"Adelaide, it's time for breakfast!"
"Coming!"
In the attic, Adelaide did not go downstairs after hearing Hermione's call; instead, she remained steadfast at her post.
Today was July 24, 1991. It had been four days since she and Hermione returned to the house at No. 7 Bauhinia Road to monitor the savior.
Just last night, Dumbledore had sent her a letter saying that an Owl would be sent today to deliver an admission letter to Harry Potter, and he urged Adelaide to keep a close eye on the movements of The Dursley Family living at Number 4, Privet Drive.
Zijing Road and Privet Drive were only two streets apart, and the terrain on the Zijing Road side was slightly higher. As long as Adelaide lay on the small window in the attic and raised the Omnioculars in her hand, aiming the lens at Number 4, Privet Drive not far away, she could see everything happening inside the Dursley house through the window.
In fact, Adelaide didn't need to pay too much attention because she had watched this plot hundreds of times in her past life. As long as the cockroach soul didn't come out to cause trouble, the next step would be to follow The Dursley Family when they fled the house, and then let Hagrid go to the hut on the rock to bring Harry out.
Indeed, she had just witnessed little Harry bending over to pick up three letters scattered on the doormat and then quickly walking back into the house.
The gears of fate began to turn; the main course was finally about to be served.
At this moment, Harry was as thin as she remembered seeing him on the screen in her previous life, but the clothes he wore were quite well-fitting, and his hair wasn't too messy. It seemed her intervention years ago had still had some impact on Harry; his life was a bit better than it had originally been.
Through the first-floor kitchen window of the Dursley house, Adelaide clearly saw little Harry walk to the dining table and hand two of the letters to That middle-aged man with a bloated build and serious expression, then obediently sit in a chair to the side, full of joy as he prepared to open the letter sent to him.
Just as Harry broke the seal of the envelope and was about to pull out the parchment to read its contents, the equally fat boy beside him suddenly mumbled something. Before Harry could react, That middle-aged man reached out and snatched the letter from Harry's hand.
After the middle-aged man hurriedly scanned the writing on the parchment, his entire being instantly seemed to turn into a rigid stone statue, standing blankly in place without moving.
Then, as if he had suffered a great shock, he began to shout at the top of his lungs and waved over a tall, thin woman.
The woman hurried over and glanced curiously at the letter; the next second, her face turned deathly pale, and she took a step back, looking as if she might faint at any moment.
The fat boy, dissatisfied with being ignored, raised the wooden stick in his hand and mercilessly struck the middle-aged man's head with a heavy blow.
Accompanied by a dull "thud," the middle-aged man grimaced in pain but still suppressed his anger and began to argue heatedly with the boy.
This argument did not last long. Soon, the middle-aged man, using his physical advantage, grabbed the boy firmly by the collar with one hand and gripped the bewildered Harry with the other. Like picking up chicks, he roughly threw them both out of the kitchen.
The Dursley couple left in the kitchen were in a state of chaos; in a fit of rage, they lit Harry's admission letter on fire, watching helplessly as the flames slowly consumed this important letter until it turned into a pile of ashes.
Adelaide, quietly observing all of this from afar, unhurriedly lowered the Omnioculars in her hand.
Seeing that the timeline had not undergone any major changes, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
In that case, she didn't need to keep staring here today. Later, she would write a letter to Dumbledore to inform him truthfully that The Dursley Family had prevented Harry from receiving his admission letter.
Adelaide rubbed her eyes, which were a bit sore from long periods of concentration, while carefully climbing down the slightly steep and narrow attic stairs.
Sunlight spilled through the window onto the dining table, illuminating the figures of the two girls sitting opposite each other.
Before them lay ham sandwiches meticulously prepared by Mrs. Figg, their inviting aroma filling the air.
Hermione took a small sip of milk and asked, "So, was the admission letter delivered?"
Adelaide originally wanted to tell Hermione directly that this task was a long-term battle—but then her eyes darted, and she had a better idea.
She instantly entered drama queen mode, her tone carrying a hint of dissatisfaction and helplessness as she said with righteous indignation, "It was delivered, but The Dursley Family won't let the savior see the contents of the letter. I really don't know what they're thinking, actually not wanting the savior to go to Hogwarts!"
Hermione indeed fell for it, her face showing an expression of incomprehension as she followed Adelaide's words with a surprised question: "Why? The magic world is clearly so wonderful, why would they stop the savior from entering Hogwarts?"
Adelaide roughly stuffed the sandwich into her mouth as if in a huff and chewed vigorously; then she picked up her milk glass and drained it in one gulp, standing up after letting out a burp.
"Hermione, not all Muggles are as open-minded as your parents. In fact, among the Muggle freshmen Hogwarts recruits every year, about one-fifth ultimately choose not to attend."
"The reasons... vary. Some families have already planned out their children's future development paths and feel that learning magic would disrupt those plans; some are because the elders in the family are conservative believers who firmly believe magic is a desecration of God, so they resolutely oppose their children's contact with magic; and some people are just pure 'know-it-alls' who, no matter what anyone says, simply refuse to believe that such a thing as magic actually exists in the world."
After saying this, Adelaide shook her head and then spoke with a face full of justice: "Forget about others, but Harry Potter is the savior of the Wizarding World, and the Potter Family is full of heroes—if only for his parents who sacrificed themselves so bravely, I must find a way for him to receive his Hogwarts admission letter. I'm going to write to Dumbledore right now!"
Although unclear about what exactly caused Adelaide's emotions to become so heightened, Hermione was clearly infected by this strong feeling. She eagerly spoke up: "Dear Adelaide, if there's anything you need my help with, please tell me—I'm very willing to do my best to help you."
Hearing Hermione's positive response, Adelaide looked gratefully into her eyes and said, "I'm planning to write a letter to Dumbledore, but once I start writing, I won't be able to distract myself to monitor The Dursley Family's movements. I wonder if you would be willing to go to the attic and keep watch for the morning in my place?"
Hermione agreed without hesitation, her face beaming with a cheerful smile, happy to be of use.
She quickly stuffed the rest of her breakfast into her mouth in a few bites, then picked up the Omnioculars from the side, gave Adelaide a tight hug, and ran toward the attic.
In the blink of an eye, Hermione's petite figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs, leaving only a string of light footsteps echoing in the air.
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