The last day of July.
Today's weather continues the high temperature of the past half month and reaches its peak today.
The scorching heat made the delicate raspberries in the garden in front of No. 4 Privet Drive droop their heads listlessly, and even the green grass on the lawn was glowing with burnt yellow. The road outside the garden was as clean as ever, but no one suddenly appeared in the air that was slightly distorted by the high temperature.
Although he didn't look in the mirror, Harry felt that his current energy must be similar to that of the flowers in the Dursley's garden.
This was not only because the too bright sun kept him awake before six o'clock in the morning, but there was also a reason that was difficult for him to say, and that was - today was his birthday.
In the eleven years of his life before entering Hogwarts, this special day had no real meaning to him, because the Dursleys would not celebrate it at all for him. In fact, in order to make him feel uncomfortable, they might even I will arrange more housework for him during this day.
In the past three years after entering Hogwarts, birthdays finally had some practical meaning. Ron, Hermione and Hagrid could all remember this day and prepare something carefully for him. In fact, this year's birthday cake and gifts had been delivered long ago and were hidden under a loose floorboard in the room.
This year's situation is even more special, because in the first half of this year, one thing he has dreamed of for fourteen years finally came true, that is, having a real family.
Just a few days ago, Sirius, who had been missing for more than half a month, finally got a reply. In a reply he sent to himself, he said that he would rush to Privet Drive before the last day of July and remove him from this house. Pick it up inside.
Ever since he received this letter, Harry had been looking forward to this event, and every moment he stopped dreaming about celebrating his fourteenth birthday with Sirius and the Weasley family. But what was disappointing was that until Today, Sirius showed no signs of appearing.
Although he emotionally believed that his godfather would not break his promise, the fact was that Harry was still a little discouraged.
The hour hand of the alarm clock placed by the bedside has pointed to the position between eleven and twelve o'clock, and it is now lunch time.
Uncle Vernon didn't stand in the dining room with a rough voice and yell at him to get off and eat, but Harry was sure that if he didn't go downstairs in another ten minutes, Aunt Petunia would be carrying a lunch , walked to the door of his room with cat-like steps, knocked on the door, and left in a hurry.
call--
After looking at the messy room, Harry sighed, and then walked out of the room with slow steps.
If his godfather was being held back by something difficult, at least he didn't want to remain invisible and mute for the rest of his time in the house.
When Harry came down the stairs, the three Dursleys were already gathered here.
Uncle Vernon's big red face was hidden behind the morning's copy of the Daily Mail. Petunia was distributing lunch to the family members at the dining table. She placed half of the bacon and sausages on Harry's plate. On an exclusive plate (originally there was no such rule, but since the beginning of summer vacation this year, Harry has his own exclusive plate).
Two-thirds of the remaining half was placed on a separate plate, and the remaining third was evenly divided between two plates.
At the dining table, Dudley, who had been staring longingly at the portion assigned by Aunt Petunia, obviously knew which portion was his. His face was sullen and angry, and he seemed to take up more space than usual.
"That's not fair!"
When Aunt Petunia was about to put the food on the table, Dudley, who had no chance of making a comeback if he didn't resist, finally shouted,
"You give him the most every time!"
"Oh, dear little darling--"
Aunt Petunia's pouted lips trembled,
"It's not because we have discussed this issue. The school nurse believes that you should properly control your nutritional intake."
This reason has been mentioned many times, but it cannot convince Dudley at all. He shouted angrily,
"But that freak can't finish it!"
Aunt Petunia was shedding her tears again, having lost almost no idea how much hair she had lost over the summer over Dudley's new recipe and the unpopular boy in the house. But no matter what, the problem has to be faced. When Aunt Petunia clutched her chest and tried to persuade Dudley, she turned around and saw Harry who was silent at the door of the restaurant.
Aunt Petunia's stiff expression was immediately caught by Dudley. His little eyes were flashing with confusion. Turning around seemed to be a particularly strenuous task for a person of his size. He hesitated for a long time. He turned around smoothly, and then, the arrogance on his face immediately disappeared, and Harry could see the fear in Dudley's heart from his crowded features.
how to say?
Although he was troubled by his situation with the Dursleys, Harry had to admit that the expressions on Dudley and Aunt Petunia's faces were quite interesting. It seemed that the 'murderer' Sirius was his godfather. It terrified the Dursleys.
"I think Dudley's right-"
Harry shrugged helplessly and pointed at his plate on the kitchen counter.
"The food was really too much for me."
Harry's sudden voice almost made Uncle Vernon fall out of his chair. He finally put down the Daily Mail, his messy beard trembling.
Harry's long experience made Harry hold his breath subconsciously, because he expected that Uncle Vernon would yell at his sudden appearance. Uncle Vernon did look furious, but
Nothing happened, and the small dispute in the kitchen was quickly resolved with the tacit understanding of the Dursleys. Aunt Petunia quickly put the food on the table. Dudley no longer lost his temper. He lowered his head and ate carefully over his portion of sausage. Uncle Vernon, on the other hand, whispered softly, "What's it like?" After that, he also picked up the knife and fork to deal with his own food. They began to ignore him again.
Since this summer vacation, the urge that often comes from my heart has appeared again.
Harry's face was livid, he was clenching his teeth and gasping for breath, desperately resisting the temptation to take out his wand and give Dudley a pig's tail and make Aunt Petunia grow an antenna on his forehead.
And at this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang.
Uncle Vernon didn't yell, 'Open the door, boy! ’, but he stood up from the chair with difficulty and walked towards the foyer.
No matter what, Harry couldn't let the evil thoughts that emerged in his heart really turn into reality, but if he continued to stay here, the Ministry of Magic would probably have to send him a warning again because of the underage wizard's use of magic. He glanced at the food assigned to him on the kitchen table, and did not go over to take it. Instead, he turned and walked directly to the stairs. But just when he stepped on the stairs with one foot, a sudden burst of surprise broke out in the foyer. Roar of fear and anger!
It's Uncle Vernon!
The sudden roar stunned Dudley and Aunt Petunia in the kitchen, but Harry immediately came to his senses after a brief period of shock.
Professor Blaine's physical education class made Harry many times more agile than before. His right hand gently placed on the armrest and turned over with a little force. Before he could rush to the hall, Uncle Vernon looked horrified. But like an out-of-control bull, it crashed over.
"Hide quickly, Petunia, Dudley, it's the murderer!"
The open door let in the blazing midday sun, and two human figures stood in the gorgeous light.
Harry's heart was beating wildly. Amidst the horrified screams of Aunt Petunia and Dudley that followed, Harry walked step by step towards the hall as if he was being shocked. When his eyes finally adapted to the blazing light, the two people standing there The face finally became clear in the light and shadow,
"Sirius, Professor Lupin!"
I'd like to apologize to you all, but I have some problems at work. I've been wiping my butt off for the past two days, so the progress will be a bit slow.
(End of chapter)
