At 4 Privet Drive, the Dursleys' house.
The severely damaged wooden door and doorframe remained in their original state.
When a gust of wind blew, half of the door panel could be seen swaying back and forth, looking rather miserable.
"Harry, pay attention to my pronunciation and hand gestures!"
Taking advantage of no one being around, Dudley picked up Mr. Diggory's wand and pointed it at his own front door. "Reparo!"
A glistening white light flashed. The wooden door and doorframe seemed to have reversed time. Wood chips and fragments flew up and adhered to the door panel, and the doorframe, which had been split, was straightened and put back in place.
In a short while, the Dursleys' front door was as good as new.
Dudley's spell teaching went without a hitch and was successful on the first try.
Harry watched all this intently and silently took note.
"I remember that when Hagrid got up this morning, he knocked a dent in the living room ceiling. You'll fix it later!"
Teacher Dudley gave an assignment.
"Yes! Cousin!" Harry replied very readily.
At this time, two familiar voices came from inside the house through the repaired wooden door.
"Listen! Our dear son is back!"
"My precious Dudley, and Harry, you've finally come back!"
Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia shouted as they ran to the door to greet Dudley and Harry.
They didn't go out all day. They didn't even feel like calling a repairman to fix the door and the ceiling at home.
Uncle Vernon had taken a special leave to accompany his wife, waiting with bated breath for his son and nephew to return from the dangerous wizarding world.
Only when he saw his son appear in front of him safe and sound did he finally let go of the hanging heart.
After seeing their family, Dudley and Harry tacitly didn't mention the dangers they had encountered today. They didn't want the Dursleys to worry too much.
In addition, Dudley had finally managed to arouse his parents' interest in learning magic and becoming wizards. He wasn't about to dampen their enthusiasm and scare them back into their timid state.
The family happily entered the house.
In the first-floor living room, under Dudley's guidance, Harry also used Mr. Diggory's wand and, showing it off like a precious treasure, cast the repairing spell, fixing the damaged part of the living room ceiling.
As for why they had to use Mr. Diggory's wand, it was because the Ministry of Magic didn't permit underage wizards to perform magic in Muggle - active areas.
The new wands purchased from Ollivanders Wand Shop had a peculiar positioning method called "trace threads" inside. The Ministry of Magic could use this to monitor the locations where underage wizards performed magic and manage and control it.
The "trace threads" would automatically disappear when the owner turned eighteen years old, so the wands of adult wizards wouldn't be monitored.
To save some unnecessary trouble, Dudley had no choice but to let Mr. Diggory's wand continue to serve its purpose as a tool for himself and Harry to practice spells at home.
Anyway, Mr. Diggory's wand wasn't too picky about its owner.
Watching Harry performing magic with a wand - like stick, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia's expressions fluctuated a bit, but they weren't too surprised. After all, they knew well that Harry was a born wizard. Nor did they have much resistance, because they had already changed their views on wizards and magic.
But in the next second, when they saw the golden light dancing on their son's fingertips with their own eyes, the Dursleys couldn't keep their cool.
Only to see Dudley found several useless and discarded iron cans in the utility room. Without using a wand, he directly placed his hands on them. A flash of golden light later, the dull and rusty iron cans actually transformed into shiny pure - gold cans.
"The iron cans turned... into g... golden ones?!"
Uncle Vernon exclaimed, with his face filled with disbelief.
Aunt Petunia also looked shocked. She never would have imagined that Dudley, just by taking a trip to the wizarding world once, had developed such extraordinary abilities.
"Is this magic? Magic can actually do this... Had I known this earlier, I probably wouldn't have been so resistant to wizards before."
Uncle Vernon picked up a golden can and examined it carefully, muttering continuously. But suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something. He quickly put down the golden can and asked Dudley worriedly:
"Darling Dudley, tell me the truth. Turning things into gold like you do, it won't have any impact on your body or lifespan, will it?"
Hearing this, Aunt Petunia's heart also rose. She quickly looked at her son, eagerly awaiting the answer.
"Of course not! There are no side effects. It's just that I can't transform too much at once. At most, I can transform 100 ounces every seven days（a week）."
Dudley said with a smile. He took out the lump of gold sand that had been transformed during the magic power eruption in the underground vaults from his coat pocket and put it into a golden can.
"100 ounces is not a small amount! And it's available every week. Our family will soon become top-notch billionaires!"
Upon hearing that it wouldn't have a negative impact on his dear son, Uncle Vernon's obsession with gold resurfaced.
"Don't make a fuss, Mom and Dad. Not just any wizard can do this. We need to keep it a secret and make a fortune quietly!"
Dudley reminded them. "Dad, you can actually quit your job at the drilling company. From now on, wherever we go, we can live a life of affluence."
"Dudley, do you mean... you and Harry won't go to Hogwarts anymore?"
Her long - standing interest in gossip had sharpened Aunt Petunia's strong sensitivity to verbal information.
"We'll decide tomorrow!" Dudley didn't hide his thoughts. "Tomorrow, a special guest will come to our house. When you were a child, you used to write letters to this guest by owl. You can be regarded as pen pals."
"What?!" Aunt Petunia was even more surprised. "Darling, do you mean Dumbledore is coming?"
She still remembered the regret from her childhood and had never forgotten this name.
"That's right!"
Dudley said to his parents with a solemn expression. "Tomorrow, Harry and I will negotiate with Dumbledore. If he can reach an agreement with me on some matters, we won't need to move. Harry and I will go to Hogwarts as originally planned.
If we can't reach an agreement, we'll have to think about our trip abroad.
Also, Mom, get ready. I've become a wizard, and you'll soon be able to fulfill your childhood dream!"
"Do you mean I'm also going to become a wizard?"
Aunt Petunia's heart was filled with a medley of emotions, a blend of excitement and bewilderment. Although Dudley had mentioned this before, she didn't have much hope in her heart.
But now, with Dudley's living example right in front of her, she couldn't help but believe it.
"Darling Dudley, what about me? Don't forget me!"
Uncle Vernon's mindset had undergone a complete reversal. Now, he was actually vying to become a wizard, a person he had once loathed so much.
"Sorry, Dad! I can't say for certain when I'll be able to turn you into a wizard. It depends on the result of my negotiation with Dumbledore tomorrow. If things go smoothly, you and Mom can both become wizards. If not, you might have to wait a few years," Dudley said, sounding a bit apologetic.
"Oh, it doesn't matter! My son, Dad's not in a rush. Dad can wait," Uncle Vernon said magnanimously.
After coming back from the magical world, the conversations within the Dursleys remained extremely harmonious and seamless. There was love and understanding among family members.
Everyone supported Dudley's decision, as they always had.
As the sky gradually grew dark, after a sumptuous dinner, Harry's eleventh birthday was almost at an end.
Dudley took an inventory of his existing resources in his bedroom, carefully made plans, and then fell asleep.
Tomorrow, an unknown day, there was still a 'tough fight' waiting for him!