Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

No one at the table, except Dalí, put their thoughts on the poor grapefruit in front of them.

Harry ate very slowly, and he had a delicious cake in his head.

A few seconds later, Daryl had eaten his share of grapefruit.

He was staring hard at Harry's share, and the little pig's eyes flashed a very hateful light.

Harry wasn't going to mess with Darry, he was going to settle his poor grapefruit quicker.

Then, go upstairs and enjoy the delicious cake and wait for Ivan's reply.

But things went against my will, things quickly went straight down!

As Hedwig flew into Harry's cabin with Ivan's reply, there was an unprecedented storm downstairs.

Uncle Vernon's roar almost lifted the floor open and Heidelberg stared at Amber's eyes and jumped anxiously.

Over the past three years, it has become familiar with this roar and curse.

He knows that his little master, Harry, must have made another mistake and upset the Dusty family!

In fact, Harry was making a very polite puzzling look, and he didn't know exactly what had happened.

Uncle Vernon had just gotten up and went to the door for a letter, a letter sent through the “normal” Muggle mailman.

Obviously, this letter is unusual and abnormal.

First of all, this letter is filled with something that Muggles cannot understand.

The envelope was also filled with stamps, leaving only a tiny inch on the front.

There, Mrs. Weasley filled in the address of the Desirees in very small words.

Uncle Vernon waved the paper and roared loudly at Harry, "Look at this! ”

Harry picked up the purple letter and took a look at it.

It was Mrs. Weasley's letter in which she invited herself to watch the upcoming Quidditch World Cup.

Moreover, she looked forward to allowing herself to stay in the shanty house for the next two weeks until the end of the summer vacation.

This is fantastic, this is exactly what Harry needed, a different summer life, and he was eager to leave the Desirees immediately.

He's going back to the magic world with his friends.

They went back to see the Quidditch World Cup finals, and, by the way, to visit Sirius.

Harry has been worried about his injuries until now.

In addition, Harry wanted to personally ask Ivan about their adventures during the summer vacation.

There are so many things waiting for him to do, he can't stay here...

But Harry didn't lose his mind, and under the wrath of Uncle Vernon, he tried to make a silly face.

He tells himself that as long as he doesn't do anything stupid and doesn't say anything stupid, he could go to a major event in a hundred years.

“Can I go about this?” He asked carefully.

Uncle Vernon's big purple-red face twitched slightly, one mustache standing upright.

Harry felt like he could see what was going on in the brain behind that beard.

In Uncle Vernon's mind, there was a conflict between the two most basic intuitions.

Having Harry watch the game will make Harry happy. Uncle Vernon has been unwilling to do it for 13 years.

On the other hand, Harry was allowed to spend the summer at Weasley's.

That would get rid of Harry two weeks earlier than he had hoped, and Uncle Vernon hated Harry so much in his own home.

Uncle Vernon probably wanted to give herself some time to think and look down at Mrs. Weasley's letter.

“Who is this woman?” He asked reluctantly, staring dead at Mrs. Weasley's signature on the letter.

“You've seen her!” Harry said, "She was the mother of my friend Ron, and at the end of last semester she went to Hogg... and she picked him up on the school train. ”

Harry almost said "Hogwarts Express", and that would definitely set his uncle on fire.

No one at Desiree's has ever mentioned the name of Harry School out loud.

The only exception is probably the one Ivan visited two years ago on that summer vacation.

Uncle Vernon's big, fat face wrinkled together and seemed desperate to remember a very unpleasant thing.

“The fat woman?” Finally, he asked crudely, "With a bunch of red-haired children? ”

Harry frowned, and he thought it was ridiculous that Uncle Vernon actually said that someone else was "fat.”

You know, his own son, Dali, has now turned into a wide, vertical, fat dude.

“Quidditch?” Uncle Vernon's reading the letter again, mumbling silently, "Quidditch, what kind of a crap is this? ”

“It's a sport!” Harry felt agitated again, "riding on the broom...”

“All right, all right!” Uncle Vernon said out loud.

Harry was somewhat satisfied to see that his uncle seemed a little nervous.

Apparently, his nerves couldn't stand the word "broomstick” sounding in his living room.

He looked down at the letter in search of refuge.

“Your reply will be delivered in the normal manner.” He asked loudly, "In a normal way, what does that mean?! ”

“Our normal way!” Harry said he didn't wait for his uncle to stop him, so he went down and said, "You know, just sending an owl, that's what wizards usually do. ”

Uncle Vernon seemed so annoyed, as if Harry had said a treacherous curse.

He trembled and swept at the window nervously, seemingly worried that the neighbor would put his ears on the glass window.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to mention these strange things in my house!” He bites his teeth and says, "You stand there in Penny and the clothes I gave you, but you don't know gratitude! ”

“Those clothes were given to me by Daryl when he left them on!” Harry coldly said.

He had had enough, and the impulse to leave the Desirees had re-emerged.

Looking at himself in this fat, fat sweatshirt, his anger soared.

Harry gasped coarsely and he was unwilling to bear it.

In the past, he was forced to follow every foolish precept of the Desirees, and now those days are gone.

He didn't follow Dudley's diet and didn't want Uncle Vernon to stop him from watching the Quidditch World Cup.

“My good friends Ivan, Ron, Hermione, all go back to the World Cup!” Harry took a deep breath and tried to speak in a calm voice.

“Ivan?!” Uncle Vernon's face has clearly become more red, like a ripe plum, “the Mason boy, I don't know, Mr. Mason such a good man, how can he tolerate his own son...”

The construction company that Mr. Mason runs is now Uncle Vernon's biggest business partner, and he doesn't want to offend each other.

Although he was negative about Ivan, he did not prevent Harry and Ivan from making contact.

Whatever this is, it's in his best interest, and it's the only place Harry can make a difference.

He had not known how many times he had talked to Mr. Mason about the topic and had promised Harry to take care of Ivan at school.

Uncle Vernon shook up, and since the Mason kid went to that stupid World Cup, Harry seemed to have to go too...

“Of course, if you don't let me go, can I go back to my house?!” Harry stabilized his emotions and went on to say, "I'm going to write to Sirius, you know, he's my godfather. ”

“Are you writing to him?” Uncle Vernon said, trying to keep his breath calm,

But Harry saw that his eyes suddenly shrunk because of fear.

Uncle Vernon remembers Sirius, the very dangerous escaped killer on TV.

Sirius wrote them a letter before the summer holidays began.

The letter warns them not to bully Harry, otherwise the consequences...

Seeing Uncle Vernon's expression, Harry knew he had succeeded, and he could leave immediately and return to the magic world.