Chapter 265 Egypt

The Dursleys' dinner came to an end in a strange atmosphere.

"Would you like to feed that owl of yours? I left some bread." Aunt Petunia put the raspberry jam in the middle of the table, and Cousin Dudley immediately took a big spoonful of it.

"No need, it's used to flying outside and will look for food by itself at night." Harry explained.

Upon hearing this, Uncle Vernon's beard trembled, and a bit of broth swayed on his thick beard.

Petunia wanted to say something more, but her words were drowned out by a long, loud burp from her cousin Dudley: "I want some bacon too."

"There's still more in the frying pan." Aunt Petunia agreed, getting ready to stand up and get the frying pan. "Harry, are you full? Do you want some more?"

"No."

The one closest to the frying pan was Harry. He shook his head and refused the bacon, then stood up and handed the frying pan over. "I'm full. I'll go and do my homework first. You can put the pots and bowls in the sink. I'll come out later." tidy."

After closing the stairwell door, Harry took out a magic crystal ball for lighting. The soft, satin-like light prevented the small room from falling into complete darkness.

Outside the door, the Dursleys seemed to relax after he left, and the voices of Uncle Vernon and cousin Dudley became more boisterous.

"Mom! I want some more!"

"Eat, eat more, we have to hurry up and make you fat... Look, the school food has made you hungry and thin." Aunt Petunia's voice sounded distressed and crying.

"Nonsense! I was never hungry when I was at school at Smelting." Uncle Vernon's voice was very excited. "Dudley eats well, doesn't he, son?"

"Haha..." Dudley giggled.

Looking at the half-written paper on the bed, Harry leaned against the door and sighed softly.

Ever since Dumbledore came to mediate last summer, Aunt Petunia seemed like a different person. She really became like a competent aunt, caring about his food and clothing, always leaving a portion for Dudley when he wanted to eat, and even caring about the speed of his hair growth.

Even Uncle Vernon and Cousin Dudley no longer shouted at him like before.

Last year it was fine that he hung out with Sirius all day and didn't spend much time with the Dursleys, but this year was different.

"What on earth is Sirius doing?" Harry complained bitterly.

Not in the mood to continue writing the paper, he dug out the letter paper from his suitcase, lay on the bed and started writing.

[Dear Sirius:

Wish you all the best!

Alas, although I don’t know what you are doing, leaving in such a hurry must be something important. For the sake of the long, boring summer vacation that lasts for several more weeks, tell me.

Aunt Petunia tried to persuade me to move out of the storage room for the third time, but I still didn't want to. I am a little scared, I am afraid that I will forget those years spent in this dark little room...

looking forward to your reply.

Harry]

Harry put the written letter on the bedside table and pressed it with the alarm clock to prevent it from blowing away in the wind. Hedwig was outside for a while and had to wait until Hedwig came back before she could send the letter.

Just as Harry was about to continue writing his paper, the phone rang not far from the stairwell, and Harry heard Uncle Vernon answer the phone.

"I'm Vernon Dursley."

Hearing Ron's voice on the other end of the phone, Harry froze in shock.

"Hello? Hello? Can you hear me? I'm looking for Harry Potter!"

It was probably Ron's first time on the phone, and he yelled so loudly that Uncle Vernon was startled, holding the receiver a foot away from his ear, and staring at it with anger and horror.

"Who is it?" Vernon yelled into the receiver, "Who are you?"

"Ron Weasley!" Ron yelled, as if he and Uncle Vernon were shouting across the football field, "I'm Harry's friend from school. "

Harry hurriedly opened the door and walked over. Uncle Vernon stared at him with his little eyes, handed him the phone heavily, and left angrily.

"Ron, it's me!" Harry said, suppressing his excitement and excitement.

"Oh! Harry - I hear - your voice!"

Harry: "..."

Pressing his ear, which had a slightly painful eardrum, he probably understood why Uncle Vernon was so angry.

"Ron, listen to me, just use your normal speaking voice, I can hear you." Harry whispered, and he noticed that the TV in the dining room had turned down.

"Hey! Harry, this is amazing!" Ron's voice returned to normal, "Ginny, stay away and don't block the signal."

"Dad said the signal was in the wires, how could I block it?"

"Ronnie, talk to Harry!"

"Yes, yes, speak quickly!"

A smile appeared on Harry's lips, he could imagine the scene on the other side of the phone. The Weasley children gathered around, Ginny leaned over the phone receiver, and George and Fred looked at the phone with inquiring eyes, as if they couldn't wait to open it.

"Compared with magic, the phone is not magical. By the way, remember to remind Mr. Weasley to pay the phone bill, otherwise the phone will be shut down." Harry said with a smile.

"Don't worry!" Ron spoke very quickly, "I was calling because I wanted to tell you that my dad won the Daily Prophet's grand prize. I can't believe it, right? It's a total of seven hundred gold galleons! "

"We are going to use the money to go to Egypt for the summer, where my brother Bill works as a Cursebreaker at Gringotts Wizarding Bank."

Harry vaguely realized something and couldn't help but feel depressed: "So?"

"So don't let Hedwig deliver letters to us in the next month, lest she have to fly from England to Egypt. That would be too cruel for an owl. Don't worry, we will call you again when we get back!"

"Alas~" Harry sighed sadly, chattering like a lonely old man, "I know, you are all busy spending the summer vacation, you are too, and so are Loren and Hermione."

"Loren and Hermione? Are they going to Egypt too?"

"They haven't written me a letter or called me yet."

His tone was like a little girl. George and Fred couldn't help laughing, and leaned in front of the receiver and told him: "It's like this, people who are in love are like this, and Percy stays upstairs all day." Write to Penello."

"George! Fred!" Percy's voice was filled with irritation.

There was a burst of laughter over there.

After a while, Ron's voice came out again: "By the way, Ginny has been grabbing the phone. Do you want to say a few words to her?"

Harry retracted his divergent thoughts: "Oh oh, ah, okay."

Some knocking sounds indicated that the phone had been handed to the red-haired Weasley girl, but her voice was not heard for a long time.

"Good evening, Ginny!" Harry greeted proactively.

"Night, good evening, Harry."

After not seeing each other for a few weeks, Ginny seemed to be shy again.

"How was your summer vacation? Remember to take some photos for me when you go to Egypt. I heard there are many magical ruins there."

"Okay, okay." Ginny took a deep breath and plucked up the courage to say, "We will come back one week before school starts, and then go to London to buy our new textbooks for next semester. Can you come to London then? , we hope to meet you there.”

"I will definitely go there."

"Besides, don't let those Muggles make you unhappy."

Ginny said this quickly and quietly. But Harry still heard it clearly. Inexplicably, Harry felt a warmth flow through his heart. He was silent for a moment: "Well, no."

Later, George and Fred competed to say a few words to him. After greetings, this rare phone call was finally hung up.

Over in the kitchen, the sounds of the Dursleys' conversation could be heard.

"For someone like him to call home, it - I... just -" Uncle Vernon sounded a little unhappy.

"Let him fight. His godfather and the principal of the magic school have promised that those messy things will not involve us."

Cousin Dudley obviously didn't pay attention to these things. He burped and shouted: "Can I turn the sound back on the TV? And, please bring me some more broth."

Harry paused for a moment, then walked briskly into the stairwell. He was going to write a letter to Loren and Hermione, otherwise he couldn't imagine how he would get through the next month.

…

Hampstead Gardens, a small villa on the outskirts of the city.

Hedwig, dressed in snow-white feathers, landed on the second floor window. She tilted her head and saw through the glass that the recipient of the letter was still sleeping soundly inside.

As an owl who had served for two and a half years, Hedwig had experience in dealing with this kind of scene. Hedwig shook her head, put the letter in her mouth aside, and tapped the window with her beak.

Bang bang!

There was no response from the recipient in the room.

Hedwig tilted her head, a trace of human doubt flashing in her eyes.

Did I knock on the window too quietly?

Hedwig moved her little paws to make more space, shook her head and knocked harder on the window.

Bang bang bang!

Oops, that's too much strength.

The honest eagle Hedwig felt her head was buzzing and she felt a little dizzy. It spread its wings and waved twice to prevent it from falling from the window. After recovering for a moment, Hedwig looked through the window.

There was no response from the recipient in the room.

Hedwig felt even more dizzy.

Just when Hedwig was having trouble in front of the window, Hanhan, the spectacled owl who had been hanging out all night, came back.

Hedwig's eyes flashed with surprise. She was an old acquaintance with Hanhan, the spectacled owl. She quickly approached him and chirped for a long time.

After hearing this, the spectacled owl Hanhan nodded pretendingly. It was no longer a little bird and always pretended to be calm when doing things.

Spread half of his wings and let Hedwig take a few steps back. Hanhan pressed his back against the wall, grabbed the edge of the window with his claws, and kicked hard, causing the window to open along the slide rail.

Hedwig's cries of admiration made Hanhan feel very good, and his chest and neck straightened up.

The rest was simple. He put the letter next to Loren's pillow and gently pecked his nose with his beak, waking up the sleepy recipient.

Loren opened his eyes drowsily.

This snowy owl loves to be clean and takes frequent baths. It is white in color, has fluffy fur, and its claws and beak are clean without any dirt or wood chips.

"It's Hedwig. Did Harry give me a letter?" Loren sat up, rubbed Hanhan's head, and then reached out to stroke Hedwig.

Hedwig called twice and pointed to the letter on the pillow.

Loren reached out and opened it and looked at it.

It started with a long complaint about how he and Hermione prioritized sex over friendship and didn't call him for weeks on vacation.

Then talking about the Weasley family's trip to Egypt, Harry claimed that if he hadn't had to live with the Dursleys for a period of time every year until he came of age, he would have wanted to leave there.

Later, he began to talk about his troubles with the Dursleys. He found it difficult to accept Aunt Petunia's concern. This concern made him resent Uncle Vernon and his cousin Dudley...

Traveling to Egypt?

Percy seemed to have mentioned that there seemed to be many rune ruins in Egypt.

Why didn't the Weasley family consider using the money to improve their lives, but instead spent it in revenge?

George and Fred actually did not consider using the money to open a store and start a business.

Loren thought about these questions in a divergent manner, got up, sat down at the desk, and wrote back to Harry with a pen.

He didn't have much thought about Harry and the Dursleys. Unlike Dumbledore, who believed that Harry should love each other with his relatives, nor did he think that Harry should regard them as enemies.

He wrote in the letter: If you can't hate them completely like enemies, then get along with each other like strangers. Accept their care with peace of mind, and then repay the same care in return, like a businessman's transaction, where we don't owe each other emotionally...

After putting down the pen and looking at the words on the letter paper, Loren fell into deep thought. He held the pen in one hand and stroked the two owls with the other hand. Hanhan and Hedwig ate the nuts and dried meat obediently.

Suddenly, Loren's eyes moved and he looked towards the bed strangely.

With a bang, Hermione appeared at the bedside. Seeing that there was no one on the bed, the little witch looked confused.

"Gugu?"

Turning around, Hanhan and Hedwig both tilted their heads and stared at her, looking back and forth suspiciously, their little heads full of question marks.

Loren asked: "How do you explain this time?"

"I'm here to wake you up." Hermione said confidently, "Who told you to always sleep in? You haven't finished your summer homework yet, and you haven't previewed the content for the next semester yet. I'm here to urge you to study."

"Can't you just knock on the door normally?"

"You couldn't hear the knock on the door." Hermione suddenly reacted and looked at him in surprise, "You actually got up early today?"

Seeing Hedwig, Hermione suddenly asked, "What did Harry say in his letter?"

She walked over on her own, took the letter and read the contents on the paper, as if nothing had happened, which made Loren grit his teeth in anger.

Five minutes later, Hermione took up her pen and added greetings to Harry at the end of his reply. One handwriting was scrawled, and the other handwriting was neat and distinct.

When Hedwig left, Hanhan also followed her, as if seeing off guests on behalf of the owner, acting steadily and with the demeanor of a mature owl.

Hermione watched them flutter away and suddenly remembered something: "I remember that Professor McGonagall said that Professor Babling also went to Egypt. It sounded like an interesting place."

Loren met her eyes: "What do you mean?"

Hermione's eyes were bright: "We haven't traveled this holiday, right?"