HP Magic Biography

After Hedwig flew out of the narrow window, Harry seemed to relax.

Fanlin would give him some suggestions, and he believed that his friends would not let him down.

At least, there is no such **** dream this night.

Soon, it was time for the Dursley family's breakfast time.

When Harry arrived in the kitchen, the three were already sitting around the table. He walked over and sat down in silence, and no one looked up during the whole process. The uncle's red face was hidden by the morning paper, and her aunt was dividing the grapefruit into four. Her teeth were like horse teeth and her lips were pursed.

Dudley looked furious and angry, as if taking up more space than usual. He always occupies an entire side of this square table. When his aunt put a quarter of the not-so-sweet grapes on his plate, he glared at her angrily, and the aunt said to her, "Yours, eat, dear!" After the report came back, his life became very unpleasant.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia found excuses for their son's low grades as they did in the past. Aunt said Dudley was a very talented child. Unfortunately, the teacher did not understand him, and the uncle said that he did not want his son to study too hard. They only passed the critical remarks on the report card, and the aunt said with tears, "He is a child with violent personality, but he will not hurt a fly."

However, there was a comment from the school nurse at the end of the transcript, which the uncle and aunt could not explain. No matter how my aunt complains about Dudley's big bones, the cost per pound is about the same as a puppy, saying that he needs enough food when he grows. But this fact can't be changed. The school clothing salesperson said that he could not find such big bloomers for Dudley to wear. The school nurse noticed that her aunt’s eyes were sharp only when someone made fingerprints on her shiny wall and observing the coming and going of neighbors, but turned a blind eye to her son’s problems. Dudley didn’t need nutrition. In terms of weight and size, it has reached the weight of a killer whale.

After losing a lot of temper and arguing, the floor of Harry's bedroom was trembling. Aunt shed a lot of tears, and the new feeding regimen list began. The food list was sent by the school nurse and posted on the refrigerator, except for all Dudley’s favorite foods: bubbly drinks, cakes, chocolate candies, hamburgers, and stuffed with fruits, vegetables, and what the uncle called it In order to make Dudley feel better about the "rabbit food" food, my aunt insisted that the whole family eat with the new food list. She now gave Harry a portion of grapefruit, and Harry noticed that his portion was much smaller than Dudley's. My aunt seemed to feel that the best way to maintain Dudley's fighting spirit was to convince Dudley that he did eat more than Harry.

But my aunt did not know what was hidden upstairs and under the floor. She didn't know that Harry didn't follow the recipe at all. As soon as he got the news that he might eat carrots all summer vacation, he immediately released Hedwig to beg for help from his friends, and they all helped generously. Hedwig brought back a large box of sugar-free snacks from Hermione's house (Hermione's parents are both dentists, and naturally they pay attention to tooth protection).

Harry's school administrator gave a bag of stone cakes, made at home (Harry hasn't moved yet, he knows the cooking skills of the administrator too well, Hagrid's mouth is not comparable to ordinary people). Mrs. Weasley sent her owl (Ero) to send a large bag of fruit pies and various meat pies. Poor Ero, who is old and weak, needs five days to recover. Later on Harry's birthday (which Dursley completely ignored) he received four big cakes, Ron, Hermione, Fanlin, and Sirius each gave one. Harry left two more to make real breakfast. He started to eat his sleeves without complaining.

The uncle let go of his newspaper, sneered at it, disapproving, and then he looked at his share of fruit.

"Is that all?" he muttered to his aunt.

Aunt gave him a stern look, looked at Dudley and nodded. Dudley had already eaten his share, and his greedy eyes looked at Harry's share sourly.

The uncle sighed, messing up his big handful of bushes, and he picked up the spoon.

The doorbell rang, and the uncle got up from the chair and went into the hall. Dudley took advantage of his mother's busy filling the kettle with water and ate all his father's share.

Harry heard the speech at the door, someone laughed, and his uncle responded rudely. Then the front door closed, and the sound of tearing paper came from the hall.

My aunt put the teapot on the table and looked around curiously, wondering where my uncle was.

She didn't have to wait long to know the answer: after about a minute, he came back. He looks very angry.

He shouted at Harry, "You, go to the living room, now!"

Harry was puzzled, not knowing what he had done this time, Harry stood up, followed his uncle out of the kitchen, into another room, and his uncle slammed the door shut.

"Therefore," he said as he walked into the fireplace, turned to Harry, and roared as if he was about to arrest Harry, "Therefore."

Harry was going to ask, "So, what?" But he didn't think he should provoke his uncle early in the morning, especially when there is insufficient food for breakfast and high stress. So he stood there, polite but looked puzzled.

"This has just been received," the uncle said, waving a purple letter paper to Harry, "a letter. Yours."

Harry was even more confused. Who is writing to the uncle about him? Who knows to send letters through postal staff?

The uncle glared at Harry, then looked down at the letter and read aloud: Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, we have never met, but I am sure you know a lot about my son Ron.

Harry may have told you that the Quidditch final will be held next Monday night, and my husband Arthur got the ticket in the Ministry of Magic and Sports through his relationship.

I hope you will allow us to take Harry to the game, because this is the only chance in life.

The United States has not been a host for 30 years. Tickets are particularly difficult to buy. Of course, we are very happy to let Harry spend the rest of the holidays with us until we send him on the train safely back to school.

It's best to let Harry reply to us as soon as possible, in the normal way, because non-magical postmen never deliver letters to our home, and I'm not sure if he knows the address.

Hope to see Harry soon, your sincere Molly Weasley post; I do hope we have enough stamps.

After reading the letter, the uncle put his hand back in his chest pocket and pulled out another thing.

"Look at this!" he growled.

He held up Mrs. Weasley's letter paper, and Harry had to suppress the urge to laugh. The envelope was full of stamps, except for a small strip of Dursley’s address in lowercase.

Harry said, "She has enough stamps," try to sound as if Mrs. Weasley made a mistake that anyone could make. Uncle Vernon's eyes flashed.

The uncle’s teeth rang, and he said, “The postman noticed it, and it’s interesting to know where the letter came from. That’s why he rings the doorbell. He seems to think this is funny.”

Harry couldn't say a word. Others don't understand why the uncle is too critical of stamps, but Harry and Dudley have lived together for too long, and they don't know that they will be allergic to anything extraordinary. What they worry most is that others associate them with people like Mrs. Weasley.

Uncle Vernon still stared at Harry, and Harry tried his best to force nature, not to say or do stupid things. He waited for Uncle Vernon to speak. But he just stared. Harry decided to break his loneliness.

"So... can I go now?" he asked.

There was a twitch on the uncle's big purple face and his beard stood up. Harry knew that behind the beard, the two fundamental natures of the uncle were fighting fiercely. Allowing Harry to go will make Harry happy, which is the opposite of the goal his uncle has been fighting for for thirteen years. On the other hand, let Harry go to Weasley’s for the rest of the vacation, leaving two weeks in advance. This is something other people can't ask for. The uncle really hated Harry for being in his house. As if to give him time to consider, he looked at Mrs. Weasley's envelope again.

"Who is this woman?" he said, staring at the signature in disgust.

"You've already seen it," Harry said. "She is my friend Ron's mother. She took him off Hogg... and off the school train. It was not last semester."

He almost said "Hogwarts Express", which would surely make the uncle angry. No one dared to mention the name of Harry's school in Dursley's house.

The uncle's face wrinkled wrinkles as if trying to remember something extremely unpleasant.

"A pudgy woman?" he growled at last, "a lot of red-haired kids?"

Harry frowned. The uncle could call anyone "squat", but he would never do it to his own son, who has not been allowed to call it since he was three.

The uncle looked at the letter again.

"The Quidditch World Cup," he muttered, holding his breath, "what kind of **** is this?"

Harry was stabbed with anger again.

"It's a sport," he said shortly, "play on the broomstick."

"Yes, yes!" the aunt said loudly. Harry was somewhat satisfied, he saw his uncle a little frightened. Obviously, his nerves can't stand the word "broom" being spoken in his living room. He distracted by reading the letter. Harry saw that his lips seemed to say, "Respond to us in the normal way." He glared.

"Normal way? What does she mean?" he demanded.

"It's normal for us," said Harry, and his uncle hadn't stopped him yet, and he added, "you know, send a letter with an owl. That's normal for a wizard."

Uncle Vernon looked furious, as if Harry had just made a disgusting oath. Shaking with anger, he looked out of the window anxiously, as if he was about to see some neighbors with their ears on the glass to listen.

"How many times have I told you not to mention those unnatural things at home?" He said, his face completely changed to pig liver. "You stand there, you ungrateful thing wearing the clothes your aunt and I gave you..."

"It's just that Dudley doesn't want to wear it!" Harry said coldly. Indeed, the undershirt he was wearing was too big. The sleeves had to be rolled up to five rolls before reaching out. .

"You are not allowed to talk to me like this!" Uncle Vernon said, shaking with anger.

But Harry was not prepared to endure this anymore. The days of being forced to obey Dursley's rules are over, he will not eat according to Dudley's recipe. He will not let Uncle Vernon stop him from going to the Quidditch World Cup.

"I will write to my godfather, you know, Sirius Black."

He did this, like saying something magical, and now he saw the purple fade on his uncle's face, dripping with sweat, and it looked like ice cream mixed with black vinegar grains.

"You will write to him, won't you?" Uncle Vernon said. He wanted to calm down, but Harry saw his pupils shrink from fear.

"Oh," Harry said casually, "it's been a while since he received my letter, you know ~www.readwn.com~ If he didn't receive my letter, he might start to consider if there is any trouble. ."

He stood there proudly feeling the effect of these words. He could almost see what the uncle was thinking. If he prevented Harry from writing to Sirius, Sirius would think Harry was being abused. If he does not allow Harry to watch the Quidditch World Cup, Harry will write to Sirius and he will also think Harry is being abused. Then the uncle can only do one thing. Harry seemed to be able to see that conclusions were being formed in his uncle's brain, as if his brain were transparent. Harry tried to pretend to be as expressionless as possible, and then-"Well, you can go to this stupid-World Cup. You write to tell this, these Weasleys ask them to pick you up, I don't have time Go to see you off. You can spend the rest of your vacation there. What you can tell you—your godfather. Tell him...tell him...you are going."

This is Harry's killer, a murderer, uh... once.

But in the Muggle world, this has not been undone, and the Ministry of Magic will not try its best to erase the memories of so many people.

Naturally, Uncle Vernon's knowledge of Sirius still remained at the time when he killed people.

This was a terrible thing for Muggles, not to mention that Vernon knew that it was Harry's godfather, a wizard who had killed people, and the Muggle police could not play any role.

If you make Sirius unhappy, the Vernon family will be threatened or something else.

If it really happened, Vernon would have nothing to do. If Harry couldn't use magic outside the school, then Vernon would naturally fear Harry.

Of course, this cannot be changed out of habit.

Harry didn't care, as long as he was an adult, he could leave here.

This assassin was what Fanlin taught him before he left. It's called masturbation!