Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

When Harry appeared in the kitchen, none of the three of the Dursley family looked at him, and no one mentioned birthdays. This was just what Harry wanted. He didn’t want to spend any money. Uncle Farmer’s smelly socks, that kind of terrible birthday present is enough.

Uncle Fernon was reading the newspaper, Aunt Petunia was cutting dry grapefruit, and his cousin Dudley-he slumped the fat on his arm on the table, panting with rage all over his face of.

Since Dudley came back with a shameful transcript and full of fat, his good days have come to an end, in fact, he can still struggle a bit, as long as he shed a few tears , Aunt Petunia will empathize with tears, then quickly compromise and agree to Dudley's terms.

This is his specialty. However, below the transcript are a few words that a nurse at Smeding School filled in cautiously, which euphemistically reminds the two parents that if Dudley continues to get fat, it will affect his health, and the school's clothing library is no longer suitable for him. Clothes out.

The nurse also attached a weight loss recipe intimately. At the insistence of Aunt Petunia, in order to take care of Dudley’s emotions, the whole family had to follow this new diet system together. The effect was obvious. , Uncle Fernon's chin was slightly smaller, which made his beard look flowing and fluffy a lot.

But Harry didn't care at all. Even before he received his birthday present, he would go to Sirius to make up a breakfast. Now he can't wait to imagine the question of where Sirius will take him to play. Sirius recently bought a motorcycle and he saw a trace of Hagrid in his godfather's obsessive eyes.

"Grapefruit again!"

Dudley said angrily. He inherited Uncle Fernon's small eyes and figure perfectly.

Harry thought happily. He sniffed the tasteless things on his plate, and couldn't help but burp. Just now, he ate two large pieces of butter cake, and now it is a bit supportive. .

"My dear?" Aunt Petunia said very patiently, "We said yes, we must follow the weight loss recipe sent by the school nurse—"

But Dudley didn't listen at all. He finished his part in two bites, staring at Harry's plate with small eyes-even though the grapefruit was much smaller than his own. Immediately his eyes fell on Harry's lips, where there were suspicious food traces.

"He hid his food." Dudley stretched out carrot-like fingers and said affirmatively.

Harry wiped his mouth quickly, and after touching the sticky cream, he realized that he was careless.

"What?" Aunt Petunia asked puzzledly.

However, Dudley stared at Harry greedily, as if he were a butter cake or something. Harry was overshadowed by a hard choice. If Dudley really wanted to grab him The cake, should he take out the wand and threaten him?

'There is no Sirius, no backup wand, and no excuses. If magic is used, Ministry of Magic will directly locate itself...'

At this moment, the door There was a loud horn outside, followed by the rumbling sound of the motorcycle idling. Uncle Fernon exploded all at once. He shouted angrily: "It's the damn murderer and scum again...Can't he pipe down!"

Aunt Petunia looked around all around in horror, worried, worried that a neighbor would notice this scene.

"Sirius is not a murderer." Harry said coldly.

"Then let...that damn...guy...stop!" Uncle Fernon gritted his teeth and said, the veins on his face burst out, Harry was a little scared, he was stern Face went to the window and waved to Sirius.

The sound of the horn stopped.

Aunt Petunia gasped hard, seeming to have been suffocating her breath. Harry stood hesitatingly on the spot, wondering whether to mention his birthday or not. He didn't think there was any need to do so. Aunt Petunia took it fiercely. Harry glanced, and Uncle Fernon couldn't help it anymore, "What are you waiting for? It disappears from my eyes immediately!" he roared.

At this time, Dudley also inserted a sentence, "Your godfather... that Sirius is waiting for you."

This sentence seems to be more formidable power than Sirius’s horn. To be big, Uncle Fernon and Aunt Petunia looked at Dudley in surprise. They never mentioned Sirius' name. If they had to say it, they would use "that jailer", "murderer" or simply "hippie here". I'm looking for you."

Harry's mind turned quickly. His eyes met Dudley. He suddenly understood what Dudley was making. He said in a hurry, "I'll go upstairs and get something-- "

He went back to his room, stuffed the books and salutes he had brought back from school to the bottom of the bed, and then looked at the pile of sweets and snacks on the bed, feeling worried. There are three big cakes side by side on the table, one of which has been opened.

After a few seconds, Harry thought of a good idea. He took out the golden snitch that Sirius had given him from his pocket and filled it with all the snacks and candies, but when he was loading the cake, he encountered some trouble and could only barely put one in.

He had to stuff the remaining two cakes under the bed and hide them behind the gift box. After all this was done, Harry clapped his hands with satisfaction, and if Dudley sneaked in, he would get nothing. Under normal circumstances, there is no such worry, because the Dursley family regards his room as a hotbed for spreading the plague, and even speeds up when passing by.

But as far as he knows, hungry animals are the most dangerous and irrational. In other words, hungry pigs are the same.

Before leaving the house, Harry hesitated. Uncle Fernon had already yelled underneath. Before he could think about it, he opened the golden snitch and shook out a handful of snacks, a cauldron cake, and a Honey Flavoured from it. Toffee, there is still a mess. Without taking a closer look, he put these candies in a conspicuous position.

Hurrying downstairs, Uncle Fernon pointed to the open door, without saying a word. When Harry passed the dinning table, he saw that the 1/4/2021 grapefruit on his plate had disappeared. He grinned and walked out of the room.

Sirius had been waiting for a long time, he was leaning on a motorcycle in an imposing manner, and the exhaust vent made a low roar. Harry sat in the back seat, Sirius started the motorcycle, and quickly picked up the speed. The wind was whizzing around Harry's hair. Privet was walking away behind him. Harry shouted excitedly: "Where are we going?"

"London." Sirius roared, "I have prepared an overall plan."

……

They had fun for a whole day and traveled all over the place. In London, when the evening was approaching, Sirius took him for a ride along the Thames, the water reflected the golden glow, and Harry was still carrying a belly of steak and oysters.

At seven o'clock in the evening, they returned to Privet Drive, but Harry didn't want to go back so early. When Sirius invited him to play wizard chess, he readily agreed.

Harry defeated his godfather three games mercilessly, forcing Sirius to mess up the board, so they had to lie down on the sofa and watch TV together.

It dragged on until nearly ten o'clock, when Mrs. Feige, who was next door, knocked on the door and complained that their voices were too noisy, and Harry realized that he should go back.

The light on No. 4 Privum Road was still on, which made Harry a little puzzled. When he opened the door, he saw Uncle Fernon and Dudley squeezed on the sofa to watch the game. He sighed in relief, finally Not what he thought, Harry deliberately paid attention to the expression on Dudley's face, turning his head away with a guilty conscience.

"Go back to your room and don't make Petunia noisy." Uncle Fernon whispered.

Harry returned to the house, opened the door, and the pile of snacks was gone. He hurriedly checked under the bed again, and the cake was intact.

He thinks too much...

Harry suddenly realized that Dudley couldn't bend at all, let alone tuck himself under the bed, he would get stuck in it. While lying on the bed, Harry couldn't help but think back to today's memory, and had to say that this was his best birthday.