A month passed in a blink of an eye, and the 'mysterious disappearance of glass' in the Crawling Pavilion was naturally blamed on Harry, after all, there were too many strange facts that happened around him since he was a child.

In fact, it can't be said to be strange, it was Harry's reason in the first place.

For this, the Dursleys gave Harry the harshest punishment possible, banning him from eating bacon for a week, depriving him of the right to drink soda, and only being allowed to eat fish and chips.

Harry looked sad and depressed.

In fact, the fish and chips are not really that unpalatable, and they are quite delicious when you eat them for the first time.

But...

As long as you are too lazy to cook, Penny will serve this dish for you, and over time you will not find it delicious.

Cod that has been frozen for too long and has no texture at all, and when paired with dry fries, this is definitely a difficult dish to swallow.

As Harry recalled, he didn't feel happy that week.

One day in July.

Harry was helping Petunia with the cleaning.

"Dursley, your letter."

The postman's voice came from outside the door, and then the letter box clicked, and the letters didn't go into the mailbox at all, but were scattered on the foot mat at the gate.

Vernon was lying on the couch reading the newspaper, just in time to see Dudley come out of the morning shower.

"Dudley, go get the letter."

"Okay." Walk to the door and take out the letters, three copies in total.

One is a postcard from Aunt Maggie, who has gone on a trip. One is a bill, which seems to be an electricity bill. There is also a copy on it with the recipient written Harry Potter.

The handwriting is written in emerald green ink. No stamps are affixed. On the other side of the envelope, there is a wax seal, a shield coat of arms, and a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounded by a capital "H".

'What is due will come.' ’

Dulizai carefully checked the mailbox and made sure that there was no one of his own, and suddenly felt an inexplicable loss in his heart.

Handy the bill and postcard letter to Vernon.

"Oh my gosh. Maggie fell ill. Vernon said to Penny, "Ate the problematic snail..."

Then he opened the envelope with the bill and snorted in disgust, no one likes bills, Vernon looked at the last letter in Dudley's hand.

"Dudley, is that your letter? What a strange material, parchment? Who's going to use this thing now? ”

"It's Harry's." Dudley shook the recipient column in front of Vernon.

As soon as these words came out, the home instantly became quiet and abnormal, and the needle drop could be heard.

Vernon, Penny, and Harry all looked at Dudley, or rather the letter in his hand.

'Who's going to send a letter to Harry?' ’

Not only was this question a question mark for the Dursleys, but even Harry was confused.

'yes, who's going to send me a letter?' ’

Vernon snatched the letter from Dudley, opened it with one hand, and read it.

Harry didn't mind, he just wanted to know what was written in it, so he followed.

Vernon only looked at the first line, and his face suddenly turned from red to blue, faster than the traffic light, and in a matter of seconds his face was as gray as cereal.

"Pey... Pendant... Penny, it's them! ”

In just a few words, it seems to exhaust all the strength of the whole body.

Before Harry could see it, the letter was back in Penny's hand. In the same way, she only read the first line, then clutched her forehead and staggered as if she was about to faint, then grabbed her throat and choked as if she were about to lose her breath.

Harry was even more curious, he had never seen an aunt with such an expression.

"Aunt Penny, what's written on it?"

Harry leaned over curiously, but the letter was put away by Penny.

"That's not something a kid should know."

Dudley could hear Penny trying to control her emotions and try not to break down.

"Vernon and I have something to talk about, you two go to the room on the second floor first."

"Yes, Auntie."

Harry behaved like a good baby.

"Brother D, do you know what's going on?" Upon entering the room, Harry asked Dudley curiously.

Maybe it's because he's been with Dudley for a long time, and Harry is much more mature than he seems.

He knew that instead of asking Petunia and Vernon, he would be able to ask his big cousin.

Dudley touched Harry's head and said in a tone like goodbye, "Harry, maybe you can't go to the same school as me. ”

"Why?!" Harry raised his voice several degrees, then he realized something, and asked eagerly, "Is it because of that letter?" ”

"Vernon—" Aunt Penny said in a trembling voice outside the door, "what are we going to do?" Vernon? Shall we reply to the letter? Tell them we don't want to... It was not easy to treat him as his own child. ”

"Penny, I'm not going to let them take anyone. Didn't we swear when we brought him in to cut ties with those things altogether? ”

“...”

Dudley heard Penny sobbing and Vernon's angry yelling.

He had known that this day was coming, and he thought that his parents had already prepared, but he didn't expect that when it really came, his parents' reaction was greater than expected.

Because of a letter, the Dursleys were completely confused.

Even the ignorant Harry knew that something big was about to happen, and his life could change because of it.

Penny and Vernon eventually burn the letter, intending to ignore it, believing that it would prevent it from happening.

Dudley knew that this was just the beginning.

Early the next morning, the alarm clock rang at six o'clock sharp.

The day's plan was in the morning, and Dudley got out of bed and began his daily workout.

Start with a simple warm-up to stretch your body.

One-handed push-ups, dumbbells, pullers... One by one.

As Dudley was about to finish his morning workout, the postman arrived on time.

"Dursley, your letter."

The emerald green ink as always, another letter to Harry, but this time not one, but three.

Vernon, who rushed to hear the news, tore the three letters to shreds in front of Harry.

Harry was expressionless and uncurious, knowing that the letter would separate him from Dudley, and that he wanted to go to Smetin Middle School with him.

On this day, Vernon nailed the letterbox with a nail.

Six letters on the third day...

Twelve letters on the fourth day...

From the next day, every other day, the number doubled.

Until Sunday.

"There won't be a postman on Sunday, and there won't be that damn letter." Vernon said happily.

As soon as he finished speaking, something fell out of the kitchen chimney and hit him the back of the head. Then countless letters shot out of the fireplace like bullets, filling the room in an instant.

Today it was no longer the postman who came to deliver the letter, but owls, and there were owls everywhere outside the courtyard of the Dursleys.

Looking at the piles of letters that filled the room, Dudley felt unwavering.

'Looks like I'm destined to be at Hogwarts. ’

At Vernon's orders, Dudley threw piles of letters into the burning fireplace.

In a trance, the corner of Dudley's eyes swept to a certain letter, and there was a sudden burst in his heart, Dudley hurriedly took out the letter through the fireplace, but unfortunately because the fire was too strong, when Dudley rescued it, most of the letter had been burned, especially the recipient column in the upper left corner was already unrecognizable, and under Dudley's careful identification, he could vaguely see that the name was not Harry's H beginning, but a big D word.

Is this my letter?!' ’