Brother or something is pure nonsense, he doesn't have a brother at all, what he thinks about is the information that the soul has spent a lot of money to pass on to him. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Sunwell Water ......"

Sitting on the train, Du Teng's heart has gradually drifted away.

……

In the world of Azeroth, Duten sat on the walls of the city of Gilneth, waiting for the Buddha's answer.

The undead invasion was eventually repulsed, and he single-handedly fought off Arthas in the midst of the undead, becoming the hero of all of Gilneys. At the same time, he was also officially promoted to the heroic powerhouse, standing in the same position as Arthas.

With the addition of his status as a prince, if time passes smoothly like this, he will eventually become the king of Gilneth!

Recently, however, he suddenly wanted to move, because he had received definite news that the army of the undead was moving northward, for the simple purpose of the High Elves in the northernmost part of the continent.

When he thinks of the High Elves, he thinks of the Sunwell.

The Well of the Sun comes from the Well of Eternity, in fact, the two are fundamentally the same, but the equivalent is much smaller, but there is no obvious difference in the energy contained in it, because they are both infinite.

A well of infinite energy...... It's exciting to think about.

So he consumed a lot of strength, and at the same time borrowed hundreds of magicians from the kingdom to arrange a super-large spatial teleportation magic array to help him complete cross-border communication. No way, who made him just a split soul? If he is a Buddha-figure, he will naturally be able to communicate directly.

When the deity got the news, he said that he would think about it, and then he broke off contact.

……

Duten didn't go anywhere for the whole vacation, just reminiscing about the world of Azeroth in a quiet place. Of course, the temptation of the sunwell is great, and in fact there are too many things that the world of Yamaguchiyama has to be tempting to him. The Sunwell is just one of them, the technology left behind by the Titans, several guardian dragons, and the ancient gods who have been sealed deep underground, as well as the gods of the wilderness, Naru, the elemental lords, and so on...... None of these things are so good, if he can, Du Teng really wants to bring them all under his command.

But this kind of thing can only be thought about, with the power of soul splitting, it is unlikely that you want to defeat those legendary existences.

But that's okay......

"This world is not in sync with the world of Yamaguchiyama, and there are still three years left in the life of this world...... Three years, it's completely too late! ”

Du Teng had an expectant smile on his face, looking forward to the rest of the Harry Potter world, and he was full of more expectations for the actions after the end of this world.

……

When Harry arrived in the kitchen, the Dursleys were already sitting around the table. 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 grapefruit unlined into Dudley's plate, and said in a shaky voice, "Eat, little girl." Dudley glared at her angrily. Ever since Dudley returned home on leave 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." As for the teacher's criticism of Dudley's bullying of his classmates, they also passed by lightly.

"He's 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 just the size of his bones, that his overweight was just 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 fingerprints on spotless walls, or to watch the neighbors' whereabouts, 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 insists that the whole family follow the recipe.

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 and learns that they want him to live on carrot sticks all summer, he sends Hedwig to send a message to his friends asking for help.

They responded immediately.

Hedwig brought back a large box from Hermione's house, stuffed with sugar-free snacks. Hagrid, the hunting ground warden at Hogwarts School, enthusiastically brought a bag full of rock crust bread that he had made. 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. What Duten gave Harry were all kinds of snacks from Huaxia, and there were hundreds of them.

Later, on Harry's birthday, he received a total of five super cakes from Duten, 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.

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 then he picked up the spoon.

The doorbell rang. Uncle Vernon struggled to get up from his chair and made his way to the foyer. But a minute later, Uncle Vernon returned, and his face was 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.

"All right," he said, walking over to the fireplace in two steps, turning back to face Harry, as if he wanted Yibu to arrest Harry.

"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 spoke out loud the contents of the letter, and Harry listened to it, it was actually from Mrs. Weasley, who told him about the Quidditch World Cup. It's just that she is obviously not used to the way Muggles send letters, for fear that she will have fewer stamps.

When Uncle Vernon held up the envelope that contained Mrs. Weasley's letter, Harry tried to hold back his laughter. 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.

"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. He probably thought it was a little weird. ”

Uncle Vernon was still glaring at Harry. Harry put on a dumb look.

"So- can I go?" He asked.

"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 recall something that was very unpleasant.

"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.

He was unwilling to accept everything related to "wizards", and expressed extreme disgust, and many words in the letter made him extremely angry. However, now that Harry has grown up, he is not so easy to bully, and a few simple words made Aunt Vernon so angry that he wanted to explode.

"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!

Harry took three steps and two steps up the stairs and rushed into his bedroom.

He could see at a glance that Hedwig had returned.

It crouched in its cage, glaring at Harry with its huge amber eyes while its mouth clicked, which usually indicated that it was annoyed by something. Almost at the same time, something that annoyed it came into shape.

"Ugh!" Harry exclaimed, and a small, feathered gray tennis ball-like thing slammed into his head. Harry huffed and rubbed the sore spot of the hit, and when he looked up, he saw a tiny, tiny owl, small enough to be held in the palm of his hand. It was so excited that it was like a burning firework, whizzing around the room. Harry realized that the owl had just dropped a letter at his feet. Harry bent down, recognized Ron's handwriting, and tore open the envelope.

It was Ron telling him that he had bought the ticket, and that was the most important thing.

"Be quiet!" Harry said that the little owl swooped down and flew over his head, chirping incessantly. Harry could only guess that it was because he had delivered the letter to the recipient without mishap, and he couldn't contain his pride in his heart. "Come here, I want you to bring back my reply!"

The owl flapped its wings and landed on top of Hedwig's cage, and Hedwig raised her head and looked at it coldly, as if to ask if she dared to take a step closer.

Harry picked up the quill again and replied quickly, and then he folded it very small, and the little owl jumped up and down excitedly, and it took great difficulty for Harry to tie the letter to its legs. 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.

Harry turned his face to look at Hedwig.

"Do you think you can do a long flight?" He asked Hedwig.

Hedwig chirped in a noble gesture.

"Can you give this letter to Sirius for me?" As he spoke, he picked up the letter he had just written and tied it to Hedwig's lap. Hedwig was motionless, surprisingly steady, and seemed determined to show Harry what a real owl courier should do.

"When you come back, I'll be at Ron's house, understand?" Harry said to it.

Hedwig lovingly bit his finger lightly, then spread her huge wings, swished softly, and 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 birthday 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's a sunny summer day, he's leaving Privet Road tomorrow, his scars are completely back to normal, and he's going to watch the Quidditch World Cup. At such a moment, it is difficult to be bothered by something - not even Voldemort can spoil his joy. (To be continued.) )