hogwarts chef

Vernon Dursley has been in a bad mood lately, just like the weather that's been raining lately, and he's always in a bad mood.

The Dursleys, who lived at No. 4 Privet Drive, always said proudly that they were a very well-behaved family.Please, please, they never have anything to do with mysterious and weird things, because they don't believe in those evil ways at all.

In fact, the Dursley family has been like this for nearly 20 years. Except for that trivial matter 11 years ago, they basically have no worries.

But recently Vernon Dursley felt like his head was going to explode.That strange child and his parents actually had an organization. This cult organization actually found the address of his home accurately and said that he wanted his nephew to go to school in some bullshit place - Dursley would rather put the money in cash. Going into the sewers, or lighting up the Cuban cigars he just bought, would never be spent on such a ridiculous thing.

For a week, a whole week, these strange letters kept coming, and Dursley's mentality was close to collapse.He had moved his nephew from the cupboard on the side of the stairs to the bedroom - that was the bedroom where his own son slept, he swore to God.Are you good enough to him?

Unexpectedly, this group of people still refused to give up and seemed determined to deliver the letters to their nephew. The number of letters continued to increase every day.From the first one, two letters, to yesterday Friday, twelve letters had been stuffed through the cracks in the door and window of the room.

Dursley tore the letter into pieces in front of his nephew, who simply didn't go to work and stayed at home.After he burned all the letters, he found hammers and nails and nailed all the cracks in the front and back doors with wooden boards so that no one could get out.He hummed as he did it, startling at the slightest movement.

"Oh my God, Vernon, come on!"

Dursley was triumphantly sealing the last crack in the door and window, when he heard his wife's scream in the room.

"What's wrong, Petunia," he said happily as he walked back with a handful of nails in his mouth, "I have nailed all the gaps. There is absolutely no way that weird child will go out and post anything boring to himself again." Letters to scare—"

Dursley stopped abruptly mid-sentence. He saw his wife holding the two dozen eggs that the milkman had just delivered this morning. Petunia Dursley had unpacked them and hid under each egg. A letter rolled into a roll.

The letters were originally small, but once the eggs were picked up, they would quickly jump up, grow in size, and even unfold by themselves. The fonts written in emerald green ink on them were so dazzling.

"It's them again, it's them again -" Dursley angrily picked up the two dozen eggs and was about to throw them into the flames of the fireplace. He really couldn't bear letters from such strange people.

"Wait a minute, Vernon, there is a letter for you!" The woman was more attentive. When Vernon picked up the egg box, Petunia caught a glimpse of black among a string of emerald greens from the corner of her eyes.

"Well... you're right, there really is a letter from me." Vernon was stunned for a moment, then looked down, and sure enough there was a letter written in black with a pen tip pattern that he had never seen before. The words "Vernon Dursley" were written on it.

Vernon didn't know what this felt like, but he was sure that as soon as he saw these words, he couldn't help but be immersed in them. Every stroke of the letter made him feel so happy. It was a kind of - Beautiful, any adjective loses its meaning in front of such a font. Only a dry word "beautiful" can barely express the impact of this font on people.

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sp; "This word is much prettier than those letters!" Vernon said involuntarily. In addition to sincere praise, he also felt that as long as it was a letter to himself and not to his nephew, even if it was two dog paw prints Even better than the handwriting written in emerald green ink.

But Vernon felt vaguely uncomfortable. The English letters he was used to seeing looked awkward, and it seemed that such beautiful strokes written in square fonts were more beautiful.Then he shook his head again, how could there be square fonts in the world?Maybe he was driven crazy by the constant incoming letters.

Vernon opened the letter and a piece of paper fell out.

"Oh, oh, my God, is today a lucky day, Petunia?" Vernon murmured to his wife next to him, looking at the piece of paper falling on the ground with dizziness.

Petunia lowered her head to pick up the piece of paper and exclaimed: That was a check for five thousand pounds, which was equivalent to Vernon's commission from several business deals.

"It's probably an early Christmas gift." Vernon opened the letter inside with a smile and said, "Let me see what Santa Claus wrote to me. Does he want me to be the CEO?"

"Vernon Dursley, for the sake of five thousand pounds, read this letter to the end."

"The writing is really interesting, as if someone would tear it up." Vernon laughed dumbly, "The letter to me is not from some weird organization, it must be a normal letter."

But Petunia covered her mouth, her light green eyes filled with panic, and whispered: "Vernon, this letter was sent with the egg."

Vernon's face suddenly turned green.

This shows that this letter is not a normal letter at all. Who of his friends would try to hide the letter under a pile of eggs, or send it with the hearts of a group of people playing dirty tricks?

But the sentence in the letter clearly captured Vernon's weakness, for five thousand pounds' sake.

Vernon continued reading, "I am Professor Zhang Heyang of Hogwarts. Whether you believe it or not, you can't stop Harry Potter from going to school, and running away with your family can't stop me from finding you. For everyone's sake, save some effort." , it would be better for us to talk things at your house. Decent people should have a decent way of talking. I will come to visit at three o'clock in the afternoon and bring another five thousand pounds."

The signature was three square characters that appeared to be impossible for Vernon to exist - let's call these three patterns characters.

Vernon and Petunia looked at each other.

"Ignore him, Vernon." Petunia spoke first. "Who knows what those people might do—what tricks?"

"But this is ten thousand pounds." Vernon scratched his hair, which had become messy due to panic in the past few days. "Who would refuse such a thing in exchange for getting ten thousand pounds away from a trouble?"

At the same time, in a cafe in the block next to Privet Drive, Zhang Heyang was waving his wand lazily, directing the cup and plate to bring the coffee to him.

"I want to know, what letter did you write to Dursley, Professor Zhang?" asked Hagrid, who had two sections of the sofa armrests collapsed and forced three single sofas to fit into one seat that could accommodate him. road.

"Analyze the situation and tell that fool to stop resisting." Zhang Heyang said casually, "Dumbledore's method won't work at all. I don't want to chase him to the beach. Problems that can be solved with money are not problems at all, because I My problem of having no money has been solved.”