Hogwarts Homecoming

The last day of July.

Today's weather continued the high temperature of the past half month, and reached its peak today.

The scorching heat made the delicate and beautiful raspberries hang their heads listlessly in the garden in front of No. 4 Gate of Privet Drive, and even the green grass on the lawn was scorched yellow. The road outside the garden was as clean as before, but no one suddenly appeared in the slightly distorted air due to the high temperature.

Although he didn't look in the mirror, Harry felt that he must be as energetic as the flowers in the Dursleys' garden.

It's not just because the sun is too bright that he can't fall asleep before six o'clock in the morning, there is also a reason that he can't tell, that is--today is his birthday.

In the eleven years of his life before Hogwarts, this special day meant little to him, because the Dursleys would never celebrate it for him, and, to make him feel bad, they might even I will arrange more housework for him on this day.

In the three years since entering Hogwarts, birthdays finally had some practical meaning. Ron, Hermione, and Hagrid could all remember this day, and they would prepare something carefully for him. In fact, this year's birthday cake and presents had already arrived, hidden under a loose floorboard in the room.

This year's situation is even more special, because in the first half of this year, one thing he has dreamed of for 14 years has finally come true, that is, to have a real family.

Just a few days ago, Sirius, who had been missing for more than half a month, finally got an answer. He said in a reply letter to himself that he would rush to Privet Drive before the last day of July to get him out of this house. Pick it up.

Harry had been looking forward to this event ever since he received the letter, fantasizing about celebrating his fourteenth birthday with Sirius and the Weasleys all the time, but disappointingly, until Today, there is no sign of Sirius coming.

Although he emotionally believed that his godfather would not break his word, the truth was that Harry was still a little discouraged.

The hour hand of the alarm clock by the bed has already pointed to the position between eleven o'clock and twelve o'clock, and it is time for lunch.

Uncle Vernon wasn't standing in the dining room with a gruff voice yelling at him to get off to eat, but Harry was sure that if he didn't come downstairs in another ten minutes, Aunt Petunia would be carrying a lunch , came to the door of his room with cat-like gentle steps, knocked on the door, and left in a hurry.

call--

Looking at the messy room, Harry sighed, and walked out of the room with slow steps.

If his godfather was held back by something difficult, at least he didn't want to remain invisible and mute for the rest of the house.

When Harry came down the stairs, the three of the Dursleys had already gathered here.

Uncle Vernon's big red face was hidden behind the morning's delivery of the Daily Mail, and Petunia was on the dining table distributing lunch among the family members, putting half of the bacon and grilled sausage in Harry's On the exclusive plate (there was no such rule, but since the beginning of summer vacation this year, Harry has his own exclusive plate).

Of the remaining half, two-thirds were placed on another plate alone, and the final remaining third, was averaged over two plates.

At the table, Dudley, who had been staring longingly at Aunt Petunia's distribution, obviously knew which was his, looked sullen and annoyed, and seemed to be taking up more space than usual.

"It's not fair!"

When Aunt Petunia was about to put the food on the table, Dudley, who had no chance of turning over the plate if he didn't resist, finally yelled,

"You give him the most every time!"

"Oh, dear little darling--"

Aunt Petunia's pursed lips trembled,

"Not because ... we've discussed this issue, and the school nurse thinks that ... you should properly control your nutritional intake."

This reason has been mentioned many times, and Dudley couldn't be persuaded at all, he shouted angrily,

"But that freak can't finish it!"

Aunt Petunia was shedding her tears again, having lost almost no amount of hair this summer over Dudley's new cookbook and the unwelcome boy in the house. But no matter what, the problem is still to be faced. When Aunt Petunia clutched her chest and tried to persuade Dudley, she turned around and saw Harry who was silent at the door of the restaurant.

Aunt Petunia's stiff expression was immediately caught by Dudley, his small eyes were flickering with perplexity, turning around seemed to be a particularly strenuous task for a person of his size, he murmured for a long time, He turned around smoothly, and then, the savagery on his face disappeared immediately, and Harry could see the fear in Dudley's squeezed features.

how to say?

Although he was troubled by his situation in the Dursleys, Harry had to admit that the expressions on Dudley and Aunt Petunia were quite funny. It seemed that the 'murderer' Sirius was his godfather. Scared the Dursleys.

"I think Dudley was right—"

Harry shrugged meaninglessly, and he pointed to his own plate on the kitchen counter,

"The portion of food is really too much for me."

Harry's sudden voice nearly knocked Uncle Vernon off his chair, and he finally put down the Daily Mail, his shaggy beard trembling.

The long-term experience made Harry hold his breath subconsciously, because he expected that Uncle Vernon would yell at his sudden appearance, and Uncle Vernon was indeed furious, but

Nothing happened, and the small dispute in the kitchen was quickly resolved with the tacit understanding of the Dursleys. Aunt Petunia quickly brought the food to the table, and Dudley stopped losing his temper. He lowered his head and guarded his portion of grilled sausage, eating carefully, while Uncle Vernon muttered softly, "Like what?" After looking like', he also picked up the knife and fork to deal with his own food. They began to ignore him again.

Since this summer vacation, the impulse that often springs from my heart has reappeared.

Harry's face was livid, his teeth were clenched and his chest was gasping for breath, trying desperately to resist the temptation to pull out his wand and add a pig's tail to Dudley and antennae to grow out of Aunt Petunia's forehead.

And just at this moment, the doorbell rang suddenly.

Uncle Vernon didn't yell, 'Go and open the door, boy! ’, but stood up from the chair with great effort and walked towards the hall.

No matter what, Harry couldn't let the evil thoughts in his heart really become a reality, but if he stayed here, the Ministry of Magic would probably have to send him a warning again because of the underage wizard's unauthorized use of magic. He glanced at the food assigned to him on the kitchen counter, and instead of going over to take it away, he turned around and walked towards the stairs, but just as he stepped on the stairs with one foot, there was a sudden burst of panic in the hallway. Roar of fear and rage!

It's Uncle Vernon!

The sudden roar stunned Dudley and Aunt Petunia in the kitchen, and Harry recovered immediately after a brief shock.

Professor Bryan's physical education class made Harry much more agile than before. His right hand lightly rested on the handrail, and he turned over with a little force. Before he rushed to the hall, Uncle Vernon with a frightened face But like an out-of-control bull, it slammed into it,

"Hide away, Petunia, Dudley, it's the murderer!"

The opened door let in the scorching sun at noon, and there were two human figures standing in the brilliant light.

Harry's heart was beating wildly. Amidst the horrified cries of Aunt Petunia and Dudley, Harry walked towards the hall step by step as if he had been shocked by electricity. When his eyes finally adjusted to the blazing light, the two standing together The face finally became clear in the light and shadow,

"Sirius, Professor Lupine!"

Sorry to everyone, I have some problems at work, I have been wiping my ass for the past two days, and the progress will be a bit slow