evan from the situation.

"Well, I guess I can come back after dinner."

Evan followed Dally two steps and, seeing that Harry wasn't moving, was slightly surprised, "Harry, aren't you coming with us?"

" I won't go; I've already had dinner!"

Harry's stomach lurched, but he was confident that Aunt Penny would not be happy to see herself at the table.

"Come on, even if you're done eating, you can have some dessert." Evan took Harry's arm, continuing, "And then we can get something together and feed Hedwig; she looks starving!"

"You can't do that; he can't come down to eat with us." Dali hastily stopped Evan.

"Why, isn't he your cousin?"

"Yes, but ..." Dali struggled to find the words, explaining to Evan, "He's not like us; he's a freak."

"Freak?!" Evan frowned; he saw that Harry beside him was also very excited, forgetting to keep closing the ever-opening cabinet door.

The next second, a tiny green monster popped out of the wardrobe with two large bat-like ears and a pair of protruding green eyes the size of tennis balls.

The house elf Dobby, Evan immediately guessed who it was, but he just didn't expect the house elf to be so ugly.

"How dare you insult the great Harry Potter before Dobby!" Dobby screamed as soon as he jumped out of the wardrobe.

Everyone has not reacted to the time; stretched out, the right-hand index finger pointed fiercely at the frozen on the side of the Dali.

Suddenly, there was a light green flash, a firecracker-like bang, and a scream, and then Dali covered his fat are with both hands, jumping up and down in pain and screaming. When he turned around, Evan saw a curly pig's tail sticking out of a hole in his trousers.

After being turned into a pig's tail by Hagrid last year, poor Dali suffered another agreeable encounter this year.