I'm Really an Alchemist

The Dursleys, tangled in mixed emotions, also forgot to invite the musicians to stay for dinner.

He just silently sent Zhou Qi out of the house.

"I hope next time, I can see a better version of you." Zhou Qi put his arm on his chest, doing an ancient British etiquette, then turned and left Privet Drive.

Only the remaining flowers and fallen leaves are left, a pile of mess.

PS: Thanks to Lu Xun for the big hot strips, thanks to Yakumo's blade, thanks to No. [-]'s blade, which is one step away, and thanks to Xueba for returning Gu Weiwei's blade

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Chapter 361 Letters of Chapter 4 (for subscription)

The cool moonlight shines into the room through the screen window.

Harry tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep, his mind was full of what happened in the morning, what he heard from his uncle and aunt, about his parents.

This is a new experience for him.

At the Dursleys, nothing about his parents was ever talked about, Harry had asked, and had been hungry for days.

Something has changed.

Harry got up from the bed and lay down by the window looking at the quiet night sky.

On the second day, Harry with dark circles got up from bed, turned off the alarm clock, and prepared breakfast for the family.

When he came downstairs, Aunt Petunia was already making sandwiches.

"Morning, good morning! Harry!" Aunt Petunia turned her head without a trace, her tone was a bit dry: "I've prepared breakfast, hurry up and wash up!"

Harry opened his mouth slightly, eyes widening.

What shocked him even more was that when he took today's morning paper from the door and handed it to Uncle Vernon, this fat man who had never looked good towards him turned red and squeezed out his teeth. A word of thanks.

My goodness!

Isn't today the Day of the Resurrection?

Harry was keenly aware of the change in the attitude of the Dursleys towards him, and all this was caused by Mr. Ivan's home visit yesterday. Could it be that Mr. Ivan is the angel sent by God to save me?

"Why is Harry having breakfast at the same table as me?"

The sleepy-eyed Dudley was sitting in his place in his checkered pajamas, but he jumped up suddenly.

He pointed at Harry opposite him with an expression of disbelief.

This cousin's status in the family is not as good as that of grandma's pet dog, so it is impossible for him to eat at the table!

Questioned by Dudley, Harry subconsciously picked up the sandwich and was about to walk away silently, but a thick arm stretched out, pressed his shoulders, and made him sit on the seat.

The head of the house, Vernon, and his wife looked at each other.

You can see the determination in each other's eyes.

"Dudley!" Vernon said in a low voice, "Harry is our family. We owed him something in the past, but after today, we will make up for our past mistakes and never bully Harry again!"

Dudley was stunned, and stammered, "What, what do you mean, Mom, Dad is crazy!"

The hostess, Penny, who always doted on her son, turned her head cruelly, ignored her son's complaints, and expressed her attitude.

"why?"

Dudley screamed, unable to accept the change in his parents' attitude.

However, common methods such as rolling and crying have completely lost their effect.

The Dursleys have made thorough psychological preparations, not only to make their son change, but also to make up for their nephew's debt.

For the first time in his long eleven-year career, Dudley felt powerless. On the contrary, Harry Potter seemed a little uncomfortable with the respect and care he had never had before.

But this feeling...

He loves it.

"Harry, from this weekend onwards, you will take the music class instead of Dudley!" Vernon felt sorry for the investment he was about to make, and during the night talk with his wife last night, they made it clear that they felt guilty towards Harry.

This guilt makes them want to make up for it.

And the best way to make up for it is to train Harry to be a good man and stay away from wizards and magic completely.

Since Dudley has no musical ability, let this opportunity be given to Harry.

"Ok?"

After Dudley heard his father's decision, he felt sad at first, but then he thought about it, didn't he just want to get rid of the piano class and continue to enjoy the wonderful weekend?

Let Harry go through the torture instead of me!

Dudley looked down and snickered.

In this way, Harry Potter replaced Dudley Dursley as a student in the music class, and he gradually got used to the belated affection from his uncle and aunt, and the smiles on his face gradually increased.

"Good morning, Mrs. Bell."

Wearing new clothes bought by his family, Harry greeted his neighbor's wife happily.

Finally, he didn't have to wear Dudley's old clothes anymore, he'd had enough of being a size too big and smelling old.

The neighbor's wife looked at Harry's heartfelt smile and said hesitantly, "Good morning, Harry. Has something good happened recently? You have become different from before...you are more cheerful."

Harry said, "Uncle is going to take me to learn the piano!"

Just as he was talking, Uncle Vernon drove out the car from the garage, rolled down the window and said, "Harry, get in the car, today is your first class, we have to be early!"

Harry bid farewell to the neighbor's wife politely, and sat happily in the passenger seat.

This has always been the exclusive seat for Cousin Dudley and Aunt Petunia.

Seeing the car leaving with exhaust fumes, the neighbor's wife hadn't recovered yet, and she could feel the slight change in Mr. Vernon's attitude towards Harry.

She was delighted with the change in Harry's living circumstances.

But she didn't know whether she should tell Dumbledore about this.

No matter what happened to Harry Potter, where he went, what he did, he must be told in detail.

But Wizard White's indifference to Harry Potter, the savior of the wizarding world, annoyed the neighbor's wife. She hesitated for a moment, stopped writing, and threw the letter into the stove.

Anyway, it didn't take long for Harry Potter to receive an acceptance letter from Hogwarts.

Just let him spend some time undisturbed!

.....

Cars are parked in open parking.

Harry Potter opened his mouth wide, and looked up at this European-style garden villa covering an area of ​​several hectares.

Immediately after Uncle Vernon walked into the villa and came to the magnificent living room with European-style elegant carpets and mahogany cabinets, Uncle Vernon greeted him familiarly.

"Good morning, Dr. Granger."

"Good morning, Mr. Dursley."

Hermione's father returned the salute gently, then looked at the little boy with glasses who was hiding behind Vernon and looked timid, and couldn't help but wondered, "Who is this? Didn't you bring Dudley?"

Vernon looked ashamed.

"Mr. Ivan said that Dudley's musical talent is terrible and he is unwilling to work hard. I can only replace him. This is my nephew, Harry! Harry Potter!"

Harry said to Hermione's father, "Hello, Doctor Granger."

"Hello, Harry!" Granger said very gently, "You are about the same age as my daughter, so you should be able to become very good friends."

daughter?

Harry froze suddenly, he thought of the girl he met at the concert.

At this time, the butler walked into the hall and politely led Harry to the door of the piano room.

"Yes, Miss Hermione, you have done hard work!"

He heard Mr. Ivan's admiration from the piano room, Harry leaned nervously, and saw the teacher and student in front of the upright piano through the crack of the door.

Hermione was overjoyed.

Zhou Qidao: "I have nothing to teach you about music theory, and you can master fingering very quickly. If you are willing to take the path of a pianist, you must master the basic skills."

As he spoke, he took down a stack of hand-painted staves from the table.

The cursive English and the print-like staff are full of force.

This is Zhou Qi's basic skill practice based on Hanon's piano fingering in memory, which ensures the connection between fingering and the fun of music.

It is the most boring time to learn the basic skills of the piano. Many people will give up if they can't survive this period of time.

"Five minutes left."

Zhou Qi glanced at the wall clock and said, "What style of music do you like?"

Hermione was holding the staff happily, and said hurriedly: "I like the Hathaway Variations you played at the concert, teacher. I like the ethereal feeling very much."

As a child, of course he would like piano music with a more modern style.

Eleven-year-old girls cannot fall in love with Beethoven's Symphony of Destiny, they have no such experience.

Zhou Qi remembered the piano music he had listened to on a barrage website before time travel.

There are many ACG piano pieces, which are very suitable for little girls like Hermione, and should inspire them to learn the joy of piano.

"Harry!"

Zhou Qi shouted towards the door: "You come in and listen together."

The door was slowly pushed open, and a little boy wearing glasses squeezed in with a blushing face. Hermione looked at it and thought it looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it before.

"This is my new student, Harry Potter, who came to study instead of his cousin." Zhou Qidao.