Chapter 868 Holiday

Number 4, Privet Drive, is a quiet and ordinary Muggle residence. It is home to Harry's aunt and her family. It is also the home where Harry grew up, a place that is not warm to Harry.

Hermione looked at Harry Potter's residence curiously: "It's a nice place, Harry."

Harry forced a smile, but he didn't want to go home at all.

"I'll help you unload your luggage." Duran's car was just an ordinary three-box car. The two children had too much luggage, so Duran had to put the luggage that couldn't fit in the trunk on the roof of the car.

"Thank you, Mr. Duran."

"Harry, what are you going to do with these old first-year books? Collect them or sell them in Diagon Alley?" The wizard world is the same as higher education in the Muggle world. Books are a very expensive expense, so many people from poor families will go to the second-hand market to buy books.

Harry shook his head: "I don't know."

"I will put all the first-year books in the room and review them throughout the holiday until I receive the second-year book list." Hermione said her plan.

It's a good suggestion, but Harry doesn't have a room yet. If he still lives in the stairwell, these things can't be put away at all.

Hermione obviously noticed that Harry was in a bad mood. Her other classmates did not have such bitter expressions when they went home: "Harry, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Looking at the door, Harry took a deep breath, feeling heavy and his steps were heavy.

"Let me help you ring the doorbell." Duran had already pressed the doorbell.

"I'm here, who is it?" There was a brisk footstep from behind the door, and it was a woman who responded.

The door opened, and a thin middle-aged woman opened the door, wearing a floral dress and a bib. When she saw Harry, her face immediately fell: "It's you, who else did I think it was? Why are you so slow? Why don't you go back to your room quickly?"

My room? Harry was stunned. He didn't even know he had a room.

Hermione couldn't believe her ears when she heard the woman's shrill screams. Is this a relative?

"The room next to the toilet on the second floor is yours now, lazy guy." Aunt Petunia was really angry. She hated Harry: "Go upstairs quickly, and then come down to work, do you hear me?"

"I heard you, Aunt Petunia." Harry immediately pulled his luggage into the house and went upstairs. This was a rare opportunity.

Hermione was completely stunned. Is this home? God, this is simply hell, and this woman is an old nun.

Poor Harry Potter.

"You can leave. We don't welcome any wizards here." Snap, the door closed.

Duran didn't say a word.

"Dad, is this really Harry's home?"

"I'm afraid it is, but Harry's parents are dead, this should be Harry's relative's home."

"Even relatives are not so cold-blooded." Hermione couldn't stand it at all. She felt sorry for Harry.

"Forget it, let's go home. Since Harry didn't apply to leave, it means he can still stick to living." Duran thought it was shameful for these adults to vent the resentment of the previous generation on their children.

Returning to her home, looking at her loving parents, sister and godmother, Hermione suddenly felt that she was a hundred times luckier than Harry Potter. Although she was not a legend, her family was happy.

"Hermione, you must spend the next two months with your aunt Grace. How about we travel around Europe?" Grace was ready to have a great time.

Summer vacation is a happy time for all children, except Harry Potter. He stretched his neck every day to receive letters from his friends, but there was none.

And his uncle and aunt did not allow Harry to go out, so he worked at home all the time, and then stayed in his room, a larger cell. It seemed that nothing had changed, and his one semester at Hogwarts was just a dream. If it weren't for Hedwig, the owl sent by Hagrid, in the room, Harry Potter might think he was crazy.

"Hedwig, why didn't you send any letters?" Harry talked to the owl every day when he had time, but he spoke Parseltongue, not Eagletongue. Hedwig just stared at Harry with round eyes.

Compared to Harry's miserable life, Hermione's life is as brilliant as fireworks. She goes shopping in Paris, skiing in Sweden, and visits magical villages in other parts of Europe under Robin's guidance.

Because wizards have an efficient way of moving, office and commercial areas are concentrated, but residential areas are scattered. Pure wizard villages are all over Europe, and they have different styles. Some wizards even deliberately build their houses in the wilderness, and there are no people for hundreds of miles. Anyway, they have floo powder and door keys to go out, which is very convenient.

The reason why Robin visits so many wizard villages is entirely because of investigation. With the support of Duran, Robin is finally going to promote the skateboard racing competition, which is to compete in speed. She needs to build tracks in multiple suitable competition venues, wilderness, farmland, rural areas, and towns, just like the F1 competition system, and get points through ranking in each game. The one with the most points in a season is the champion.

However, due to the magical magic of wizards, many rules need to be formulated. Robin is going to spend a year to launch the skateboard racing competition tomorrow summer vacation.

It was almost time for school to start when they returned to London, so Duran took Hermione to Diagon Alley to buy books.

"I wasted the whole summer vacation. I can't believe I wasted two whole months." Hermione started to complain now. She obviously had the back-to-school syndrome and started to worry about her grades again.

"You still have two days to preview your homework." Duran smiled.

Hermione agreed with him, but she soon frowned because she saw that the bookstore was surrounded by people. If she wanted to go in, she would probably have to wait in line for a long time, maybe one or two hours: "What happened? Isn't this a bookstore that only has a few people? Why is there more people than snack shops this year?" Hermione always thought that apart from her, few people would love bookstores so much.

Duran saw the banner. There was a man named Gilderoy Lockhart holding a book signing event: "Isn't this your second-year Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher? Your book list clearly shows all the works of Mr. Lockhart."

Hermione wanted to cry but had no tears.

"What's wrong?"

"I think two days are not enough for me to finish reading so many books." Hermione thought of something very serious.

Du Lan thought that no one else treated novels as textbooks, but his daughter was still worried about not having time to finish reading these novels. He really didn't know what other strange things would happen in the new semester.