A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

When Harry showed up in the kitchen, none of the Dursleys looked at him or mentioned his birthday, which was exactly what Harry wanted, he didn't want Uncle Finon's smelly socks at all, that One bad birthday present is enough.

Uncle Fenon was reading the paper, Aunt Petunia was cutting a dry grapefruit, and Cousin Dudley—who had slumped the fat from his arm on the table, his face sulking.

Since Dudley came back with a humiliating report card and fat, his good days were over, and he could still struggle a little bit, and Aunt Petunia would have just shed a few tears. Tears followed empathetically, then quickly compromised, agreeing to all Dudley's conditions.

This is his forte. However, below the transcript are a few words carefully filled in by the nurse at Smelting School, which gently reminded the two parents that if Dudley continued to gain weight, it would affect his health, and the school's clothing library was no longer suitable for him. size clothes.

The nurse also kindly attached a weight loss recipe. At Aunt Petunia's insistence, in order to take care of Dudley's emotions, the whole family had to follow this new diet together. The effect was obvious. The chin was a little smaller, which made his beard look flowing and fluffy.

But Harry didn't care at all, even before he got his birthday present, he'd go to Sirius to make up a breakfast. Now he couldn't wait to imagine where Sirius would take him to play. Sirius had recently bought a motorcycle, and he saw a trace of Hagrid in the obsessive eyes of his godfather.

"Grapefruit again!"

Dudley said angrily that he had inherited Uncle Fernon's small eyes perfectly, as well as his stature.

Harry thought cheerfully, sniffing the tasteless stuff on his plate, and couldn't help burping, just now he'd eaten two big custard cakes, and now he's a little stretched.

"Honey?" Aunt Petunia said patiently. "We agreed to follow the weight loss recipe sent by the school nurse—"

But Dudley didn't listen at all, and he finished his portion in two bites, staring at Harry's plate with small eyes, even though the grapefruit was much smaller than his own. Then his eyes fell on Harry's lips, where there were suspicious traces of food.

"He hid the food," Dudley said affirmatively, extending his carrot-like fingers.

Harry wiped his mouth hastily, realizing he was careless after touching the sticky cream.

"What?" asked Aunt Petunia, puzzled.

However, Dudley stared at Harry greedily, as if he was a piece of cream cake or something, and Harry had a shadow in his heart, he was faced with a difficult choice, if Dudley really wanted to take his cake, Is he going to threaten him with his wand?

'There's no Sirius here, no spare wand, and no excuses. If magic is used, the Ministry of Magic will directly locate itself...'

At this moment, a loud horn sounded outside the door, followed by the roar of the motorcycle idling, Uncle Fennong suddenly exploded, and he shouted angrily: "It's that damn murderer, scum... He just Can't you be quiet!"

Aunt Petunia looked around in horror, worried that any neighbors would notice the scene.

"Sirius is not a murderer," said Harry coldly.

"Then let... that damn... guy... stop!" Uncle Fenon gritted his teeth and said, the veins on his face burst out, Harry was a little scared, he walked to the window with a straight face, Wave to Sirius.

The horns stopped.

Aunt Petunia was panting and seemed to have been holding her breath. Harry stood there hesitantly, wondering if he should mention his birthday. , and Uncle Fenon couldn't help it anymore, "What are you waiting for? Get out of my sight now!" he roared and shouted.

At this moment, Dudley also interjected, "Your godfather... that Sirius is waiting for you."

The words seemed more powerful than the sound of Sirius' horns, and Uncle Finon and Aunt Petunia looked at Dudley in surprise. They never mentioned Sirius' name, and if they had to say it, they would say "The prisoner." ', 'murderer', or simply 'the hippies are coming to you.'

Harry's head turned quickly, his eyes met Dudley's, and he suddenly understood what Dudley was thinking, and he said quickly, "I'll go upstairs to get something—"

He went back to his room, stuffed the books and salutes he brought back from school to the bottom of the bed, and looked at the pile of candy and snacks on the bed, worried in his heart. There were also three large cakes side by side on the table, one of which had been opened.

After a few seconds, Harry had a good idea. He took out the Golden Snitch that Sirius had given him from his pocket, and put all the snacks and candies in it, but he ran into some trouble with the cake and could only squeeze one in.

He had to tuck the remaining two cakes under the bed and hide behind the trunk. When this was all done, Harry clapped his hands with satisfaction, and if Dudley slipped in, he would get nothing. Normally there is no such concern, because the Dursleys see his room as a breeding ground for the spread of the plague, and even quicken their pace as they pass by.

But as far as he knows, hungry animals are the most dangerous and irrational, in other words, hungry pigs are similarly.

Before going out, Harry hesitated for a moment. Uncle Fernon had already shouted from below. Before he had time to think about it, he opened the Snitch and shook out a handful of snacks, a cauldron cake, a sizzling bee candy, and a mess. s things. Without looking closely, he placed these candies in a prominent position.

Hurrying downstairs, Uncle Fernon pointed to the open door, and without saying a word, when Harry passed the dining table, he saw that the quarter of the grapefruit on his plate had disappeared. He grinned and walked out the door.

Sirius had been waiting for a long time, and he was leaning on a very imposing motorcycle, the exhaust emitting a low roar. Harry sat in the back seat, Sirius started his motorcycle and quickly picked it up, the wind whistled Harry's hair, Privet Drive went away behind him, and Harry shouted excitedly: "Where are we going? "

"London," yelled Sirius. "I have a whole plan."

...

They had fun all day, traveled all over the little half of London, and as evening approached, Sirius took him for a ride along the Thames, the water was golden, and Harry had a belly full of steaks and oysters.

At seven o'clock in the evening, they returned to the house Sirius rented, but Harry didn't want to go back so early, and when Sirius invited him to play wizard chess, he readily agreed.

Harry mercilessly won three games of chess against his godfather, forcing Sirius to dismantle the chessboard, so they had to snuggle up on the sofa and watch TV together.

It was not until nearly ten o'clock, when Mrs. Figg next door knocked on the door complaining that they were too loud, and Harry realized that he should go back.

The lights at 4 Privet Drive were still on, which made Harry a little puzzled. When he opened the door, he was relieved to see Uncle Fenon and Dudley huddled together on the sofa to watch the ball game. It wasn't what he thought. That way, Harry deliberately paid attention to the expression on Dudley's face, and he turned his head away guiltily.

"Go back to your room and don't disturb Penny," whispered Uncle Fernon.

Harry went back to his room, opened the door, the pile of snacks was gone, and he hurriedly checked under the bed, the cake was intact.

It's he who thinks too much...

It suddenly dawned on Harry that Dudley couldn't bend down at all, let alone tuck himself under the bed, he'd get stuck in it. While lying in bed, Harry couldn't help but think back to the memory of today, and I have to say that this was the best birthday he had ever had.

This chapter is not only about Harry's life at the Dursleys, his birthday with Sirius, but also about Dudley, and I want to ask how much everyone accepts Dudley.