Chapter 435 Ai Wen's Visit

Sure enough, when Harry mentioned Sirius, the pupils of Uncle Vernon's small eyes suddenly shrank with fear.

"Well, you can go and watch this goddamned, stupid, so-called broken World Cup. You write to the Weasleys and they'll pick you up, remember. I don't have time to drop you off Go. You can stay there for the whole summer.” Uncle Vernon said, “You might as well tell your godfather that you’re going. By the way, write a letter to that Mason kid and tell them , I support you in contacting him."

"I know!" said Harry happily.

He turned and walked towards the living room door, resisting the urge to cheer.

In the outer hall, he nearly bumped into Dudley.

Dudley had been hiding behind the door just now, obviously hoping to hear Harry being reprimanded.

He was taken aback to see Harry grinning broadly.

"What a wonderful breakfast, isn't it?" Harry asked. "I'm pretty full, how about you?"

Harry laughed at the terrified look on Dudley's face, and ran up the stairs and into his bedroom in three steps at a time.

There, Hedwig was waiting for him with Ivan's reply.

On the ceiling, there is a little owl whizzing around the light tube on the ceiling. It is Ron's pig.

After sending the letter to Ivan, it brought another letter from Ron and followed Hedwig to Harry.

"Be quiet!" said Harry.

Seeing him, the little owl immediately swooped down, chattering non-stop.

Harry first read the letter from Piggy, it was very scribbled, it was Ron's handwriting.

We're coming to pick you up whether Muggles like it or not, and you can't miss the World Cup, but Mum and Dad think it's best to pretend to ask their advice first. If they agree, please send a quick reply to the piggy, and we will pick you up at five o'clock on Sunday.

"Friday afternoon!" Harry looked at the calendar, it was tomorrow.

Just as the piglet was flopping around, Hedwig landed gently beside Harry.

As if to show the pig what a real owl messenger should do, its demeanor is surprisingly steady.

Hedwig stretched out her leg, allowing Harry to untie Ivan's reply letter tied to it.

Then it pecked Harry lightly, gave a noble cry, and flew back into its cage.

Aiwen's words are very beautiful. First, he briefly explained the dream and suggested that Harry practice Occlumency.

Then it was said that they were coming to the Dursleys' house tomorrow afternoon and they set off for the Burrow with Harry.

Harry didn't know what Occlumency was, and he looked at Ivan's suggestion strangely.

"Empty your brain every night before you go to bed?!" Harry read it in confusion.

He looked at Ivan's letter again, and made sure he read it right!

"Empty your mind?!" Harry couldn't see how it would help.

Immediately, he noticed the following content, and Ivan and Hermione would also come over tomorrow afternoon.

Harry decided not to think about that weird dream and Ivan's strange suggestion for a while, and the great joy still continued.

He only had to put up with the Dursleys for another day before he could leave the house.

Perhaps, this is the last time he returns here.

When Sirius recovered, he could move in with them, and get rid of the Dursleys forever.

Harry smirked as he picked up the quill and grabbed a piece of clean parchment, on which he wrote: Ron, I'm all right here, Muggles say I can come. See you at five o'clock tomorrow afternoon, I can't wait.

He folded the letter very small, and the little owl jumped up and down excitedly.

Harry had some trouble tying the letter to its leg, and no sooner had it been tied than the owl set off.

It flew out of the window with a whoosh and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, Harry wrote another letter to Ivan and Hermione, the content was similar, that is, see you tomorrow.

"Hedwig, please go to Ivan's house again!" Harry paused, "Then wait for me at Ron's house, understand?"

Hedwig gave a low cry, and it gently bit Harry's finger lovingly.

Then, it spread its huge wings, made a soft swishing sound, and flew out of the open window lightly.

Harry watched it disappear into the air, turned around and got under the bed, pried the loose floorboards, and pulled out a large piece of cake.

He sat down on the floor and began to eat, enjoying the surging joy in his heart.

He had cake and Dudley had nothing but grapefruit.

It was a bright summer day, and he was leaving Privet Drive tomorrow, his scar fully healed, and he had Sirius and the Quidditch World Cup to watch.

It was hard for Harry to get upset about things at such moments, and not even Voldemort could spoil his joy.

The next morning, Ivan and Hermione packed their luggage early.

With the help of Dobby the house-elf, their belongings were quickly delivered to the Weasleys' home.

Alvin and Hermione originally planned to walk to the Dursley's house, but his father insisted on sending them there.

At around two o'clock in the afternoon, just like the dinner party two years ago, Ivan's father's car heard the door of No. 4 Privet Drive steadily.

It looked exactly the same as before, just a little more dilapidated.

"We're here!" Ivan said softly.

"Is this the house of Harry's uncle and aunt?!" Hermione asked curiously, it was her first time here.

She had heard Harry tell countless stories about the Dursleys over the past few years.

Hermione knew what kind of people they were and how they treated wizards.

She surveyed the house cautiously, looking for Harry, but saw nothing.

Harry didn't come out, but the Dursleys were waiting outside the door early.

They came out to meet Mr. Mason, and they seemed polite.

Mr. Dursley, in his best suit and with a forced smile on his face, looked downright weird.

Beside him was Harry's Aunt Petunia, who looked less friendly.

"Welcome, Mr. Mason!" Mr. Dursley said, glanced at Ivan and Hermione unnaturally, "It's really an honor for you to visit again, come in and have a cup of afternoon tea."

Several people said a few polite words before walking in.

Just like Ai Wen's impression, the house was cleaned up very clean, and the furniture was polished to a shiny finish.

It's just that there are more toys and various supplies related to Dali, but there is still no trace of Harry.

"Where is Harry?" Ivan asked.

There are still more than two hours before the agreed time, and they are early!

"Oh, he's upstairs in his own room!" said Mr. Dursley disgustedly. "You can go to him."

In his opinion, having three evil little wizards get together in his house is the worst thing that can happen.

However, for the sake of Mr. Mason's face, he did not show this emotion. (To be continued.)