Chapter 485 (1/2)

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

Van Lin would give him some advice, and he believed that his friends would not let him down.

At least, there's no goddamn dream on this night.

Soon, it was breakfast time for the Dursleys.

By the time Harry arrived in the kitchen, the three were already sitting around the table. He came and sat down in silence, and no one looked up in the whole process. My uncle's big red face was covered by the morning paper. My aunt was dividing the grapefruit into four parts. Her teeth were like horse teeth, and her lips were closed.

Dudley looked angry and angry, as if to occupy more space than usual. He always occupies one side of the square table. When his aunt put a quarter of the grapes on his plate, he glared at her angrily, and she said to her, ”eat it, honey.” Since he came back with his year-end study report in the summer, his life has become very unhappy.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia made excuses for their son's low grades as usual. Aunt said Dudley was a gifted child, but the teacher didn't understand him, and the uncle said he didn't want his son to study too hard. They only mentioned the criticism on the report card, and his aunt said with tears in her eyes, ”he is a violent child, but he will not hurt a fly.”

However, at the end of the report card, there was a comment from the school guard, which my aunt and uncle could not explain. No matter how my aunt complained about Dudley's big bones, the cost per pound was about the same as that of a little dog, who said he needed enough food when he was growing up. But it can't change this fact. The school clothing salesman said that he couldn't find such a large pair of short pants for Dudley to wear. The school nurse noticed that her aunt's eyes were sharp only when someone made a winning fingerprint on her shiny wall and observed the coming and going of neighbors, but she turned a blind eye to her son's problems. Dudley didn't need nutrition. In fact, Dudley had reached the weight of a killer whale in terms of weight and size.

After a lot of tantrums, the argument made Harry's bedroom floor tremble, his aunt shed a lot of tears, and a new feeding list began. The food list was sent by the school nurse and pasted on the refrigerator, except for all Dudley's favorite foods: bubbly drinks, cakes, chocolate candies, and hamburgers, while fruits, vegetables, and what his uncle called ”rabbit food” were stuffed in. In order to make Dudley feel better, his aunt insisted that the whole family follow the new food list. She now gave Harry a grapefruit, and Harry noticed that his share was much smaller than Dudley's. My aunt seemed to feel that the best way to keep Dudley's fighting spirit was to make sure that Dudley did eat more than halide.

But my aunt didn't know what was under the floor upstairs. She didn't know Harry didn't eat the recipe at all. As soon as he got the news that he might have to eat carrots for a summer vacation, he immediately sent Hedwig out to his friends to ask for help, and they were all generous. Hedwig brought back a large box of sugar free snacks from Hermione's home (Hermione's parents are dentists and naturally pay attention to tooth protection).

Harry's school administrator gave him a bag of stone biscuits, which he made at home (Harry hasn't moved yet. He knows too much about the steward's cooking skills. Hagrid's teeth are not comparable to ordinary people's). Mrs. Weasley sent her owl to bring large bags of fruit pies and all kinds of mince pies. Poor arrow, old and frail, took five days to recover. Later on Harry's birthday (Dursley completely ignored) he received four big cakes, one from Ron, Hermione, van Lin and Sirius. Harry left two for real breakfast. He began to eat his sleeves without complaining.

His uncle let go of his newspaper, scoffed and disapproved. Then he looked at his own piece of fruit.

”Is that all?” He muttered to his aunt.

His aunt gave him a stern look, looked at Dudley and nodded. Dudley had already eaten his share, and his greedy little eyes looked sour at Harry's share.

With a long sigh, his uncle messed up his big bushy Hu. He picked up the spoon.

The doorbell rang, and the uncle got up from his chair and went into the hall. Dudley thundered at the rest of his father's share while his mother was busy filling the kettle.

Harry heard the talk 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 to find out where my uncle had gone.

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

He yelled at Harry, ”you, go into the living room, right now!”

Harry was puzzled. He didn't know what he had done this time. Harry stood up, followed his uncle out of the kitchen and into another room. His uncle slammed the door.

”So,” he said, walking into the fireplace, turning to Harry, as if to arrest Harry, ”so.”

Harry was going to ask, ”so what?” But he felt that he should not offend his uncle early in the morning, especially in the case of insufficient breakfast food and high tension. So he stood there, polite but puzzled.”This has just been received,” said the uncle, waving a piece of purple writing paper to Harry, ”a letter. Yours. ”

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

Aunt Wen glared at Harry, then looked down at the letter and read aloud: Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, we have never met, but I'm 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 tickets in the Ministry of magic and sports through a relationship.

I hope you'll allow us to take Harry to the game because it's the only chance in my life.

The United States has not been the host country for 30 years, and tickets are particularly difficult to buy. We are certainly very happy to let Harry spend the rest of his holiday here, until he can safely board the train and return to school.

It's better for Harry to write back to us as soon as possible, in the normal way, because the non magic postman never delivers letters to our home. I'm not sure he knows the address.

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

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

”Look at this!” He growled.

He held up Mrs. Weasley's stationery, and Harry had to suppress the urge to laugh. The envelope was full of stamps, except for a small, small letter address of the Dursleys.

Harry said, ”she has enough stamps,” and tried to sound as if Mrs. Weasley had made a mistake anyone could have made. Uncle Vernon's eyes flashed.

”The postman noticed it, and he was interested to know where the letter came from, and he rang the doorbell. He seems to think it's funny