Chapter 229: The Perfect Gift

A simple thick piece of paper, which opens into two envelopes. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Harry first opened George's letter and read it.

Dear Harry: Happy birthday, I hope you have done your homework in advance, otherwise when you receive the gift, you will regret your laziness.

Well, I won't scare you, I hope you have a relaxing and enjoyable rest of your vacation.

Have fun, George Soros.

Harry looked forward to it even more, what kind of gift it was, he had to do his homework in advance, so that he would not feel sorry for receiving the gift.

Harry hurriedly opened George's gift.

A boxy, thick, hard little book, which Harry flipped over.

"Oh my God!" he exclaimed.

What did he see? He saw a passport.

This is a passport for British citizens. He is 18 years old, and the photo above is Harry's head, whose name is Potter Harry.

He also saw a note that said, I definitely can't help you prepare for a driver's license, of course you can take the test yourself, and I wish you a good holiday.

"Hahaha!" Harry rolled on the bed in excitement, trying to keep himself from screaming, it was too late to disturb the neighbors.

Hedwig and Errol, the two owls, looked at Harry rolling on the bed with interest, wondering what was so pleasing to him.

Harry took his passport and kissed him hard, "It's amazing. ”

Harry had a lot of ideas about George's gifts, maybe it was the notes George had put together, maybe it was the magic book he had deliberately chosen, or maybe it was the magic prop he had made. But he had no idea that George would give him a passport, and Harry never dreamed that he would receive it.

But as soon as he saw it, he immediately felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart, and there was no need for any explanation. He knew that it was the best gift, the most perfect gift.

What gift could be more satisfying than for a child to grow up early and enter the adult world early?

Harry also immediately understood why George said that it would be a pity if he didn't finish his homework early. Of course, it will be a pity that with his passport, his remaining vacation will be completely different.

He can go wherever he wants without any scruples, although for the time being he is not familiar with the place, and there is no place in particular that he remembers. But he was free, and this freedom was really not fake, not false at all. He can go anywhere at any time like a real adult.

Whether it's going to the amusement park, or going back to London early and back to Diagon Alley, he can make a free choice completely willfully. When he walks down the street, he never has to worry about a policeman coming up to him and asking him why he doesn't walk with his parents and why he wanders around alone.

Now he's an adult, Adult Potter Harry.

The morning sun was shining on the earth, and the birdsong in his ears was interesting, and Harry woke up early to the sound of birdsong. Pushing open the window, there is a blue sky and white clouds, a flock of flying birds, and a group of white doves began to "coo" early in the morning.

No matter how happy Harry was with the gift he had received, time went on, but for a whole week, he still didn't go anywhere.

Probably he began to understand that people's ideas change over time and with things. One of the big changes in maturity is that what you once wanted is no longer needed.

At one point, he had longed for a toy, but no matter how much he longed for it, it could only burn his soul and do him no good. He could only watch as Cousin Dudley had everything and he had nothing.

He used to want to go to the playground, but he never did, and when he now has the ability to go to the playground too. He couldn't feel that joy anymore, and he didn't know why he was going to the playground.

Without happiness, there is no purpose.

He had longed for affection, for the Dursleys, for anything he could do. But now, anything the Dursleys did would make him feel sick, and he only hoped that the Dursleys would never be in his sight.

All of a sudden, Harry had a myriad of options, the freedom to go anywhere. Instead, he hesitated, he didn't know where he was going, he didn't know where he was going.

As he ate breakfast, Harry couldn't help but ask Barbara.

"Aunt Barbara, have you ever had that kind of time. It's when you've been planning for a long time, you've been looking forward to a trip for a long time, and you've wanted to go out. On what day did you suddenly feel very bored, suddenly you didn't want to do anything, you suddenly didn't want to go out?" asked Harry, a little embarrassed.

Barbara gave Harry a sympathetic look and said, "Of course, it's a common thing. Every time I go to see my daughter, I prepare for a long time. ”

"I needed to bring her my homemade snacks and new clothes, and I didn't stay long when I got to their school. I could only talk to her for one last time, they had a lot of classes and she needed to allocate time to her classmates. ”

Her voice was a little low, and she said, "Sometimes, I really don't know what I'm doing, I don't have to do these things. I just had to wait for them to go on vacation, and I could watch them every day at home, and they always advised me not to go to school to see them every time, but I couldn't help but continue like this. ”

"Actually, I met her throughout the whole process, and it wasn't a big deal. On the contrary, when I was preparing before, I needed to prepare snacks for her, and I needed to worry about whether she was doing well at school. On the contrary, these seemingly meaningless things are the time when I am most full of expectations. ”

Speaking of which, Barbara's mood suddenly improved again.

She turned to Harry, "Harry, I think you should go out for a walk and not stay in the house all day, of course you can choose to stay in the house." ”

"But it's not good, you should be more exposed to the outside world, you should visit your friends. You've been at home for over a month now, and you haven't seen anyone but me, and it's going to suffocate you. ”

"Well, I do want to meet my friends, I miss them a little. Harry muttered quietly.

He didn't really care much about what Barbara said, but he heard one thing clearly, and he did miss his friends so much.

It was only with them that he felt that no matter what he did, he would seem very interesting.

(To be continued.) )