Late August 1993.

The sun that had been basking the earth all day was gradually sinking into the horizon, and the gentle evening breeze blew through, but it could not take away all the heat afterglow, and the humming of the air conditioner was accompanied by the sound of Aunt Petunia beckoning everyone to dinner.

A while ago, Uncle Vernon went on a business trip to the vicinity of his grandfather's house, and when he came back, the trunk of the car was stuffed with a whole freshly slaughtered fawn, and after Grandpa heard that Harry was much thinner than in previous years, the old man picked up the old shotgun without saying a word, and within half an afternoon, Uncle Vernon was kicked and kicked back by the old man, for fear that the ice in the trunk would melt, and the heart could not be delivered.

The deer steak was roasted very tenderly, and the aroma of oil was bubbling in the nose, but among the people who ate, some people absentmindedly glanced at Harry from time to time, of course, this doggy appearance could not escape Harry's eyes, he glanced at Dali with some curiosity and said suspiciously: "I have ink on my face?" ”

"Uh, no." Dali shook his head, his eyebrows and eyes had some color that should be considered worried, this strange gaze made Harry confused, he can now eat, drink and jump, although he has not yet recovered the level of carrying two or three tons of barbells to do dozens of sets of squats half a year ago, but in the world of ordinary people, it is not an exaggeration to say a world-class strong man.

"I think," Dali seemed determined after a moment's hesitation, "we've got to talk about Harry, and I've always felt like this holiday. Hi. We'll talk about that later. ”

Darley who lowered his head and munched on the deer chops can gnaw up a rib in two bites, probably in the boy's growth and development period, the thirteen-year-old Dali is no longer the stuffy dun before, he has jumped to one meter seven like a trumpet horse or something, half a month ago when he went out, he also met two thugs robbed with knives, not to mention that Dali who came forward was two mouths and sent people directly to the hospital to lie down, mandible fracture and aggravated concussion, even if the injury is healed, those two things have to talk crookedly.

Dali's words sounded strange, and Aunt Vernon and Aunt Petunia on the side looked at each other, and they didn't think there was anything wrong with Harry, so they turned to Harry with puzzled eyes.

"I don't know." Harry lip-synched and spread his hands innocently.

Harry didn't go anywhere during the two months of the holiday, except for boiling two potions every day, one for Dalí and one for himself, he didn't go out of the door, just like a rich lady, all this is a very normal life, what did Dalí see was wrong?

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

After the meal, Harry and Dali walked out slowly, the street lamps on both sides of the street were already lit, there were buzzing mosquitoes flying in the lights, and the heat of the day had subsided a lot, especially when they walked to the small park not far away, the oncoming night wind blew people's pores loose.

"Harry, I have a feeling you've been abnormal lately."

Dali didn't hesitate, and spoke directly, "I suddenly found out today that you didn't go out a single step during this holiday, you just read books every day, don't play games, don't watch TV, don't even go to fitness, and the most important thing is "

Dali paused, his brows furrowed tightly, and he squeezed out a solemn expression of the 'bitter hatred' version.

"I know you wizards can't have phones or anything in their homes, and communication is either by roaring or by owls, but I really haven't seen Ling Ranghai. Belch.. Hedwig sent a letter, and I didn't even see Hedwig go home for a few days."

"That's it?"

Harry, who couldn't laugh or cry, sat on the swing with his ass, the iron chain with the thickness of his fingers was pressed by his weight, and it was so straight that it almost broke the chain, and as his body continued to repair and recover, his body structure has been striding towards an inhuman demigod, and his most obvious manifestation is that his weight has soared, and his body of 300 kilograms can really sit on a person with a butt.

The swing that was swaying by him let out an overwhelmed moan, and as Dali sat down on the other swing, the round iron pipes that hung the two swings were faintly concave and bent, and the two of them together weighed almost half a ton, and the swing originally designed for children to play with was now approaching its own limit.

"Isn't that suspicious? I'm your cousin! No one in the world knows you better than I do, although you have changed a lot since you became a wizard, but we are good brothers who have been together for ten years, I know you. ”

Dalí is not wrong at all, as a dove occupying the magpie's nest, Harry will indeed subconsciously hide his clumsiness, at least in front of adults, he will deliberately play the role of a child, but in front of his cousin - this simple, what people say he believes in front of the big guy, Harry always inadvertently shows a lot of flaws in front of him, but Harry never worries about what Dali will say nonsense, they are good brothers who grew up wearing a pair of pants, not close but also like kiss, What's more, the two are really related by blood.

"Are you?" Dali reached out and grabbed Harry's arm, using a lot of force, the kind that could pinch the others to the ground and scream, shouting loudly, 'Brother D, you are my father, I was wrong', but Harry's rough skin and thick skin didn't blush at all.

"If you have a fart, let it go, and if you hold it any longer, I will see your brain burning."

Seeing that Dali performed in front of him, Harry slapped Dali angrily, and it was Dali who slapped him from childhood to adulthood, and now Feng Shui takes turns, and Dali, who was slapped by Harry, jumped up at once!

"Whoa!! Hurt!!! ”

The stray cat, which was originally hiding not far away, was frightened by Dalí's voice and jumped up more than three feet high, and played a flower job of flying on the wall with a fart, and disappeared in a flash.

"I seem to be like," muttered Dali, who was lying on the ground, "I seem to see a God girl with legs more than three meters long beckoning to me."

"Then you'll have to finish your fart and go on a date with her, you'll go to hell for hanging your appetite, my dear cousin."

Harry smiled and reached out to pull Dali up from the floor, "Tell me, what's wrong with me?" ”

The grinning Dali stretched out his hand to reach his back, and sat on the grass with a painful face after finding that he really couldn't rub it, and not many people believed that the appearance of rubbing the iron rod on his back was not a bear rubbing a tree, and after a long pause, he whispered to Harry in a voice with three points of uncertainty and seven points of curiosity:

"Did you break up with Fleur?"

"What?"

The sound of the swing creaking came to an abrupt end, and a question mark hung on the head of Harry, who was stupidly standing still, staring at Dali's side face, "You let out such a sullen fart for a long time?" ”

"Is that true?"

"I feel like I should give you another slap to wake you up," Harry, who was speechless and covered his head, said with a smile, "Is it that you've been dating too much lately, and you're hallucinating due to kidney deficiency?" ”

"I'm normal!" Dalí, who had stopped rubbing against the tree, turned his head and glared at Harry, "What normal man would leave his beautiful girlfriend alone and read a book at home for a holiday?" I didn't make phone calls, I didn't write letters, and although I found out a little late, isn't that the problem? ”

"Fleur." Dali said to Harry seriously: "Although I haven't seen her face, she is definitely the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life, I am now uncomfortable without talking to Lisa on the phone for two days, how can you control yourself?" ”

"That's by my steely will, of course." Harry replied in a serious manner, his face full of the tough beauty of a straight man of steel.

"Fart less, unless you're a guy." Halfway through the words, Dali's frightened eyes widened, and he subconsciously covered his buttocks, and his body suddenly collapsed tightly.

"I'm not interested in your big ass of dozens of pounds at all." Harry, who also had a tense face and a serious face, spoke seriously, and then gritted his teeth and glared back at his cousin, who was out of tune, "Can't you just dump the yellow in your brain and dump it in the trash?" Fleur and I are both serious people, the kind who wait for a few years to get married without falling in love. ”

"Fack!" I don't know why, Dali, who always felt that he had been punched in the face, scolded and scolded, but then, he licked his face and stepped forward, and asked with a flattering face: "Then Gabu uh. I mean! When he saw the disdain on Harry's face, 'You are actually such a person', Dalí immediately changed his words, "Does Fleur have any other beautiful cousins or cousins?" ”

"I'm sick now when I don't talk to Lisa on the phone for two days." Harry, who had a throat between him, said with a teasing expression, "I remember that the girl you liked to die last year wasn't called Lisa, right?" ”

"After all, I'm a long-term person." Dali, who pretended to have a deep face, touched his chin and said, "Before falling in love with a beautiful girl, I have to train my personal ability first, right, otherwise how can I kill him from before the army is not left behind." ”

"Makes sense, but not much." Harry nodded in agreement, Dali may need some frustration to develop the ability to talk to a beautiful sister, there are not many other Delacour families, there are really a lot of sisters and sisters with the blood of Meiwa, in terms of scale, England is also the Weasley family can compare with them, Dali will die in front of beautiful girls Harry has seen it.

"Brother, the happiness of the rest of my life will be handed over to you, Harry!"

Dali, who was moved, got up and hugged his little brother hard, what is brotherhood, this is the most iron brotherhood.

"It's just that," Dali lowered his voice a little more, sat back on the swing, and leaned into Harry's ear to ask, "One more thing, Harry, should you talk to me?" ”

"What?"

"Is there an alien invasion or something like that?" Dalí spoke a little nervously, but that was what he really wanted to ask tonight, and in the two months of the holiday, he had figured out something different.

"Hey!" A surprised Harry hooked Dali's shoulder, "Could it be that you're still a prophet?" Can you guess that? ”

"Don't say it, there are really aliens coming."

Frightened by these words, Dali almost fell off the swing, "I'm just making an analogy, there are really aliens?!" ”

The two brothers stared at each other for a long time

"Really?" Dalí spoke quietly, with tremors in his words, not knowing whether he was scared or excited.

"I hope that's not true." Harry smiled and shook his head, patting Dalí on the shoulder, "Let's go, go home and say, if some author eavesdrops on me and loses my inspiration, it's a big loss, right?" ”

The two left together, but there was no one in the vicinity of the author, not even a wild cat.

(End of chapter)