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"Well, you can go watch this damn, stupid, so-called broken World Cup. You write to tell the Weasleys that they'll pick you up, remember. I don't have time to send you around. You can stay there and spend the whole summer vacation. "You might as well tell your godfather that you're going." By the way, write a letter to the Mason kid and tell them that I support you in reaching out to him. ”

"I know!" said Harry, cheerfully.

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

Outside, in the foyer, he nearly bumped into Dudley.

Dudley had been hiding behind the door, apparently hoping to hear Harry be taught a lesson.

He couldn't help but be shocked to see Harry grinning merryly.

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

Harry laughed at the frightened look on Dudley's face as he ran up the stairs in two steps and into his bedroom.

There, Hedwig waited for him with Aven's reply.

On the ceiling, a little owl was whizzing around the lamp tube on the ceiling, and it was Ron's piglet.

After delivering the letter to Aven, it followed Hedwig to Harry with another letter from Ron.

"Be quiet!" said Harry.

At the sight of him, the little owl immediately swooped down, chirping incessantly.

Harry first looked at the letter from Piggy, it was very sloppy, it was Ron's handwriting.

Muggles want to or not, we're going to pick you up, you can't miss the World Cup, but Mom and Dad thought it would be best to pretend to ask for their advice first. If they agree, send Piggy to reply and we'll pick you up at five o'clock on Sunday.

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

As the piglets fluttered around, Hedwig landed softly beside Harry.

It seems to be done to show the piggy what a real owl messenger should do, and its demeanor is surprisingly steady.

Hedwig stretched out her leg and asked Harry to untie Aven's reply that had been tied to it.

Then, with a gentle peck on Harry, it chirped nobly, and flew back to its cage.

Aven's handwriting was beautiful, and it first gave a rough explanation of the dream, suggesting that Harry practice Occlumency.

Then they said that they would come to Dursley's house to-morrow afternoon, and set out with Harry to the Burrow.

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

"Every night before going to bed, empty your brain?!" Harry read in confusion.

He looked at Evan's letter again and made sure he was right!

"Empty your brain?!" Harry didn't see how that helped.

Immediately, he noticed that Aven and Hermione were coming over tomorrow afternoon.

Harry decided to put aside the strange dream and Aven's strange suggestion for a moment, and the great joy continued.

He only had to endure the Dursleys for one more day before he could leave the house.

Perhaps, this will be the last time he will return here.

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

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

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

It took a great deal of effort for Harry to tie the letter to its legs, and as soon as the letter was tied, the owl set off.

It swooped out of the window and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

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

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

Hedwig let out a low cry, and it lovingly bit Harry's finger.

Then, with a gentle whoosh, the huge wings were spread out, and it flew lightly out of the open window.

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

He sat down on the floor and gulped down, enjoying the joy that was surging.

He had cake to eat, and Dudley had nothing but grapefruit.

It was a sunny summer day, he was leaving Privet Road tomorrow, his scars were completely back to normal, and he was going to watch Sirius and the Quidditch World Cup.

In such a moment, it was hard for Harry to be upset about something, and not even Voldemort could spoil his joy.

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The next morning, Evan and Hermione packed their bags early.

With the help of Dobby, the house-elf, their belongings were quickly delivered to the Weasley family.

Evan and Hermione had planned to go to the Dursleys, but his father insisted on sending them there.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, just like the dinner party two years ago, Aven's father's car sounded smoothly in front of the door of Room 4 on Privet Road.

It looks exactly the same as before, only a little more shabby.

"We're here!" Evan whispered.

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

Over the past few years, she had heard Harry tell countless stories about the Dursleys.

Hermione knew what kind of people they were, and their attitude towards wizards.

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

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

They had come out to greet Mr. Mason, and they seemed quite polite.

Mr. Dursley, dressed in his best suit, looked very strange with a forced smile on his face.

Next to him was Harry's Aunt Penny, who didn't look too friendly.

"Welcome, Mr. Mason!" said Mr. Dursley, glancing unnaturally at Evan and Hermione, "it's a pleasure to have you here again, come in for a cup of afternoon tea." ”

A few people said a few polite words before walking in.

As Evan remembers, the inside of the house is cleaned up, and the furniture is polished.

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

"Where's Harry?" asked Aven.

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

"Oh, he's upstairs in his room!" said Mr. Dursley, in disgust, "and you may go to him." ”

In his opinion, having three evil little wizards party in their own house is simply the worst thing to do.

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