[HP] Dali's Bread

Frowning, Harry moved the tip of the quill from top to bottom across the page, looking for material to help him write his thesis entitled "A Discussion of the Absolutely Nonsensical Practice of Witch Burning in the Fourteenth Century" draft".

On the other hand, Dali was using the "Game Center" game console to play "Variety Series [-]". Perhaps she has a higher talent in games than magic.

Petunia rubbed the kitchen wall over and over again to restrain what she wanted to say.

Harry's quill settled on the beginning of a paragraph that seemed to be useful.He pushed up the round glasses on the bridge of his nose.

He read: In the Middle Ages, non-magical people were particularly afraid of magic, but they were not good at recognizing it.Occasionally they did catch a wizard or witch, but on such occasions the burning had little effect.A wizard or witch, while being burned, casts a basic spell that freezes the flames and screams in feigned pain while enjoying the mild tickle of the flames.The soothsayer Wendelin liked being burned very much, and had himself captured 47 times in various disguises.

"Don't read it, boy!" Vernon couldn't listen to any topics related to "magic" and "witchcraft", but his daughter and his nephew were both wizards.He tidied up the "Daily Mail" angrily and continued to read. Letting Harry write about these unusual assignments in the living room is already his biggest concession. You see, our little angel Dali never writes these things (Harry: I don't believe Slytherins have a charter pass and don't have to do homework).

But they would never allow Harry to put Hedwig in the living room. The pet cat at home can chase it and run around, and the ground is full of bird feathers, which is really unbearable!

A loud phone rang.

Dali rolled her eyes mournfully, obviously the phone call frightened her to lose the duel, she threw the handle on the sofa and got up to answer it.

"Hi, I'm Darley Dursley," she said gruffly.

"Hello?" A boy's voice came cautiously from over there.

"Well, yes. I'm Dally Dursley, who are you looking for?" Dally repeated.

"Hello? Hello—? Can you hear me?!"

Startled by the loud yelling, Dali held the phone receiver a full foot away from her ear and stared at it with an expression that was both furious and horrified.

"I can hear you, I can hear you! Who are you?!" Dali yelled back without showing any weakness. It seemed that her patience had run out.

"I'm Ron Weasley! I'm looking for Harry Potter! I'm a good friend from his school!" The conversation between Ron and Dali seemed to be separated by a huge football field, "Okay! Got it! Sly! Here comes Harry Potter!"

Dali gave him a look, beckoning him to come and answer the phone.Harry took the call, embarrassed by Vernon's knife.

"Tell Weasley to keep his voice down!" Darley turned to Petunia, who was craning her neck out the kitchen window, and said, "Okay Mom, no one will care!"

Petunia and Vernon claim to be serious people, and they will never associate with strange or weird people. Even if it is a phone call, what will the neighbors think if they hear it?They always make up ten thousand ideas about their neighbors. The neighbors who are talkative and restless restrict each other, and they are happy and happy on the surface. This is the Jinhui Community.

Vernon couldn't listen to the phone call, put away the newspaper, and was going to the garden to polish his new car.

As soon as he opened the door, he found a boy standing in front of him, Pierre Pokis, who was very unpleasant with evil eyes.He grinned when he saw Vernon.

"Hi, I'm here to find Dali, I'm his primary school classmate."

"I'm going to take her to mow the lawn and fix the garden."

Vernon replied angrily, "I can help uncle!"

Vernon immediately closed the door and remained silent for a few seconds. He didn't want to be given a bad impression by the neighbors. He glanced at Dali and motioned her to follow, then opened the door and said viciously to Pierre, "This is the last time!"

Then Dali spent an afternoon in the garden with Peel in pain, why not write "Discussion Paper on the Totally Pointless Witch Burning in the Fourteenth Century"!

"You're so different from when you were a kid, Dali," said Peel obsequiously.

Dali is indeed a lot different. She has lost weight, grown taller, and started to develop.The white dress of little daisies flutters slightly in the summer wind. Of course, Pierre does the chores. She only holds a watering can and dangles on the wood sorrel that her mother likes.But the afternoon was still too stuffy, and she had to tie her hair up high, but that didn't stop her back from being soaked in sweat.

Peel swallowed his mouth when he saw this scene, he couldn't imagine that his partner in elementary school who was as strong as a calf was so beautiful, even better than the Alice he liked in school, even the freckles on his face were so beautiful Smart.It's a pity that they don't go to school together anymore, and they don't usually see her.

"Where do you go to school now, Darley?"

Upon hearing this, Vernon, who was cleaning the car beside him, coughed hard and gave Dali a wink.

"Smelting Middle School, the education there is very good." Dali said casually.

"Oh, that's a really good school." He regretted that he didn't go there. "Then can you give me your phone number? I think we can get in touch more."

Before Dali could think of an excuse to refuse, Vernon came up and pulled Dali over, and pushed Pierre out: "Okay, okay, it's time for us to eat, I won't keep you here, go home and rest Now! Say hello to Mrs. Purkiss for me, and good-bye!"

"It's all your fault, boy! Dally can't even play with her little friends, you've screwed her up--kept her with that old stick all day! Don't hold those parchments in front of me today Wobble!" As soon as he entered the door, he vented his anger at Harry, who had just finished writing his thesis, and his swearing at Vernon usually went in one ear and out the other, so he packed his things and prepared to go upstairs.

"Father, it's none of Harry's business!" Dali frowned, "I don't want to play with Peel either—Harry, after I take a shower, I'll ask you to eat."

Harry has always been favored by Dali recently, he nodded in spite of his strangeness, and shut himself back to the room that used to be Dali's spare bedroom.

Petunia and Vernon look at each other, they think it's very likely that Harry at the freak school, or someone else (Petunia: like the one on the phone, he's weird!) put a curse on Dally.

In the next week, in addition to the "serious" life day after day, Dali's new clothes filled her closet again, and she also received a letter from Luna.

Dear Dali:

How are you doing recently?I don't know if I wrote the address correctly.Because this is the first time I've sent a letter to a Muggle house.I'm doing great, my dad and I look for moon frogs every night under the brightest moonlight, but we can't find them!I think there is no under the moon, it should be on the moon.

And, my dad was so happy I made friends, he said he wanted to give you a whole year of The Quibbler, which my dad was the editor in chief.You'll start receiving it when we start school, I hope you enjoy it.

Looking forward to your reply,

Luna Lovegood.

To be honest, more than half of Dali didn't understand what Luna was talking about, but she was still very happy and wrote back to Luna immediately. She borrowed Hedwig from Harry, but she has decided to buy one this year. Her own owl.

At twelve o'clock in the evening on July 30th, she secretly put a package of gifts at the door of Harry's bedroom. When she returned to her room, a brown and white owl landed on the window sill. It was Luna's reply, and after a closer look, it was the Hogwarts school opening notice.

Dali found that the letter was thicker than usual.She tore open the seal, pulled out the first parchment inside, and read.

Dear Miss Dursley:

Please note that the new school year will start on September [-]st.The Hogwarts Express will leave at eleven o'clock from King's Cross station at platform nine and four quarters.

This semester begins.Third Years are allowed to visit Hogsmeade on weekends.Please give the enclosed consent form to your parent or guardian to sign.Enclosed is the book list for the new school year.

Your loyal Vice-Chancellor,

Professor McGonagall.

While she was still thinking how great it was to be able to go to Hogsmeade, the delivery owl let out a dissatisfied cry, and she quickly fed it a few sips of water and took out some owl nuts before sending it away.

Dally had been watching TV for a while when Harry came down the next morning.The morning news wasn't anything to watch, but it was the new TV Vernon and Petunia had bought to celebrate her coming home, and the colors and sound were great.

When she saw Harry, she said happy birthday.Because of her words, the other two reluctantly muttered happy birthday.With a flattered look on his face, Harry replied with a thank you.He took another piece of toast and sat down to have breakfast with everyone.

"Thank you for the present," Harry said to Darley, who smiled happily.

"The public must be aware that Black is armed and extremely dangerous. A special hotline has been set up. Anyone who knows Black's whereabouts must report it immediately."

The newscaster on the television, the announcer was in the middle of a story about a fugitive criminal.

"Don't tell us he's up to no good," snorted Uncle Vernon, glaring at the prisoner over the top of the newspaper he was reading, "look at his goodness, his dirty look! Look at that hair! "

The man on the screen had a thin face surrounded by tangled hair that was a foot long.Darley thought Harry's hair could be called neat.

The newscaster was on the screen again.

"The Minister of Agriculture and Fisheries will announce today..."

"Go on!" snarled Uncle Vernon, staring furiously at the announcer. "You haven't told us where the madman escaped from? What's the use? The madman may be coming down this street." Already!"

Aunt Petunia turned suddenly and looked out the kitchen window intently.

"Mom, he won't come to this street! Don't look at it!" Sometimes Dali really thinks that her mother is the most nosy housewife in the world who watches people on this street every day. pleasure.

"When will they understand," said Vernon, pounding the table with his great purple fist, "that the only way for a man like this is to be hanged!"

"You're right," said Petunia, still squinting at the neighbor's runner beans.Uncle Vernon drained his teacup, glanced at his watch, and said, "I'd better go right away, Petunia, Maggie's train arrives at ten o'clock."

Dali switched the channel to the animation channel, and couldn't help jumping when she heard this sentence. Harry had also watched it with relish, but the two of them returned to reality in an unpleasant manner.

"Aunt Marge?" They would occasionally say in unison, "She, she's coming here, isn't she?"

Aunt Marge was Vernon's older sister, and Marge lived in the country with a large garden around the house where she kept pugs.She didn't come to Privet Drive very often, because she couldn't bear to part with her precious dogs, but each of her visits left Dally and Harry with terrible, vivid memories.

"Maggie is going to stay here for a week," Vernon said, "since we've talked about it," his fat face turned to the two children at home, and it was rare for Dali to be serious, "before I pick her up." , we need to make things clear."

"First, don't speak disrespectfully to Maggie."

"Secondly, Maggie doesn't know that you are abnormal—not that you are abnormal Dati, but...in short, you understand! So, when she is here, I don't want, don't see any About that matter. You must be obedient."

"There's a third point. We've already told Maggie that you went to the St. Bruce Security Center School for Delinquents. Dali is in Smelting, rehearse."

"Do you understand?"

The author has something to say:

I don't think it's an excessive chapter, I won't whitewash the Dursleys, but if their children are wizards, they have to face and try to accept these things.But not so fast, just like Harry, he couldn't accept Dali's overtures all at once.

The next few chapters are all about siblings getting along.

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