The days at Hogwarts

With a series of clattering footsteps, Colin Creevey ran down the stairs with an excited smile on his face: "Mom and Dad, you will never believe it! The camera is only burned around the film. It can be repaired by replacing some parts!"

"Camera, camera, camera! It's dinner time now!" Mrs. Creevey patted him. "And I still haven't settled the matter with you about the petrification. When your Professor McGonagall wrote to inform you of the attack, your father was so scared that he smashed a dozen milk bottles."

Mr. Creevy's mouth twitched a few times, and he blamed his wife for telling this in front of their son, but he only dared to complain in his heart and did not dare to say it out loud.

Colin sat down obediently: "It's all right, the boy who lived, the great Harry Potter finally destroyed the basilisk."

"You still said that!"

The meal was eaten noisily, and the aroma and noise of dinner filled the whole house, giving it a warm feeling.

After dinner, Mrs. Creevey got up to clean up the kitchen while father and son Creevey discussed which camera parts to replace.

Boom boom boom!

There was a knock on the door.

"Today's milk has been delivered." Mr. Creevey was stunned. "Who would knock on the door at this time?"

I opened the door with doubt, and saw an old man with a long white beard and wearing a loose robe standing in front of the door.

Colin shouted in surprise: "Principal Dumbledore!"

"Good evening, um, the three Mr. Creevy." Dumbledore nodded with a smile: "I am here to discuss the compensation for the attack on Colin."

Mr. Creevy stood at the door at a loss, his eyes subconsciously looking at his son.

"You have plenty of time to discuss. I can go to the next student's home first."

……

"Well……"

Loren felt a little itchy on his face, so he scratched it with his hand and opened his eyes slightly, just in time to see Hermione looking closely at him. Under her long eyelashes were a pair of big brown eyes, as clear and sparkling as glass, as if they contained stars.

Loren: "..."

If his memory served him correctly, today was the second day of returning home from vacation. He was now sleeping in his bed in his bedroom, and the bedroom door must have been locked.

"Why are you in my bedroom?" Loren picked up the thin blanket and sat up, asking in surprise.

Hermione laughed softly twice and released the strand of hair she was holding: "Apparate, and it will come in in a flash."

Shoot your head Sir Nicholas!

Loren's eyes were about to roll up to the sky. "You are breaking into a private residence without permission, Hermione Granger. You are breaking the law, you know that? It's against both Muggle and wizard laws."

Hermione sat down on the bed naturally: "I knocked on the door when I entered this house, and Grandpa Bates opened the door. It was not trespassing."

Loren shrank to the side, and suddenly realized that he was not sleeping naked, so he didn't need to be wrapped in a thin blanket all the time. He reached out and grabbed Hermione's shoulders and shook her, and asked viciously, "Then why didn't you knock when you entered my bedroom?"

"Well..." Hermione couldn't suppress the smile on her face, "I was afraid of disturbing your sleep."

"You are interrupting now!"

"Now I am here to wake you up. I have waited for fifteen minutes on purpose. It is exactly time to get up."

Loren pointed at her with an incredulous look on his face: "So you watched me sleep by the bed for fifteen minutes!"

"what I should do."

Loren took a deep breath and said, "Very good. I'll wake you up tomorrow."

"You are nasty!" Hermione's smile faded and she accused seriously.

"You are the bad one!"

"You're worse!"

……

Hermione finally stopped repeating herself: "Get up! We're going to the mall to buy clothes today!"

"Ha! You lose!"

"Who wants to play such a childish game with you?"

"You're childish."

"You're so naive!"

"You are even more childish!"

……

Amid the noisy voices of the two, the summer vacation of 1993 began.

Unlike previous years, the Grangers did not close their dental clinic to accompany Hermione on vacation, and the two families occasionally had dinner together and vacationed together on weekends.

It’s a Saturday in late June, on Brighton seafront in London.

The whole sky is blue with only scattered clouds. The sun is shining brightly. The gravel on the beach looks like a carpet. The blue waves are gently lapping against the coast and the sea breeze brings the sound of rustling waves.

A small yacht was floating slowly on the sea.

Loren, wearing a peaked cap and a short-sleeved beach shirt, was lying leisurely on a chair. In front of the chair was a blue bucket filled with four or five striped bamboo sharks.

The bamboo shark, also known as the cat shark, is a common fish in this sea area. They are silly and easy to catch.

Glancing to the side, I saw Grandpa Bates was just having fun, leisurely enjoying the sea breeze, his eyes fixed on the scenery in the distance, and he didn't even pull the rod when the float moved.

Wendell fished very hard, but his bucket was still empty and he didn't catch any fish.

Loren withdrew his gaze… Forget it, let’s stop fishing here today. It would be impolite to fish any further.

After all, he is Hermione's father, so we shouldn't embarrass him too much.

"Loren, why are you lying down? Get up and continue fishing!" Wendell frowned and urged in a serious manner, but his eyes looked a little unnatural when he glanced at the fish in the bucket.

"It's windy now, and it's hard to fish. I just want to take a break."

"Yeah, that's right." Wendell nodded and glanced at Loren. "I usually go freshwater fishing on weekends. I'm a little uncomfortable with the sudden switch to sea fishing. Plus the sea breeze, I haven't caught any fish so far."

Loren nodded: "That's right."

Bates couldn't help laughing, and his shoulders were shaking.

The wind on the sea kept blowing and Wendel didn't catch any fish until the sun went down, so he returned home empty-handed.

……

4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

Harry Potter was a very unusual boy in many ways. For example, he hated summer vacation the most during the year.

For example, he actually didn't want to do homework at all, but in order to avoid being with the Dursleys, he had to stay in the storage room under the stairs all day to do his homework at the beginning of the summer vacation.

The sun was almost setting and the light was a little dim.

Harry was lying on his stomach in bed, a flashlight in one hand and a large leather-bound tome (A History of Magic, by Bathilda Bagshot) propped open against the pillows.

Harry frowned as his eagle quill moved across the paper, searching for something that might help him with his essay, which was entitled 'The Fourteenth Century Practice of Burning Witches Was Complete Nonsense'.

The quill stopped at a passage that looked somewhat valuable. Harry pushed his round-framed glasses up his nose, brought the flashlight close to the page, and quickly scanned the contents.

In the Middle Ages, there was a witch hunt, where Muggles caught wizards and tied them to the stake, lighting kerosene and woodpile in an attempt to kill them. But this burning was useless, and the fire spell could ensure that the wizards would not be harmed.

The weirdo Wendelin had a strange habit. She deliberately made up herself into various looks and was caught forty-seven times and burned forty-seven times.

Harry was silent for a moment, then carefully unscrewed the ink bottle, dipped the quill in it again, and wrote this passage into his paper.

"Harry! Come out for dinner!" Aunt Petunia's voice came from outside.

"coming!"

Outside were the Dursleys, Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and their son Dudley, the only relatives Harry had in the world. Because of them, Harry had never been able to enjoy his summer vacation properly.

Well, except for last year, when he spent his summer vacation with his godfather, Sirius.

But Sirius moved away and he had to live with the Dursleys day and night.

Due to various changes, the Dursleys, who once treated him harshly, changed their attitude, so Harry's summer vacation became a little strange.

Aunt Petunia saw Harry come out and saw the flashlight on the bed through him. She hesitated and said, "Harry, if you like to do your homework there, we can run a wire in and light a lamp."

Uncle Vernon and Cousin Dudley looked Harry over but said nothing.

"No thanks." Harry sighed imperceptibly.

That's it, the better the Dursleys treated him, the more uncomfortable Harry became, and he would rather stay in his room doing his homework.

Chapter 265 Egypt

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

"Do you want something to feed your owl? I left some bread." Aunt Petunia put raspberry jam in the middle of the table, and cousin Dudley immediately scooped a big spoonful.

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

Uncle Vernon's beard quivered at this, and a little broth dangled in his thick beard.

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

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

"no need."

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

After closing the door of the stairwell, 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 much more unbridled.

"Mom! I want some more!"

"Eat, eat more. We need to hurry up and fatten you up... Look, the food at school has made you hungry and thin." Aunt Petunia's voice was filled with tears of heartache.

"Nonsense! I never went hungry when I was at Smeltings," said Uncle Vernon in an excited voice. "Dudley eats well, doesn't he, son?"

"Haha..." Dudley laughed foolishly.

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

Since Dumbledore came to mediate last summer, Aunt Petunia seemed to have changed. She really became like a competent aunt, caring about his food and clothing, always leaving a portion of Dudley's food for him, and even caring about the speed of his hair growth.

As a result, Uncle Vernon and Cousin Dudley no longer ordered him around and yelled at him like they used to.

Last year it was fine when 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 sadly.

Not in the mood to continue writing his paper, he took out some letter paper from his suitcase, lay on the bed and began to write a letter.

Dear Sirius,

Hope all goes well for you!

Well, I don't know what you are doing, but you must be leaving in such a hurry for something important. Since the long and boring summer vacation will last for several more weeks, tell me.

Aunt Petunia has urged me to move out of the storage room for the third time, but I still don't want to. I'm a little scared, I'm afraid I will forget the years I spent in this dark little room...

looking forward to your reply.

Harry]

Harry put the letter on the bedside table and pressed it with the alarm clock to prevent it from being blown away by the wind. Hedwig was outside keeping watch, and he had to wait for her to come back before sending the letter.

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

"I'm Vernon Dursley."

Harry froze in shock when he heard Ron's voice on the other end of the line.

"Hello? Hello? Can you hear me? I — want — Harry — Potter!"

It was probably Ron's first time making a phone call, and he was yelling so loudly that Uncle Vernon started and held the receiver a foot from his ear, staring at it in anger and horror.

"Who is it?" Vernon shouted into the receiver. "Who are you?"

"Ron - Weasley!" Ron shouted, as if he and Uncle Vernon were talking across the football field. "I'm - Harry - a - friend - from school -"

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

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

"Oh! Harry—I heard—your voice!"