Harry jumped down from the sofa. Although Anna's living room was a hundred times warmer than the Dursleys' cupboard, he still had to return to the small cupboard.
"I have to go back first."
"So early!" Anna looked at the grandfather clock. "It's not even eight o'clock yet!" British dinnertime was generally late. "Do you have the key?
Mrs. Penny and her family may not be back yet. "
"Yes, I know. I don't have the key either." Harry shrugged helplessly. "I have to squat at the door before they come back, so they won't... Um... punish me too much?"
Anna frowned. "Then I'll go with you." No matter what, an eight-year-old child squatting and shivering in the cold was not something Anna wanted to see. "We can walk the cat while we're at it."
Anna looked at the cat, Snow, who was lying in Elvin's arms. Snow sensed her gaze and turned his head as well. The human and cat looked at each other speechlessly.
Standing at the door of No. 4 Privet Drive, Harry saw that the Dursleys were indeed not back yet. He glanced at the cat, whose face was full of reluctance, and felt a little guilty. "Actually, you don't have to come..."
Anna was actually a little embarrassed. In this world, she and Harry were not so familiar with each other that they squatted by the roadside and chatted together. They had just officially met today. However, Anna had read all of Harry's stories in the book. She sympathized with and appreciated this brave boy, so she felt very close to him, like an old friend who had known each other for a long time.
"But I'm still very happy." Harry smiled very cutely. "Um... besides Mr. Spar, oh, maybe Miss, you're my first friend!"
"Mr. Spar?"
"That's a spider in the cupboard. Sometimes it hangs down from the net at night. I guess it's saying goodnight to me..." Harry scratched his head. "Isn't it a little strange?"
"Not at all." Anna reached her hand to the back of her neck and pulled out a yellow furball. "This is strange. It's called Mr. Mighty."
"This is a creature called Woolly Woolly Woolly. If you touch it, it will make a buzzing sound."
Harry took Mr. Mighty, stunned. He held it in his hand and did not dare to move. "Is it alive?
Oh my god!
Wu — "
Pu Rongrong ran up Harry's arm to the back of his neck and tickled his shoulders. From the look on his face, Harry was very happy.
"Maybe boys have a higher body temperature. Mr. Wei Meng likes you more, so I'll leave it with you first," Anna added. "It can also help us send messages."
Harry could not refuse.
Two people, a cat and Pu Lingrong squatted by the roadside. Snow the cat always wanted to pounce on Mr. Mighty, so Harry took Mr. Mighty to avoid Snow's pursuit.
Anna was reading the spell book she had brought out, muttering to herself. She suddenly looked at Harry. "Hey!
Do you want to go in first, Harry? "
Harry lifted Mr. Mighty up to prevent the cat, Snow, from pouncing on him. "I want to, but I don't have the key …"
"We don't need a key. Let's do something like a wizard —" Anna pointed out the spell book to Harry. "Lockpick!"
Harry's eyes widened, and he had a bad premonition in his heart. He still remembered the feeling of flying dozens of meters in the air.
"Anna, I think …" Harry tried to stop the excited Anna, but it was too late.
"Araho, open the door!" Anna pointed her wand at the poor door lock.
"Crack!"
The door lock flew out together with the wood on the side, as if it had been violently broken by a criminal. Anna's lockpick spell could be said to have succeeded, but it could also be said to have not succeeded.
The door was opened, but looking back at the intention of the spell, the lock on the ground was still locked.