A month passed in a blink of an eye, and Harry was naturally blamed for the 'mysterious disappearance of glass incident' in the reptile pavilion. After all, there had been too many strange things happening around him since he was a child.
In fact, it can't be said that it's strange, it was Harry's fault in the first place.
For this reason, the Dursleys gave Harry the most severe punishment. They banned him from eating bacon for a week, deprived him of the right to drink soda, and only allowed him to eat fish and chips.
Harry looked sad and depressed.
In fact, fish and chips are not really that bad. They were quite delicious when I ate them for the first time.
but...
Penny will serve you this dish whenever you are too lazy to cook, and over time you will find it delicious.
The cod has been frozen for too long and has no texture at all. Combined with the dry French fries, this is definitely an unpalatable food.
As Harry recalled, he didn't feel happy that week.
One day in July.
Harry was helping Petunia clean up.
"Dursley, a letter from your family."
The postman's voice came outside the door, and then the mailbox clicked. The letters were not put into the mailbox at all, but were scattered on the doormat at the door.
Vernon was lying on the sofa reading the newspaper, and happened to see Dudley coming out of the shower after his morning exercise.
"Dudley, go get the letter."
"Okay." He walked to the door and took out the letters, three copies in total.
One was a postcard from Aunt Maggie, who was traveling abroad. One is a bill, which seems to be for electricity. There is also a letter addressed to Harry Potter.
The writing was in emerald green ink. No stamps affixed. On the other side of the envelope, there was a wax seal, a shield, and a capital "H" surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake.
'What is supposed to come will come. '
Dudley checked the mailbox carefully and made sure that his letter was not there. He felt an inexplicable loss in his heart.
He handed the bill and postcard to Vernon.
"Oh, dear. Maggie's sick," Vernon said to Petunia. "Eating the wrong snail..."
Then he opened the envelope with the bill and snorted in disgust. No one liked bills. Vernon looked at the last letter in Dudley's hand.
"Dudley, is that your letter? What a strange material, parchment? Who still uses this thing nowadays?"
"This is Harry's." Dudley waved the recipient column in front of Vernon.
As soon as these words came out, the house suddenly became extremely quiet, and you could hear a needle drop.
Vernon, Petunia and Harry all looked at Dudley, or rather at the letter in his hand.
'Who will send Harry a letter? '
Not only the Dursleys were confused by this question, but even Harry was confused.
'Yeah, who's going to send me a letter? '
Vernon snatched the letter from Dudley, opened it with one hand and read it.
Harry didn't mind, he just wanted to know what was written inside, so he followed it.
Vernon only read the first line, and his face turned from red to blue faster than a traffic light. In a matter of seconds, his face turned as gray as gray cereal.
"Pe...Pe...Penny, it's them!"
These few words seemed to use up all my strength.
Before Harry could read it clearly, the letter was in Petunia's hands again. Similarly, she only read the first line, then covered her forehead and looked like she was about to faint, then grabbed her throat and choked, as if she was about to lose her breath.
Harry was even more curious now. He had never seen his aunt with such an expression.
"Aunt Petunia, what does it say?"
Harry came over curiously, but Petunia put the letter away.
"This is not something a child should know."
Dudley could tell that Petunia was trying to control her emotions and not break down.
"Vernon and I have something to talk about. You two should go to the room on the second floor first."
"Okay, Auntie."
Harry acted like a good boy.
"Brother D, do you know what happened?" Harry asked Dudley curiously as soon as he entered the room.
Perhaps because he had been with Dudley for a long time, Harry was much more mature than he appeared.
He knew that instead of asking Petunia and Vernon, he would be better off asking his older cousin.
Dudley touched Harry's head and said in a tone of farewell, "Harry, maybe you can't go to the same middle school as me."
"Why?!" Harry raised his voice several times, then he realized something and asked eagerly: "Is it because of that letter?"
"Vernon..." Aunt Petunia said in a trembling voice outside the door, "What should we do, Vernon? Do we want to reply to the letter? Tell them that we don't want... It took a lot of effort to treat him as ours. child."
"Penny, I will never let them take anyone away. Didn't we swear when we brought him in to completely cut off all ties with those things?"
"..."
Dudley heard Petunia's sobs and Vernon's angry yells.
He had known for a long time that this day was coming, and thought that his parents had already prepared for it. However, when it actually came, his parents' reaction was greater than expected.
Because of a letter, the Dursleys are completely thrown into chaos.
Even the ignorant Harry knew that something big was about to happen, and his life might change as a result.
Petunia and Vernon ended up burning the letter, intending to ignore it, thinking that this would prevent what happened.
Dudley knew this was just the beginning.
Early the next morning, the alarm clock rang at six o'clock on time.
The day's plan begins in the morning. Dudley climbed out of bed and started his daily exercise.
First, do a simple warm-up to relax your body.
One-handed push-ups, dumbbells, tensioners...do it one by one.
When Dudley was about to finish his morning exercise, the postman arrived on time.
"Dursley, a letter from your family."
The same emerald green ink as always, another letter to Harry, but this time it wasn't one letter, but three.
Vernon came after hearing the news and tore the three letters into pieces in front of Harry.
Harry was expressionless and showed no reaction at all. He knew that this letter would separate him from Dudley, and he wanted to go to Smelting School with Dudley.
On this day Vernon nailed the mailbox shut.
Six letters on the third day...
Twelve letters on the fourth day...
Starting from the second day, and every other day, the number doubled.
Until Sunday.
"There won't be a postman on Sunday, and there won't be any damn letters," Vernon said happily.
As soon as he finished speaking, something fell from the kitchen chimney and hit him hard on the back of the head. Then countless letters shot out of the fireplace like bullets, filling the entire room in an instant.
Today it was no longer the postman delivering the mail, but owls, and there were owls everywhere outside the Dursleys' courtyard.
Looking at the pile of letters that filled the room, Dudley felt no emotion at all.
'It seems I'm destined to miss Hogwarts. '
Following Vernon's instructions, Dudley dropped the piles of letters into the burning fireplace.
In a daze, the corner of Dudley's eye glanced at a certain letter, and his heart suddenly jumped for no reason. Dudley quickly reached through the fireplace to retrieve the letter. Unfortunately, because the fire was too bright, by the time Dudley rescued it, Most of the letter had been burned, especially the recipient column in the upper left corner. Dudley could vaguely see that the name did not start with Harry's H, but a big D. .
'Is this my letter? ! '
