[HP] When the Sword Fairy traveled to Hogwarts

"Vernon," Aunt Petunia said in a trembling voice, "look at this address. How do they know where they are sleeping? They can't spy on our house, can they?"

"Surveillance, spying, and maybe following us." Uncle Vernon complained angrily, "And what happened to your sister who married to Asia? How come her children also received letters from that place? ?”

"I don't know," Aunt Petunia shook her head blankly, with disbelief on her face, "I haven't contacted her for a long time since she married far away. I originally thought that stinky girl was just an ordinary person, but I didn't expect that she It turned out to be..."

"Well, there's no point in talking about it now," Uncle Vernon interrupted.

"But what are we going to do, Vernon? Shall we reply? Tell them we don't want..."

Harry saw Uncle Vernon pacing back and forth in the kitchen irritably. After walking several times, he finally stood still with a stamp of his feet.

"No," he finally said, "no, we'll just ignore him. If they don't get a reply... yes, that's the best way... we'll just stand still..."

"But..." Before Aunt Petunia could ask, Uncle Vernon interrupted her again.

"Penny, I will never let any of them enter this house. Didn't we swear when we brought him in that we would stop this lurid nonsense? And the same goes for that stinky girl!"

That evening, Uncle Vernon came back from get off work and did something he had never done before. He went to the room to visit Harry and Bai Lu.

This was unusual because their room was at the far end of the second floor and he had never been here before.

"Where is my letter?" Harry asked as soon as Uncle Vernon squeezed through the door, "Who wrote it to me?"

"No one. I sent it to you because the address was wrong." Uncle Vernon said bluntly, "I have burned the letter."

"It's not wrong at all," Harry said angrily. "It also says which room I live in."

"Shut up!" Uncle Vernon roared, causing the ribbon roses on the table to shake slightly.

He took a few deep breaths and managed a smile, but it looked like a forced smile.

"I usually ignore you, so I thought I should take you out to play and buy you some things." Uncle Vernon said to them as gently as he could.

"No need," Harry said coldly, "Mr. Jones will take us there for these things. I just want my letter now!"

"Absolutely impossible!" Uncle Vernon's pretended kind face instantly shattered, and he said viciously: "I will never let you get that damn letter! Never!"

He said the harsh words and angrily slammed the door and left.

In the following time, Bai Lu saw how Harry and Uncle Vernon battled wits and courage for their trust.

Uncle Vernon was true to his word. In order to prevent them from getting the letter, he did everything he could to prevent them from getting the letter. He even lay down directly at the gate wrapped in a sleeping bag, which surprised them who wanted to get up early to get the letter.

Bai Lu did not dissuade Harry, but just acted with him silently, because she knew that Harry was a very persistent person, and he did not ask for help from her, but wanted to get what he expected on his own.

On Friday, Uncle Vernon didn't go to work either. Since he had nailed the mailbox yesterday, today's letters were stuffed through various cracks in the house. He was so angry that he nailed the front and back doors. , so no one can get out.

By Saturday, things were starting to spiral out of control.

Forty-eight letters addressed to Harry and Bai Lu found their way into the Dursleys' home. The letters were rolled into small rolls and hidden under two dozen eggs, and handed to Aunt Petunia through the living room window by the unsuspecting milkman.

Uncle Vernon angrily called the post office and the dairy to find someone to reason with. Aunt Petunia stuffed the forty-eight letters into the food grinder and crushed them.

"Who is so anxious to contact you?" Dudley asked Harry and Bai Lu in surprise.

Harry didn't answer. He also wanted to know, but first he had to get the letter.

Bai Lu knows, but she can't say it. She has now concluded a rule. She cannot reveal what will happen next in advance. When it happens, she can change the ending, but there is a price to pay.

Dudley, who was asking for trouble, curled his lips unhappily and went to play on his computer with a groan.

On Sunday morning, when Uncle Vernon sat down to breakfast, he looked tired and not looking well, but he was happy.

"There's no postman on Sunday," he reminded them cheerfully as he spread jam on the newspaper, "and no damn letters are coming today..."

As he was speaking, something whizzed down the kitchen chimney and hit him hard on the back of the head. Then fifty or sixty letters shot out of the fireplace like bullets.

After a chaotic struggle, Uncle Vernon finally broke out.

"I've had enough!" He tried to stay calm, but he pulled the beard off his face. "I want you all to come back here in five minutes and prepare to leave. We need to get out of here. Hurry and pack some clothes. No negotiation!"

He had pulled out half of his beard and looked so scary that no one dared to contradict him.

Ten minutes later, they struggled to open the wooden door, rushed out, got into their cars and sped off towards the road.

They kept driving forward. Even Aunt Petunia didn't dare ask where they were going. From time to time Uncle Vernon would make an emergency U-turn and drive back a short distance.

"Get rid of them...get rid of them..." he kept saying this every time he drove back. They didn't stop to eat or drink all day.

When night fell, Dudley, who was hungry and sleepy, burst into tears. He had never experienced anything as bad as today.

The car came to the outskirts of a big city, and Uncle Vernon finally stopped in front of a dark and gloomy hotel.

After spending the night in this dark, dank hotel, they were eating breakfast the next day when, no doubt, another letter arrived, this time more letters, two hundred in total.

Uncle Vernon was so angry that his face turned green. He spent a lot of effort to process the letter, and then drove them away like crazy until he found a small wooden house on a rock in the sea.

Finally, he took them rowing up to the reef and arrived at the dilapidated wooden house. Bai Lu was a little worried about whether it could hold on under the storm.

After a simple meal of potato chips and bananas, the expected storm hit them from all directions. The raging wind made several dirty windows bang.

Aunt Petunia found some moldy quilts from another room and made a bed for Dudley on the moth-eaten sofa. She and Uncle Vernon went to sleep next door on a lumpy bed.

Bai Lu took Harry to find a floor that was not too uncomfortable and sat down. She gave Harry most of the quilt and pinched it so that he would not get too cold. After all, the quilt was thin and torn.

Bai Lu took out the bananas and potato chips hidden during dinner and handed them to Harry.

Harry's eyes lit up, but he still waved his hand and said, "Lu, eat quickly, I'm not hungry." After saying that, he forcibly looked away from the food and hugged his knees with his hands to relieve the burning pain in his stomach. pain.

Bai Lu sighed and touched the bracelet on her hand. She now missed the days when she could open the storage bracelet at any time.

If it could be used, there would be no need to watch Harry starve. Although there was little, it was better than nothing.

Bai Lu put the food into Harry's hand and said confidently: "Have you forgotten that I don't have to eat? I'm a little fairy, and fairies drink dew..." As she spoke, Bai Lu couldn't help but laugh. stand up.

"But……"

"No buts," Bai Lu forcefully interrupted Harry and put her hand on his still cold face, "Look, I'm in good health. Unlike you, if I don't eat anymore, I'm afraid you will faint from hunger. ."

The girl's hand was unusually soft, with a fragrance that was unique to her. The steady stream of heat was transferred to Harry's face along with her hand. He felt his face was hot for no reason, so he quickly pulled her hand away and tried to hide it. immersed himself in hard work.

After Harry finished eating, Bai Lu took out a small object from her pocket and put it in Harry's hand.

With the flash of lightning, Harry saw clearly what was in his hand. It was a pendant, the color of which was very similar to the color of his eyes, with a vivid monkey carved on it.

This was made by her own hands, Harry was sure, because he saw her doing something mysterious more than once, and he guessed that it might be a gift for him.

"Do you like it?" Bai Lu's laughing voice sounded in his ears.

Harry couldn't wait to hang up the pendant and nodded quickly. Then, fearing that Bai Lu wouldn't see it, he nodded even louder and replied, "I like it. This is the best gift I've ever received!"

Bai Lu touched his head and said, "Happy birthday, Harry."

Harry looked at her pair of green eyes that were exactly the same as his, and his heart felt as warm as soaking in a hot spring. Only she would always remember his birthday, make him birthday gifts with her own hands, and stay with him no matter what.

His nose felt sore and he almost cried.

Just when he was about to say something, suddenly the whole hut was shaken and someone pounded on the door to come in.