When Harry got up and went to the kitchen, the Dursleys were already sitting around the table. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Harry entered the door and sat down, and none of them looked up at him. Uncle Vernon's big red face was hiding behind the Daily Mail in the morning, and Aunt Petunia was cutting a grapefruit into quarters, her lips pursed and covered her long big teeth.

Dudley's face was gloomy and puffing, and he seemed to take up more space than usual. This is very interesting, because he always fills one side of the square table by himself. Aunt Petunia put a quarter of the unsweetened grapefruit on Dudley's plate, and said in a trembling voice, "Eat, little girl." Dudley glared at her angrily. Since Dudley came home from the summer and brought back his final report card, his life has changed in a very painful way.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Penny found some excuses for Dudley's poor academic performance, as usual: Aunt Penny always insisted that Dudley was a very gifted child, but the teachers didn't understand him; Uncle Vernon insisted that he "didn't want his son to be a sissy nerd." In response to the teacher's criticism of Dudley's bullying classmates, they also passed by lightly - "He is a lively and active child, but he can't bear to hurt even a fly!" Aunt Petunia said with tears in her eyes.

Underneath the report, however, there are a few words carefully written by the school nurse, and even Uncle Vernon and Aunt Penny can't make excuses to cover up the past. Despite Aunt Penny's crying that Dudley was only bone-sized, that he was overweight and that he was a temporary obesity of adolescence, and that he was in the stage of development and needed abundant food and nutrition, there was one fact that could not be changed: there were no pants in the school clothing library that he could wear. Aunt Petunia's eyes, always keen to examine finger prints on spotless walls, or to observe the neighbors' advances, refused to see the fact that Dudley didn't need any extra nutrition, and that he was close to a young whale in size and weight.

So, after endless tantrums, after an earth-shattering argument that nearly toppled the floor of Harry's bedroom, and after Aunt Petunia shed countless tears, a new diet was put into place. The weight loss recipes sent by the nurses at Smetin School were posted on the fridge, and all of Dudley's favorite foods—soda drinks, cakes, chocolate candy, and hamburger steak—were not on them, except for fruits, vegetables, and what Uncle Vernon called "junk food." To make Dudley feel better, Aunt Penny insisted that the whole family follow the recipe. At this moment, she handed Harry a quarter of the grapefruit. Harry noticed that his share was much smaller than Dudley's. Aunt Petunia seems to think that the best way to lift Dudley's spirits is to make sure he eats at least more than Harry.

However, Aunt Petunia doesn't know the secrets hidden beneath the loose floor upstairs. She couldn't have imagined that Harry wasn't on a diet at all. When Harry hears the news that they want him to live on carrot sticks all summer, he sends Hedwig to his friends to send a message asking for help, and they respond immediately. Hyde brings back a large box from Hermione's house filled with sugar-free snacks (Hermione's parents are both dentists). Hagrid is the hunting groundsman at Hogwarts School, and he enthusiastically brings a bag full of rock crusts of his own (Harry hasn't even touched them, he's already learned about Hagrid's cooking). Mrs. Weasley sent their owl, Errol, to Harry with a huge cake and a variety of flavors of meat pies. Poor Errol, who was old and physically exhausted, had to rest for five days before he could recover after delivering the goods. Later, on Harry's birthday (the Dursleys didn't even mention it), he received four super cakes from Ron, Hermione, Hagrid, and Sirius. Until now, there are still two cakes that have not been eaten. Harry looked forward to going back upstairs for a real breakfast, and ate his share of grapefruit without complaint.

Uncle Vernon snorted from his nose, put down the newspaper, and looked down at the quarter grapefruit that had been given to him.

"That's it?" He asked Aunt Petunia angrily.

Aunt Petunia glared at him sternly, then nodded sternly at Dudley. Dudley had finished his portion of grapefruit and was staring hard at Harry's, his little pig's eyes glinting with hatred.

Uncle Vernon sighed heavily, blowing his tousled beard and shaking, and he picked up the spoon.

The doorbell rang. Uncle Vernon struggled to get up from his chair and made his way to the foyer. Dudley stole Uncle Vernon's remaining share of grapefruit while his mother was busy tending to the kettle, saying that it was too late.

Harry heard someone laughing at the door, and Uncle Vernon said something in a few words. Then, the front door closed, and the sound of paper tearing could be heard in the foyer.

Aunt Petunia placed the teapot on the table and looked around curiously, wondering where Uncle Vernon had gone. She'll soon understand; A minute later, Uncle Vernon returned, furious.

"You," he yelled at Harry, "get into the living room." Right away. ”

Confused by what he had done wrong again, Harry stood up from the table and followed Uncle Vernon out of the kitchen and into the next room. After the two entered, Uncle Vernon slammed the door shut.

"Yes," he said, walking over to the fireplace in two steps, turning back to face Harry as if he were going to announce Harry's arrest. ”

Harry really wanted to ask, "What's 'good'?" But he knew that Uncle Vernon's early morning temper was untouchable, and that he was already holding back his anger because he had not eaten enough. Harry made a polite look of confusion.

"Just delivered," said Uncle Vernon, waving a purple piece of writing paper at Harry, "a letter." It's about you. ”

Harry was even more confused. Who would write to Uncle Vernon about him? Who among the people he knew would have the postman deliver the letter?

Uncle Vernon glared at Harry in annoyance, then looked down at the letter and read it aloud:

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley,

We didn't know each other, but I'm sure you'd heard a lot from Harry about my son Ron.

Perhaps Harry has already told you that the Quidditch World Cup is going to take place on Monday night, and my husband Arthur managed to get some of the best tickets through his connections in the Department of Magical Sports.

I wish you would allow Harry to watch the game, it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; Great Britain has not won a trophy for 30 years, and tickets are not easy to get. Of course, we'd love to let Harry stay until the end of the summer and send him back to school by train safely.

It would be best for Harry to get your reply to us as soon as possible through the normal means, as the Muggle postman has never delivered a letter to our house, and he probably doesn't know where our house is.

Hope to see Harry soon.

You are faithful

Molly Weasley

I hope we've got enough stamps. And.

When Uncle Vernon finished, he reached into his breast pocket and pulled out something.

"Look at this." He said angrily.

He held up the envelope that had just contained Mrs. Weasley's letter, and Harry held it back to keep from laughing. The envelope was stamped all over the place, leaving only a small piece of an inch square on the front, and Mrs. Weasley filled the Dursley's address in very small letters.

"She did get enough stamps." Harry said, trying to keep his tone flat, as if Mrs. Weasley had just made a mistake that everyone could make. Anger erupted in my uncle's eyes.

(To be continued.) )