"The postman noticed," he gritted his teeth, and the voice squeezed out between his teeth, "and he was very curious to know where the letter came from, so he rang the doorbell. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info He probably thought it was a bit odd. ”

Harry didn't say anything. Others may not understand, isn't it just a few more stamps, why did Uncle Vernon make such a fuss. But Harry and the Dursleys had lived together for so long that they knew they were sensitive to even the slightest out-of-the-ordinary things. Their greatest fear is that someone discovers that they are connected to someone like Mrs. Weasley, no matter how distant.

Uncle Vernon was still glaring at Harry. Harry put on a dumb look. As long as he doesn't do stupid things and don't say stupid things, he may go to a major event that is rare in a century. He waited for Uncle Vernon to say something, but he just glared at him fiercely. Harry decided to break the silence.

"So- can I go?" He asked.

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: two of Uncle Vernon's most basic instincts clashed. Letting Harry go to the game would make Harry happy, and he was so reluctant to do it for thirteen years. On the other hand, allowing Harry to go to the Weasley's house for the summer holidays would allow him to get rid of Harry two weeks earlier than he had hoped, and Uncle Vernon hated Harry staying 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, staring at the signature in disgust.

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

He almost uttered "Hogwarts Express", which would surely make his uncle angry. In the Dursleys house, the name of Harry's school had never been mentioned out loud.

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

"The chubby woman?" Finally, he asked in a gruff voice, "With a whole bunch of red-haired kids?" ”

Harry frowned. He thought it was funny that Uncle Vernon had called someone "fat", when his own son, Dudley, had finally done what they had forced him to do since he was three years old—he was now a fat man.

Uncle Vernon was reading the letter again.

"Quidditch," he muttered quietly, "Quidditch—what kind of is this?" ”

Harry felt a wave of irritability again.

"It's a sport," he said more, "playing on a broomstick—"

"Alright, alright!" Uncle Vernon exclaimed. 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. Harry saw his mouth reading, "Will you reply...... Served by the normal means". He frowned.

"What does it mean by 'by normal means'?" He snapped.

"Our normal way," said Harry, who went on without waiting for his uncle to stop him, "you know, is 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 that you are not allowed to mention these strange things in my house!" He gritted his teeth and said, his face flushed purple like a ripe plum, "You stand there in the clothes Penny and I gave you, and you don't know how to be grateful—"

"Those clothes were given to me when Dudley didn't wear them." Harry said coldly. Indeed, the collarless long-sleeved shirt he wore was so fat that he had to roll up his sleeves five times to reveal his hands, and the hem of his shirt dragged all the way to the knees of the incomparably fat jeans......

"Don't talk to me like that!" Uncle Vernon was so angry that he was trembling.

But Harry didn't want to 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 - if there was a way, he would go for it. Harry took a deep breath to stabilize his emotions before saying, "Well, I can't see the World Cup. So, I can go now, right? I'm writing to Sirius, and I'm not done yet. You know -- he's my godfather. ”

"Are you—you're writing to him?" Uncle Vernon said, trying to keep his tone calm, but Harry saw the pupils of his small eyes suddenly shrink in fear.

"Oh-yes," said Harry nonchalantly, "he hasn't heard from me for a while, and you know, if he doesn't hear from me, he'll think something is wrong with me." ”

He paused, appreciating the effect. He could literally see the mental activity beneath Uncle Vernon's unkempt black hair, and see how the gears worked. If his uncle prevented Harry from writing to Sirius, Sirius would think that Harry had been abused. If his uncle told Harry that he couldn't go to the Quidditch World Cup, Harry would tell Sirius, who would know that Harry had indeed been abused. In this way, Uncle Vernon had no choice but to take a path. Harry could clearly see that decision was gradually forming in his uncle's mind, as if the big bearded face was transparent. Harry tried his best to hold back a laugh and keep no expression on his face. And then—

"Well, well. You can go watch this damn ...... This stupid ...... This so-called broken World Cup. You write to the Weasleys, and 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 you - your godfather...... Tell him...... Tell him you're going. ”

"Okay." Harry said happily.

He turned and walked towards the living room door, resisting the urge to cheer. He's leaving...... He's going to Weasley's house, he's going to watch the Quidditch World Cup!

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, huh?" Harry asked, "I've eaten so much, what 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.

(To be continued.) )