Chapter 633 Uninvited Birthday Guests

On this day, there was another dispute at the breakfast table at No. 4 Privet Drive.

Early in the morning, Mr. Vernon Dursley was awakened by a loud and strange noise in his nephew Harry's house.

"That's the third time this week!" he growled across the table. "If you can't control that owl, let it go!"

Harry, who was coming out of the kitchen with a frying pan and an apron still tied around his waist, tried to explain.

"It's so bored. It's used to flying outside. If I could let it out at night..."

"Do you think I'm a fool?" shouted Uncle Vernon, a trace of fried egg dangling from his thick beard. "I know what will happen if you let an owl out. It will bring back dozens of times more. owl!"

At this, the Dursleys exchanged panicked, dark looks.

They will never forget in their lifetime the fear of being dominated by the omnipresent owl letters.

"Listen, boy!" Mr. Dursley raised his stubby finger, "I've given you a bigger bedroom, and I haven't thrown your damn devil's books and strange utensils into the trash. It’s just for the sake of helping your aunt in the kitchen this month, but if you still want to go further, then it’s too much!”

"But……"

"What's more, I remember giving you a chance, right? It's not my fault."

Glancing at Harry who seemed to want to refute, Uncle Vernon's little eyes flashed with shrewdness.

"If there are letters, you can indeed reply selectively. But unfortunately, judging from the current situation, it seems that your popularity in that weird place is very bad, and no friends want to contact you. "

After experiencing the owl bombing last year, Vernon Dursley knew very well how troublesome wizards with sick minds can be when they become stubborn. In order to prevent a similar situation from happening again this year, he made an agreement with Harry before the start of the summer vacation. Unless he was replying to a letter, he was not allowed to take the initiative to contact those weird guys.

"They must not have received it. Let me try again..."

After hearing Mr. Dursley's words, Harry's face darkened slightly and he said with some reluctance.

However, before he could finish his words, his words were drowned out by a long and loud burp from his cousin Dally.

Dally grinned and turned to face Harry, tapping his fork against his plate.

"Hey, cook, bring me some more fried bacon."

"Did you hear what your cousin said? Potter, pass the frying pan!"

Aunt Petunia glared hard at Harry, who was still stunned on the spot, turned her head and looked at her big son with wet eyes.

"We have to hurry up and make you fat... The school food makes me feel uncomfortable... You are so hungry that you have lost weight..."

"Nonsense, I was never hungry when I went to school in Smelting - it was the best middle school in this area, whether it was food, teaching, or even the people around me, it was all top-notch! Dudley's food was not bad. , isn’t it, son?”

Uncle Vernon retorted emotionally, then glanced contemptuously at Harry, who was standing at the kitchen door.

"At least, it's definitely much better than some shabby places... I won't let my son go to a place that actually allows students to learn to cook for themselves. You can imagine that the food in that school How bad.”

"The food at Hogwarts is the best in the world, bar none!"

Harry slammed the frying pan on the table and said angrily.

Perhaps due to excessive force, the bacon slices in the frying pan suddenly bounced up, crossed half of the table, and hit Mr. Dursley accurately on the face with a snap, like a loud slap in the face, instantly leaving the man alone. I called back all the words.

As the piece of bacon was imprinted on Vernon Dursley's face, the whole room seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

Then, Harry's ears were filled with the deafening roar of Mr. Dursley.

"Boy! What do you want to do?! Until now, you are still eating and using me..."

Mr. Dursley dropped the slice of bacon from his face on the table and jumped, the veins on his temples showing.

"I'm sorry, it was just an accident." Harry said quickly, "I didn't -"

To be honest, Harry wasn't sure whether it was because he was using too much force, or whether the magic in his body was helping a little bit again.

"Don't think I don't know you're the one who did it!"

Uncle Vernon bulged his eyes, shook his fist and shouted, spittle splattering on the table.

"I warned you! Don't use the tricks you learned in that shabby place in my house! Especially on us! Breakfast is over, and you don't need to prepare lunch! Go back to your Room! Now, immediately!"

"Okay," said Harry, "well...I'm not hungry at all anyway!"

Harry glanced at Uncle Vernon, who was standing at the other end of the table, panting like a short-breathed rhinoceros. He took off his apron and threw it on the table. He left the kitchen without any hesitation and returned to his room. .

Ever since he came home for the summer, Uncle Vernon had been treating him like a ticking time bomb.

Even if he followed the eldest sister's advice before leaving and took the initiative to show kindness to the Dursleys, such as helping with housework or contributing to the cooking of three meals a day, it would only slightly ease the relationship.

As long as magic is involved, the Dursleys seem to have seen a virus and wish for him to disappear in an instant.

If we use Vernon Dursley's original words, it would be the most wonderful thing if Harry does nothing, squats in the room obediently and doesn't come out, doesn't let the neighbors see him, and then leaves quietly. of help.

Of course, after trying Harry's skills once or twice, Vernon reluctantly changed his story.

"This little kid is still somewhat useful-"

However, to Harry, the attitude of the Dursleys didn't mean much.

Although he was raised by the Dursleys and lived in this family for ten years, he knew very well that he was completely different from this family. There was no overlap in personality, appearance, or hobbies.

Returning to his room gloomily, Harry looked at the calendar beside his bed that he read several times a day.

"There's still a month left, I really want to go back to Hogwarts..."

Harry missed Hogwarts so much that his insides ached.

He missed the castle, the secret passages and ghosts, his classes, especially Potions Master Snape's class, the letters brought by owls, the banquets in the Great Hall, the four-poster bed in his dormitory, I miss the cabin on the edge of the Forbidden Forest and the gamekeeper Hagrid. I miss Elena, the eldest sister, and everyone in the castle.

Today happened to be his twelfth birthday, and the Dursleys obviously wouldn't remember that.

Of course, Harry didn't have high hopes. They never gave him any decent gifts, let alone birthday cakes. What really made Harry lose control of his emotions was that he suddenly felt as if he had been abandoned by the world. Feel.

Over the past month, he had missed his friends so much, missing Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Elena Kaslana, Hermione Granger... but they seemed a little bit different. Don't miss him either.

It had been a full month since the summer vacation, and no one had written to him. Malfoy had obviously promised to keep in touch.

And his godfather, Sirius Black, seemed to have disappeared from the world. Since the end of the Hogwarts trial, he had never seen him again. He only occasionally received a few letters from men in school.

really……

Perhaps as Professor Snape said, the godfather his father found for him was indeed unreliable.

boom!

Bang bang bang!

At this moment, Harry heard a strange ping-pong-pong-pong sound coming from the closet in the room.

"Return the letter to Kreacher quickly, you despicable bastard!"

"Dobby, Dobby must protect Mr. Potter!"

It sounded like... someone was fighting inside?

Harry frowned in confusion, subconsciously pulled out his wand, and looked at the violently shaking wardrobe with a wary expression.

With the sound of something hitting wood, the closet door suddenly burst open.

Two small humanoid things with two big bat-like ears and a pair of protruding eyes struggled and rolled out of it - two house elves that had never been seen before, and one that looked very old. , one is younger.

And the target they are fighting for is a crumpled parchment letter.

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