days at Hogwarts

At No. 4 Privet Drive, the Dursleys' breakfast was juicy grapefruit. The four of them shared a serving of grapefruit, about a quarter of the portion for each person, along with fried eggs and milk.

Breakfast was brought to the table. Dudley stuffed a quarter of the grapefruit into his mouth in one gulp, chewed twice to squeeze out the juice and then swallowed it. Then he swallowed the omelette in one gulp, and the breakfast was finished. Dudley clicked his lips and looked eagerly at Harry's portion.

Harry slowly cut the grapefruit with a knife and fork, acting reservedly like a gentleman. He picked up a piece and put it into his mouth. The fruity juice burst out in his mouth. The condiment was Dudley's ferocious expression.

Well, this slightly sweet and pantothenic pulp is actually pretty good, nutritious and healthy.

What will you use to make real breakfast when you go back upstairs later?

Harry was happily worrying about this problem. There were also birthday cakes sent by Mrs. Weasley and Hagrid, sugar-free snacks sent by Loren and Hermione, and convenience store food sent by Sirius...

Aunt Petunia glared at Dudley sternly, and Uncle Vernon took a mouthful of bland grapefruit and sighed heavily, making his unkempt beard tremble.

The doorbell rang, and Uncle Vernon stood up from his chair with difficulty and walked toward the hall, shouting dissatisfiedly: "Who, I won't buy anything you are selling..."

Dudley's eyes moved rapidly, showing a cleverness that was completely unmatched by him. Taking advantage of Aunt Petunia's care of the kettle, he reached out and took out Uncle Vernon's remaining portion of grapefruit and kettle. The omelette was stolen.

Harry was amazed that such a fat body could be so flexible.

There was a sound of voices at the door, someone laughing, Uncle Vernon said something in a few words, his tone sounded a little annoyed, then the front door closed, Uncle Vernon came over angrily, pointed at Harry and shouted:

"You! Okay... Okay!"

A few years ago, Harry might have been frightened by his angry and red face, but not now. He looked at the fat man in front of him who was inexplicably violent and angry, and his heart was as calm as the surface of a black lake, with only a slight glow. ripples.

"What?" Harry looked politely confused.

"Look at this!" Uncle Vernon shouted angrily, waving a strange envelope at Harry.

The envelope was covered with stamps everywhere, leaving only a small one-inch square area on the front. The person who wrote the letter densely filled in the Dursleys' address in tiny characters.

Harry tried his best not to laugh out loud. The only person who could send a letter in such an unusual way was probably his good friend Ron.

After taking the strange letter and opening it, Harry was a little surprised when he saw the letterhead on the writing paper: "This is for you, Uncle Vernon."

Uncle Vernon glared at Harry angrily, grabbed the letter and read it out loud -

[Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley:

We've never met, but we're sure you've heard a lot about my son Ron from Harry.

Perhaps Harry has told you that the Quidditch World Cup will be held on Monday night in two weeks' time, and my husband Arthur has got some of the best tickets through his connections in the Department of Magical Games and Sports.

I really hope you will allow Harry to go to watch the game... We would love to invite Harry to our home until the game starts, stay there until the end of the summer vacation after watching the game, and send him back to school safely by train.

Hope to see Harry soon.

Yours faithfully

Molly Weasley

Also: I hope we put enough stamps on it]

Harry remembered what Mr. Weasley said when we parted at King's Cross Station: "... Bates has already taught me, just put the stamp on and stuff it into the mailbox. It's very simple..."

It seems that Mr. Weasley did not fully learn it, and Mrs. Weasley also learned the wrong method.

"It seems that she has indeed put enough stamps on it." Harry tried his best to sound calmer, although at this moment his heart felt as if he was soaked in the sweet juice of grapefruit, full of joy.

Uncle Vernon's eyes almost burst out with fire, and one word after another popped out from his teeth: "No matter what method you use, tell them not to contact us in these weird ways again!"

Harry knew that they were both particularly sensitive to things that were slightly out of the norm, and their biggest concern was that someone would discover that they were connected to someone like Mrs. Weasley, no matter how distant the connection. Because of this concern, Harry lived in a storage room under the stairs for ten years.

Were they trying to hide their tracks, or were they enjoying the pleasure of abusing him... Harry couldn't think of an answer, and he didn't want to know the answer.

"Okay, Uncle Vernon." Harry agreed simply, blinking at him, "So...can I go?"

"Go! Of course!" Vernon shouted angrily, "I wish this weird guy could stay in our house for a few days longer!"

"Thank you, uncle. May Merlin bless you!"

Harry said this deliberately. Seeing Uncle Vernon's big purple face twitching slightly and his expression becoming even more ugly, he turned around with a smile, walked briskly upstairs, and gave Mrs. Weasley the wizard's way. Sent a reply.

When he returned to his bedroom, Hedwig had returned, accompanied by a very small owl, like a gray tennis ball, with an envelope in its small beak.

That was Ron's owl. He came with the old postman Errol on his birthday and delivered a congratulatory letter from Ginny.

Harry took the letter and saw at a glance that it was Ron's handwriting on the cover page, and inside was a hastily written message:

[Harry, I wonder if the Muggles in your family have received your mother's letter. Things have changed a little. Bill met Loren and Hermione at Gringotts. My mother plans to visit their home tomorrow and drop by after the invitation. Pick you up at your home...

Yes, we're coming to get you whether your Muggle relatives want it or not, but Mum and Dad thought it best to pretend to ask their advice first. If they agree, please send Piggy a reply as soon as possible, and we will pick you up at five o'clock tomorrow afternoon. If they object, please send Xiaozhu a reply as soon as possible. We will come to pick you up at five o'clock tomorrow afternoon.

We should be with Loren and Hermione. Percy works in the Department of International Cooperation on Magical Affairs. When you meet, don't mention anything related to the 'foreign' International Federation of Wizards' unless you want to be annoyed by him.

See you tomorrow.

Ron]

There was the sound of a car starting downstairs. Uncle Vernon must have gone to work. He would tell them the news when he came back in the evening... Harry grinned.

After writing the reply, Harry asked the owl named Piggy to send it back. Harry watched it fly out of the window and disappear into the sky. He stood up from the desk and lay on his back on the bed. He took out a piece of birthday cake sent by Hagrid and ate it. .

Mouth full of sweetness.

……

While folding up a pair of black-on-white-striped trousers, Hermione scolded in disgust: "Look at the pile of things in your pendant. Those who know it are the Philosopher's Stone, but those who don't know it think it's garbage!"

For little wizards who have storage containers, packing is a very simple task. There is no need to worry about whether it is necessary to carry such heavy and bulky things. As long as you feel that they can be used, just throw them into the storage hanger. Just fall in.