At the table, no one but Dudley was preoccupied with the poor grapefruit in front of him. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Harry ate slowly, thinking about delicious cakes in his head.

Seconds later, Dudley had finished his portion of grapefruit.

He was staring hard at Harry's part, and the little pig's eyes gleamed with hatred.

Harry wasn't going to provoke Dalí, he was ready to speed up his share of the poor grapefruit.

Then, head upstairs to enjoy a delicious cake and wait for Evan's reply.

But it backfired, and the trajectory of things soon took a straight turn!

When Hedwig flew into Harry's cabin with Aven's reply, there was an unprecedented storm going on downstairs.

Uncle Vernon's roar almost lifted the floor, and Hedwig's amber eyes twitched uneasily.

For the past three years, it has become familiar with this kind of roaring and swearing.

It knew that its little master, Harry, must have made another mistake to upset the Dursleys!

In fact, Harry was making a polite look of confusion, not knowing what was going on.

Uncle Vernon had just gotten up and gone to the door to get a letter, a letter that had been delivered by a "normal" Muggle postman.

Obviously, this letter is not ordinary, and it is also abnormal.

First of all, the letter was full of things that Muggles could not understand.

The envelope was also plastered with stamps all over the place, leaving only a small piece of an inch square on the front.

There, Mrs. Weasley filled in the address of the Dursley's house in very small letters.

Uncle Vernon waved the letter and yelled at Harry, "Look at this!"

Harry took the purple letter and glanced at it.

It was a letter from Mrs. Weasley, in which she invited herself to watch the upcoming Quidditch World Cup.

And she expects to be able to stay at the Burrow for the next two weeks until the end of the summer holidays.

It was fantastic, it was exactly what Harry needed, a different kind of summer life, and he wanted to leave the Dursleys immediately.

He's going back to the wizarding world to be with his friends.

They went back to see the Quidditch World Cup final, and by the way, to visit Sirius.

Harry had been worried about his injuries until now.

On top of that, Harry wanted to ask Evan personally about the two of them's adventures over the summer.

There are so many things for him to do, he can't stay here any longer......

But Harry didn't lose his mind, and he put on a stupid look as he watched Uncle Vernon's glare.

He told himself that as long as he didn't do stupid things and didn't say stupid things, he might be able to go to a major event that was rare in a century.

"Can I go about this?" he asked cautiously.

Uncle Vernon's large fuchsia face twitched slightly, and his beard stood on end.

Harry felt as if he could see what's going on in his head behind the beard.

In Uncle Vernon's mind, two of the most basic instincts clashed.

Letting Harry go to the game would make Harry happy, something Uncle Vernon was adamantly unwilling to do for thirteen years.

On the other hand, Harry was allowed to go to the Weasley house for the summer vacation.

This would have been able to get rid of Harry two weeks earlier than hoped, and Uncle Vernon hated Harry for being in his house.

Uncle Vernon, probably to give himself some time to think, looked down at Mrs. Weasley's letter again.

"Who is this woman?" he asked, disgusted, staring at Mrs. Weasley's signature on the letterhead.

"You've seen her!" said Harry, "she's the mother of my friend Ron, who came to Hogg at the end of last term...... She picked him up on the school train. ”

Harry almost uttered "Hogwarts Express", which would have made his uncle angry.

In the Dursleys house, the name of Harry's school had never been mentioned out loud.

The only exception was probably the one that Evan had visited during the summer vacation two years ago.

Uncle Vernon's fat face was crumpled, as if he was desperately trying to remember a very unpleasant incident.

"The chubby woman?" he finally asked in a gruff voice, "with a whole bunch of red-haired children?"

Harry frowned, he thought it was ridiculous that Uncle Vernon actually called someone else "fat".

You know, his own son, Dudley, has now become a fat boy with a wide and vertical shape.

"Quidditch?!" Uncle Vernon muttered silently, reading the letter again, "Quidditch, what kind of is this?"

"It's a sport!" Harry felt a little more irritated again, "...... playing on a broomstick"

"Alright, alright!" exclaimed Uncle Vernon.

Harry was somewhat satisfied to see that his uncle looked a little nervous.

Apparently, his nerves could not stand the words "broomstick" ringing in his living room.

In order to seek refuge, he looked down at the letter again.

"Deliver your reply in the normal way. He snapped, "By normal means, what do you mean?!"

"Our normal way!" said Harry, and without waiting for his uncle to stop him, he continued, "You know, it's sending owls to deliver letters, as wizards usually do. ”

Uncle Vernon looked annoyed, as if Harry had said something rebellious.

Trembling with rage, he nervously glanced at the window, as if fearing that his neighbor would put his ear to the window.

"How many times do you want me to tell you, don't mention these strange things in my house!" he said through gritted teeth, his face flushed, "You stand there in the clothes that Penny and I gave you, and you don't know how to be grateful!"

"Dudley gave me those clothes when he didn't wear them!" Harry said coldly.

He had had had enough, and the urge to leave the Dursleys had returned.

Looking at the fat tracksuit on his body, his anger rose gradually.

Harry gasped, he couldn't take it anymore.

Gone are the days when he had been forced to obey every stupid Dursley's precept.

He didn't follow Dudley's diet for weight loss, and he didn't want Uncle Vernon to stop him from going to the Quidditch World Cup.

"My good friends Aven, Ron, and Hermione, all back to the World Cup!" Harry said as he took a deep breath and said in as calm a voice as he could.

"Aven?!" Aunt Vernon's face turned noticeably redder like a ripe plum, "That boy from the Mason family, I don't know, how could a man as good as Mr. Mason tolerate his own son......"

Mr. Mason's construction company is now Uncle Vernon's biggest business partner, and he doesn't want to offend them.

Although he had a negative attitude towards Aven, it did not prevent Harry from making contact with Aven.

No matter how you look at it, it's good for him, and that's the only place where Harry can come in handy.

He had talked to Mr. Mason about it for an unknown number of times, and had promised Harry to take care of Evan at school.

Uncle Vernon faltered, and since that Mason kid was also going to that stupid World Cup, it seemed that Harry should go too......

"Of course, if you don't let me go, then I can go back to my own house, right?!" Harry continued as he calmed his mood, "I'm going to write to Sirius, you know, he's my godfather. ”

"Are you, are you writing to him?" said Uncle Vernon, trying to keep his tone calm,

But Harry saw that the pupils of his small eyes had suddenly shrunk with fear.

Uncle Vernon remembered Sirius, the very dangerous escaped murderer on the TV.

Before the summer vacation began, Sirius wrote them a letter.

The letter warned them not to bully Harry, otherwise the consequences would ......

Seeing Uncle Vernon's expression, Harry knew he had succeeded, and he would be able to leave here and return to the wizarding world. (To be continued.) )