days at Hogwarts

Far across the Atlantic Ocean, the boy named Harry Potter suddenly woke up from his dream.

Harry lay upright on the bed, breathing heavily. The lightning-shaped scar on his forehead was burning with pain, as if the flames in his dream were burning on the wound. He had to put his hand on the wound to relieve the penetration. Searing pain in skull.

After a few minutes, the burning sensation from the scar subsided a little. Harry slowly recovered and breathed a sigh of relief. He reached out to the bedside table with one hand and put on his glasses. The scenery in the bedroom slowly became clearer and outside the window. The light from the street lamp filtered through the curtains, casting a hazy orange-red soft light over the bedroom.

Turning on the desk lamp next to him, he got out of bed. Harry came to the closet mirror and looked carefully at the fourteen-year-old boy in the mirror. Under the messy black hair, there was nothing unusual about the scar on his forehead, but the excruciating pain reminded him of it. The extraordinary dream he just had.

This was not the first time that Harry dreamed of Voldemort, and he also learned from Dumbledore that this unique scar gave him a unique connection with Voldemort, and his dream confirmed what happened in reality.

What is Voldemort planning?

Harry frowned, concentrated, and tried his best to recall the scene in his dream. Everything was so vivid and impressive...

The boy's figure in the mirror in front of him gradually blurred, and a dim room began to vaguely appear... a room in a magic school on the top of a mountain. A cloud of irregular black and gray smoke floated in the room, and a man with a cruel expression stood next to him. Strong woman.

Harry had seen her in the newspapers, Bellatrix Lestrange.

They were cursing Dumbledore, cursing MACUSA... Finally, they discussed the real resurrection, and the key to resurrection lies in one person... that is - Harry Potter!

What did Dumbledore do to anger them?

What do they want to do to themselves?

What are they planning?

Harry closed his eyes tightly, trying to extract more information about their conversation from his mind, but all that was left was a blank. The dream was like water. The more he tried desperately to hold the water with his hands, the more he became confused. The harder he tried to grasp the details, the faster they slipped through his fingers.

When the pain from the scar on his forehead completely subsided and the image of the dream was completely blurred, Harry could no longer dig out any details, and even his sleepiness completely dissipated. He raised his face from his hands and looked blankly at the mirror. The fourteen-year-old boy looked at the reflections of various objects in the room in the mirror.

There is an empty birdcage on the brand new desk. Hedwig usually lives in it, but more often, it flaps its wings freely outside and only comes back when it rains or when it is tired from playing. Harry thought to himself that it would be the same for him, the Dursley's house was filled with an uncomfortable smell.

There was an open book scattered on the floor beside the bed. The pictures on the pages were scenes from the Cannonball team's past games. The name was "Flying with the Cannonball Team". Some people said that the pictures in the book had been edited and beautified, but Harry felt that they had not. Because in many pages of pictures, the scenes of players from both sides fighting together have been recorded in detail.

Picking up the book and placing it on the desk, Harry walked to the window, opened the curtains and looked at the street below.

The street lights were weak, the road was deserted, and there was not a single living thing in sight, not even the shadow of a kitten.

Could Voldemort be lurking on Privet Drive?

A ridiculous idea popped into Harry's mind, and he even laughed at the idea. He sat down at the desk and looked at the calendar on the desk. It was already late July, and his birthday was approaching. .

What gifts will his three best friends give him? And how long will it be until the Quidditch World Cup that he mentioned before the holidays?

With such expectations, Harry's heavy mind slowly relaxed. He took out the parchment and began to write a letter to Dumbledore and his friends.

"..."

There was a scary sound of snoring coming from Dudley's cousin's room next door.

When the dark blue sky slowly turned into grayish white, some cool dawn breeze blew into the window and dried the ink on the letter paper.

The sun rose, the bedroom walls were illuminated golden, and there was movement in Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia's rooms. Harry put away the inkwell and quill on the table and read the four letters in front of him again.

He narrated the content of the dream to everyone, hoping that Dumbledore could tell him how to anger Voldemort, hoping that Ron, whose father and brother worked in the Ministry of Magic, could reveal some inside information, hoping that the mysterious Loren and the clever What could Hermione tell him.

If Loren and Hermione's home phones hadn't been blocked, their communication might have been faster and more convenient.

Harry was thinking this and suddenly had a doubt: "Is it enough for Loren and Hermione to just write a letter?"

……

The Dursleys' breakfast consisted of unsweetened grapefruit and milk. Not only Uncle Vernon, but also Harry had some difficulty eating it.

This painful life began after my cousin Dudley came home during the summer vacation and brought back the final report card and the teacher's comments. Ignoring the unsightly grades and comments about Dudley bullying his classmates, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia noticed the last sentence: There were no more pants in the school clothing store that Dudley could fit into.

Aunt Petunia said that Dudley was just a big-boned boy, and that being overweight was just a temporary obesity caused by adolescence. He was still in the growth and development stage, so he needed plenty of food and nutrition.

Despite this, the weight loss recipes sent by the Smelting school nurse were still posted on the refrigerator. They did not include any of Dudley's favorite foods, such as soda drinks, cakes, chocolate candies, and hamburger steaks. There were only fruits, vegetables, and some... What Uncle Vernon called "junk food."

In order to make Dudley feel better, Aunt Petunia insisted that the whole family follow that recipe. After a few days, the whole family turned green, especially Dudley and Vernon, the two heavier ones. Anyway, Harry felt They all spoke much quieter.

Fortunately, they didn't know that Harry's scale ornaments contained secrets, including delicacies brought from Honeydukes Candy Shop and Hogwarts kitchens. Although there were not many left, they should be able to survive. this summer holiday.

Harry looked forward to going back upstairs to a real breakfast, eating the grapefruit in silence without the sweetness.

In fact, he could occasionally smell the aroma of food coming from his cousin Dudley's bedroom at night, including donuts, cold bread, and even tasteless finger biscuits... In short, his uncle and aunt's weight loss plan was probably going to fail.

Uncle Vernon put down the newspaper and saw the small grapefruit on the plate. He looked at Aunt Petunia angrily, but was stared back with stern eyes. He looked at Dudley, who had finished his breakfast in a few bites, and the chairs at the dining table. Dudley could barely hold him up, and his tire-like flesh was hanging on the chair. Then he looked at Harry, who was eating silently.

Uncle Vernon sighed heavily, making his shaggy beard twitch, and picked up the spoon.

People can deceive others, but they cannot deceive themselves.

In order for Dudley to have pants to wear when he returns to Mestin next semester, he can only endure it.

Harry finished eating the grapefruit and stood up slowly: "I'm done eating. I'm going back to my room."