Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, who live at 4 Privet Road, always proudly say that they are unorthodox people.

Please, please.

They have never been involved in strange things, because they don't believe in those evil ways at all.

But since Penny, the hostess, adopted her sister's hateful orphan ten years ago, the boy with unkempt black hair has become the family's biggest secret.

Don't ask, anyone who tries to ask them about the great Harry Potter will be instantly far away from you, and they will mentally classify you as a "weirdo".

Because Mr. and Mrs. Dursley knew that the sister of the hostess Penny, who was married to some "Potter family", was an out-and-out "weirdo", and in the usual Western parlance, it seemed that she should be called a witch.

I remember ten years ago, on a gloomy, gloomy Tuesday, the Dursleys woke up in the morning with clouds hanging low in the sky outside their windows.

At half past eight in the morning, Mr. Vernon Dursley, who was so fat that he had no neck, was driving out to work in a small suit when he was surprised to find a spotted cat looking at a map on the street corner.

And when he came home from work, he had just driven to his mailbox, and the first thing that caught his eye was the spotted cat he had seen in the morning, and the cat was sitting on the courtyard wall of his garden.

Mr. Dursley was sure that the cat was the same as the one in the morning: the lines around the eyes were identical.

"Go...... Go aside! Mr. Dursley exclaimed.

The cat didn't move, just glared at him fiercely.

This is definitely not normal behavior for a cat.

Mr. Dursley felt a little flustered, he had experienced so many absurd things all day today, and after taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, he went into the house.

He decided not to say a word about these things to his wife.

However, his plans to protect his peaceful life were completely disrupted, first when the weather show reported that there was a "rain of owls" in the sky, and then a baby appeared in front of his house.

Just as Dursley was trying to contact the police and ask the orphanage or welfare home to pick up the child, an old man with a white beard, who was not holding a white stick in his hand, but was pinching a "twig" appeared at the door of their house.

With a wave of his hand, the letter that Mr. Dursley, had seen and torn to shreds, which could be used to prove the child's identity, was instantly restored to its original state.

Mr. Dursley's wife, Penny, screamed and ran out, but she seemed to know the terrible old man.

"You have to adopt this child." The old man ignored Vernon Dursley and kept his eyes on Penny, "Just now, Lily's family was attacked, and this kid is the only survivor. ”

"However, I don't want to touch ...... too much"

"No, you have to adopt him, you are his only relative in this world." The old man's tone was extremely stern, and his blue eyes conveyed an unmistakable expression.

Well, from then on, Harry Potter, the "boy who lives in the cracks", has become a member of the family.

Unfortunately, the Dursleys don't have pets, and of course, with Harry Potter's current treatment, I'm afraid it's not as comfortable as a pet.

The Dursleys themselves had a boy named "Dali", who was about the same age as Harry.

As a child who grew up in a honey pot, this fat boy was basically spoiled by his parents, and it only takes one sentence to describe it, and you know how bad this child's personality is.

This child, both in size and in his own bad habits, is like a plus-sized "fat tiger".

Mr. Dursley, as the director of a drilling rig sales company, has a fairly good income level, and the family's life is not much stress, but this has nothing to do with Harry Potter who survives in the cracks.

Yes, as the famous "savior" Harry Potter in the entire British wizarding world, the "boy who never dies" in the wizarding world that almost no one does not admire, has survived in the cracks of the closet under the stairs for nearly ten years.

As for how Harry is doing, look at his cousin Dali's bulging designer clothes, and Harry's "hundred clothes" that he didn't know where to get them, and then look at the thin body of our savior.

Maybe there are still people who don't have a clear concept of this, it doesn't matter, as long as you know that Li Fei was very thin when he entered school, but he was still tall, and his body was only "thin", and there were still a few taels of meat.

And the current Harry Potter is not skinny and bone-ty, but basically there is no fat at all, it is all lean meat close to the bones, and he is even thinner than Li Fei more than once.

It was finally June, when the elementary school semester was over, and Harry was happy, but he couldn't avoid Dudley and his group, who had to come to Dudley's house every day.

Dalí's friends are almost all stupid and stupid, and Dudley is the biggest and dumbest of them all, so he is their leader.

Dudley's accomplices are happy to join him in his favorite game, chasing Harry.

That may have been the reason why Harry was trying to stay outside for as long as possible, but it was only Harry's last hope for life.

By September, he would be in middle school, and at the behest of Aunt Vernon and Aunt Penny, Harry was going to attend Stonewall, a local comprehensive secondary school.

Stonewall Middle School says that it is a comprehensive system of learning, but in fact, it is no different from a juvenile detention center, and the people who take in are those who are too lazy to control the little gangsters.

In Dalí's schadenfreude words, "On the first day of school at Stonewall, they would dip their freshmen's heads down the toilet. ”

He said to Harry, "Do you want to go upstairs and I'll help you adjust to life in advance?"

It's Harry's birthday, but it's a pity that maybe, maybe, probably everyone has forgotten about it.

Everyone ates, chats, and takes pleasure in making fun of Harry as usual.

It wasn't until they heard the "click" of the mailbox and some of the letters fall on the mat at the gate that they stopped sarcastically and sarcastically about Harry's future school career.

Harry couldn't escape the fate of picking up the letters, and he was always asked to do things that no one else wanted to do.

There were three pieces of mail on the mat: one was a postcard from Aunt Maggie, Uncle Vernon's sister, who was on vacation on a small island, when suddenly a strong typhoon swept Aunt Maggie's villa away.

Oh, and thankfully, the rest of the island's villas were undamaged, and just as the resort staff were about to apologize and pay a large sum of money by the way, they were delighted to find that Aunt Maggie had artificially removed a side beam to use as a clothes pole.

Although the slender side beams are basically useless to support the entire house, they can still be considered vandalism to the structure of the house.

This meant that Aunt Maggie, who had always taken pleasure in belittling Harry's deceased parents, not only did not receive half a penny, but instead had to pay a large sum of money for the repair of the house.

The news made Harry laugh three times in his heart, and he didn't dare to laugh out loud, or he would be beaten violently.

The other was a brown envelope that looked like a bill, and Harry didn't look at it much.

The last one turned out to be a letter addressed to Harry.

Harry picked up the letter and stared at it intently, as if a string had been plucked violently, and it reverberated for a long time.

To this day, no one has ever written to Harry.

Who might have written this letter?

He had never had friends, and he had no other relatives, but now he did have a letter, the address of which was clear, and there could be no mistake:

[Surrey County, Little Whinging District, 4 Privet Road, cupboard under the stairs, by Mr. Harry Potter.] Valley

The envelope was made of heavy parchment, the address was written in emerald green ink, and there were no stamps.

Harry turned the envelope over with a trembling hand, and saw a wax seal, a shield coat of arms, and a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounded by the capital "H".

"Boy, bring it quickly!" Uncle Vernon shouted in the kitchen, "What are you doing, checking the parcel for bombs?"

He made a joke and giggled himself.

It wasn't until Vernon saw Harry's letter that the laughter stopped abruptly like a male duck who had been stepped on his throat.

It was Harry's Hogwarts acceptance letter, the letter that countless people in Li Fei's previous life were still looking forward to even in middle age.

In response, the Dursleys, who had already made up their minds to make a clean break with the "eccentrics," decided to ignore the invaluable letter.

Should it be said that it is worthy of the treatment of the protagonist of the world, the admission letter that is extremely precious to others, in Harry Potter, the "boy who never dies", it is like dumplings in the pot of northerners during the New Year, and dumplings in the pot of southerners, there are more than a dozen letters.

It was raining owls outside, and at night, the owls who were in charge of delivering the letters howled and urged outside, as if waiting for Harry's reply.

At first, Vernon was able to pretend to be calm and say that he had received so many letters this year that he had saved all the firewood for the fireplace.

But who would light the fireplace in their house at the end of July or the beginning of August, and the summer irritability became unbearable as the flames rose in the living room.

Eventually, Uncle Vernon took the trouble and decided to take refuge on an uninhabited island.

They set out early in the morning, and by the time they reached the island it was already late afternoon.

It's said to be a small island, and it's probably just an island in the middle of a lake, but maybe it's half abandoned by the construction of a tourist project in a certain year, and there are only cold and damp houses on the island, and with the miserable howl of those messenger owls at night, the ghost shadow is very penetrating.

"Hahaha, thanks to these letters, we can have a fire tonight."

It had just rained, and the wet rough house was a little cold, and Uncle Vernon held Harry with one hand, and as he threw the letters addressed to Harry into the fire, the flames warmed the room, and Harry's heart grew colder.

No one could have been so patient, and since last night, the other party had sent more than a hundred letters to him in a row, but none of them had been snatched by Harry.

Harry didn't know when the sender would lose patience and give up on himself completely.

More than anything else, Harry was willing to sacrifice the ten years of life of Uncle Vernon and Cousin Dali in exchange for reading the contents of the letter.

Just as Harry had made this wish, a thunderclap suddenly sounded in the sky, and then an avalanche of letters instantly crushed the roof of the room.

As Aunt Vernon and Aunt Petunia were overwhelmed by the flood of letters, Harry reached for a letter.

But before Harry could open the envelope, a huge black shadow flashed beside him, and he was about to snatch the letter from Harry's hand.

"Let's see! Don't you want to see what is in my letter? "Harry has never admired his wit so much.

All it takes is a glance, as long as Dalí hesitates, and he only needs to glance at what is written in the letter.

Unfortunately, although Harry's suggestion was reasonable, Dali was used to snatching something directly from Harry's side since he was a child, and he was determined not to share it with Harry.

Pulling the letter out of Harry's hand in an instant, Dali not only didn't read it, but instead focused all his attention on Harry.

Harry didn't plan to fight with Dali's stupid pig, on the one hand, he really couldn't grab him, and on the other hand, now that there were letters everywhere, he just had to pick up another one.

It's a pity that Harry overestimated the IQ of Dali's stupid pig, and the greasy fat man actually gave up reading the letters he had managed to snatch, and instead set his sights on Harry, and as soon as Harry picked one up, he snatched one.

Harry was in a hurry, and no longer cared about the integrity of the letter, he picked up a letter and tore it directly from the middle, but unfortunately this part of his hand was once again snatched by the stupid pig of Dalí's cousin.

"Well done, Dalí!" Uncle Vernon struggled to crawl out of the letter, praised Dalí, and then turned to "rescue" his wife, Penny.

Harry knew this was his last chance.

If I can't see the content of this letter, I am afraid that I will never have the opportunity to see the specific content of this letter again.

Eventually, Harry ran to the door of the house with four letters in his arms, and the broken wooden grating door was leaking rainwater into the house.

"No !!"

"We're going to never let you get involved with those monsters, and we don't want to see those monsters again!"

Aunt Vernon and Aunt Penny, who had just crawled out, and Dali, who was just having fun, pounced on Harry faster than they should have been, and snatched a letter from Harry's hand.

Thankfully, Harry still had one last letter in his hand.

As long as you run out of this door, no one will be able to stop you from seeing the contents of this letter!

The three Vernons lunged at Harry again, and the four of them tore at the letter that Harry was clutching tightly in his hand at the same time.

Harry was knocked down, and at this moment Harry was less than two meters away from the door, but in Harry's eyes, the short distance was like a moat.

"Bang!" With a bang, the wooden door was blown away in an instant, and a huge figure almost two people tall and five people wide suddenly appeared in the room.

The man was wearing an otter coat, and there were droplets of water dripping all over his body.

"It's hard to find this place, bring me a cup of tea!" The man said, and looked down to find Harry being torn apart.

"Nobody—can—hurt—Harry!"

The giant was furious, and as he raised his hand several times, Harry only felt a lightness on his body, and the three Vernon family members were instantly thrown out by this huge figure.

"No !!"

"You can't look at !!"

Ignoring the threats of Aunt Vernon and Aunt Petunia, Harry didn't even have time to thank the huge figure in front of him, he just wanted to take a good look at the letter in his hand.

At the age of eleven, he received a letter addressed to himself for the first time.

He couldn't wait.

Just as Harry was about to open the crumpled letter in his hand, the giant pushed a small cake box in front of Harry, with pink threads on it.

Just hear the giant say, "Happy birthday, Harry, I hope I didn't squash it." ”

At the same time, a brand new letter was placed on the cake box.

"Don't worry, with me here, you can read your letter with confidence."

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