Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Indeed, when Harry mentioned Sirius, Uncle Vernon's eyes suddenly shrunk in fear.

“Well, you can go watch this damn, stupid, so-called World Cup. You write to the Navisles, they pick you up, remember. I don't have time to send you. You can stay there and spend the whole summer.” Uncle Vernon said, "You can tell your godfather you're going. By the way, write a letter to the Mason kid and tell them that I support your contact with him. ”

“I know!” Harry said gladly.

He turned to the living room door and restrained the urge to cheer.

Outside the hall, he almost ran into Dudley.

Dulley was just hiding behind the door, apparently hoping to hear Harry's lesson.

He was stunned to see Harry grinning and smiling.

“What a wonderful breakfast, isn't it?” Harry asked, "I ate so much. How about you? ”

Harry scoffed at the frightened look on Dulley's face, rushing up the stairs three steps at a time and two steps into his bedroom.

Hedwig was waiting for him with Ivan's letter.

On the roof is a little owl, Ron's little pig, flying around the ceiling tube.

After sending Evan the letter, he followed Hedwig to Harry with another letter from Ron.

“Be quiet!” Harry said.

Seeing him, the owl immediately dived down and chirped in his mouth.

Harry first looked at the letter from the piglet, very grassy, exactly Ron's handwriting.

Whether Muggles wants it or not, we're here to pick you up, and you can't miss the World Cup, but Mom and Dad think it's best to pretend to ask their opinion first. If they agree, send the piglets back and we'll pick you up at 5: 00 on Sunday.

“Friday afternoon!” Harry looked at the next calendar, exactly tomorrow.

Hedwig gently landed next to Harry as the piglets swept around.

It seems to be to show the piglet what a real owl messenger should do, and it behaves remarkably steadily.

Hedwig stretched out his leg so Harry could untie Ivan's reply.

It then gently pecked Harry and roared in a noble manner, flying back into his cage.

Ivan's words are beautiful, and it first explains the dream and suggests that Harry practice brain closure.

And then they say, they're coming to Desiree's tomorrow afternoon, and they're leaving with Harry for an ugly place.

Harry didn't know what a brain closure was, and he looked strangely at Ivan's suggestion.

“Every night before bed, empty your brain?!” Harry perplexed.

He looked at Evan's letter again and made sure he read it correctly!

“Empty your own brain?!” Harry doesn't see how that helps.

He then noticed that Ivan and Hermione were coming tomorrow afternoon.

Harry decided not to think about that strange dream and Ivan's strange suggestion for the time being, and great joy was still going on.

All he had to do was put up with the Dursley family for another day before he could leave the house.

Maybe it's his last time back here.

By the time Sirius recovers, he will be able to move over and live together, forever free of the Desirees.

Harry smiled silly, picking up a quill, grabbing a clean parchment, and he wrote on it: Ron, I have nothing wrong here, Muggle said I could come. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon at 5: 00. I can't wait.

He folded the letter very, very small, and the little owl jumped up and down excitedly.

Harry took a lot of effort to tie the letter to his leg, and as soon as the letter was tied, the owl left.

It flew out of the window and vanished in a blink of an eye.

At the same time, Harry wrote another letter to Ivan and Hermione, similar in content, indicating that the day would come.

“Hedwig, please go to Evan's house again!” Harrington for a moment, "and then go wait for me at Ron's, you understand? ”

Hedwig lowly screamed, lovingly lightly biting Harry's finger.

Then unfold the huge wings and gently whisper, gently flying out the open window.

Harry watched it disappear in the air, turned around and drilled under the bed, prying open the loose floor and pulling out a large piece of cake.

He sat on the floor with his butt full of joy as he ate it.

He had cake to eat, and Dalí had nothing but grapefruit.

It's a sunny summer, he's leaving Virgin Road tomorrow, his scars are back to normal, and he's going to finish Sirius and watch the Quidditch World Cup.

At a moment like this, Harry had a hard time explaining why things were bothering him, and even Voldemort could not destroy his joy.

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The next morning, Ivan and Hermione packed their bags early.

With the help of Dobby the Elvish, their things were quickly sent to Weasley's house.

Ivan and Hermione had intended to go to Desiree's house, but his father had to send them.

More than 2: 00 p.m., as at that dinner two years ago, Ivan's father's car sounded smoothly in front of Gate 4, Girl Jeong Road.

It looks exactly the same here, just a little more worn out.

“Here we are!” Ivan softly said.

“Is this Harry's aunt and uncle's house?!” Hermione asked curiously that she was new here.

Over the past few years, she has heard Harry say countless things about the Desirees' family.

Hermione knows exactly what kind of people they are and how they treat wizards.

She carefully measured the house and looked for Harry, but saw nothing.

Harry didn't come out, but the Desirees waited outside the door early.

They came out to greet Mr. Mason, and they looked kind of polite.

Mr. Desiree looked very strange in his best suit with a reluctant smile on his face.

Next to him was Aunt Harry Penny, who looked less friendly.

“Welcome, Mr. Mason!” Mr. Desiree said, unnaturally sweeping Ivan and Hermione, "It's an honor to see you again, come in for an afternoon cup of tea. ”

A few people were polite and walked in.

As Ivan remembered, the house was clean and the furniture was shiny.

However, Daley's toys and supplies have become more numerous, but there are still no traces of Harry's presence.

“Where's Harry?” Ivan asked.

More than two hours to go. They're early!

“Oh, he's upstairs in his own room!” Mr. Desiree said disgustingly, "You can go to him. ”

In his view, it was the worst thing to have three evil little wizards gather in his own house.

However, in Mr. Mason's face, he did not express that sentiment.