Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

On this day, there was another dispute on the breakfast table at No. 4 Privet Road.

Early in the morning, Mr. Vernon Dursley was woken up by a loud noise in his nephew Harry's room.

"This is the third time this week!" He growled across the table. "If you can't control the owl, let it go!"

Harry was walking out of the kitchen while holding a frying pan, still wearing an apron around his waist, trying to explain.

"It's so dumb, it's used to flying outside, if I can let it out at night ..."

"You think I'm a fool?" Uncle Vernon shouted, a sliver of fried eggs swaying on his thick beard, "I know what will happen if I put an owl out, it will bring back dozens of owl!"

Speaking of which, the Dursleys exchanged a panicked and gloomy look.

They will never forget the fear that was once dominated by ubiquitous owl letters.

"Listen, kid!" Mr. Dursley raised his stubby fingers. "I have replaced a large bedroom for you, and I haven't thrown your **** devil books and strange utensils into the trash. These are all It's because of your face that helped your aunt to control the kitchen this month, but if you still want to measure in, then it's too much! "

"but……"

"Not to mention, I remembered giving you a chance, right? This is not my fault."

A glance at Harry seemed to want to refute, and Uncle Vernon's small eyes flashed a shrewd eye.

"If there is a letter, you really can selectively answer a few letters. But unfortunately, from the current situation, it seems that your popularity in that strange place is very bad, and there are no friends who want to contact you. "

After last year's owl bombing, Vernon Dursley knew how painful the wizards were when they were stubborn. In order to prevent a similar situation from happening again this year, he agreed with Harry before the start of the summer vacation. Unless it was a reply, he should not take the initiative to contact those weird guys.

"They must not have received it, let me try again ..."

Upon hearing Mr. Dursley's words, Harry's face dimmed slightly, and he said unwillingly.

However, before he had finished speaking, his words were overwhelmed by the long, loud hiccup of his cousin Dali.

Dali grinned and turned to face Harry, the fork in his hand knocking on the dinner plate.

"Hey, cook, let me fry bacon again."

"Hearing what your cousin said, Potter, hand over the frying pan!"

Aunt Petunia glared at Harry, who was still in place, turned her head, and looked at her big son with wet eyes.

"We have to seize the time to make you fat ... School meals make me uncomfortable ... You are hungry and thin ..."

"Nonsense, I was never hungry when I was in school in Smeting-it was the best middle school in this area. Whether it was food, teaching, or even the people around me, it was top! , Is it, son? "

Uncle Vernon retorted emotionally, and immediately looked at Harry with contempt and contempt.

"At least, it ’s definitely better than some places that do n’t have three places ... I would n’t let my son go to a place where students would learn to cook their own food. I can imagine that the school ’s food How awful. "

"Hogwarts' food is the best in the world, there is no one!"

Harry patted the frying pan heavily on the table and said angrily.

Perhaps due to the excessive force, the bacon slices in the frying pan suddenly bounced, crossed the half of the table, and snapped on the face of Mr. Dursley, just like a loud slap, leaving the man in an instant The next words were all called back.

With the piece of bacon printed on Vernon Dursley's face, the entire room seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

Immediately thereafter, Mr. Dursley's deafening roar sounded in Harry's ear.

"Boy! What do you want to do ?! Until now, you are still eating mine, using mine ..."

Mr. Dursley threw the bacon on his face on the table and jumped up, revealing the green bars on his temples.

"I'm sorry, this was just an accident." Harry said quickly, "I'm not--"

To be honest, Harry was n’t sure whether it was because he was really too hard or the magic inside him helped again.

"Don't think I know you are a ghost!"

Uncle Vernon puffed up his eyes, slammed his fists vigorously, and spittle stars splashed onto the table.

"I warned you! You must not use the tricks you learned in that particular place in my home! Especially apply these tricks to us! Breakfast is over, lunch is not necessary for you to prepare! Roll back to yours Room! Now, immediately! "

"Okay," Harry said, "Okay ... I'm not hungry anyway!"

Harry glanced at the other side of the table, uncle Vernon panting like a short rhinoceros, untied his apron and threw it on the table, leaving the kitchen without a disregard and returned to his room. .

Since he came home for the summer vacation, Uncle Vernon has always regarded him as a time bomb.

Even if he took the initiative to show his favor to the Dursley family according to the suggestion of the elder sister before leaving, such as helping with household chores or contributing to the cooking of three meals a day, it only slightly eased the relationship.

As long as magic was involved, the Dursleys seemed to have seen the virus, wishing him to disappear instantly.

In Vernon Dursley ’s first words, it ’s that Harry did nothing, squatted in the room, do n’t come out, do n’t let the neighbors see him, and then left quietly, it ’s the most beautiful Help.

Of course, after having tasted Harry's craft once or twice, Vernon reluctantly changed his rhetoric.

"This little boy is still a bit useful--"

But for Harry, the Dursleys' attitude didn't make much sense.

Although he was raised by the Dursleys and also lived in this family for ten years, he knew that he was completely different from this family, regardless of personality, appearance, and hobbies.

Sullenly returning to his room, Harry looked at the calendar beside the bed that he reads several times a day.

"I still have a month to go back to Hogwarts ..."

Harry missed Hogwarts so much that he felt pain in his internal organs.

He missed the castle, the secret passages and ghosts, missed his classes, especially the class of the potion professor Snape, letters from owls, banquets in the auditorium, and the four-poster bed in his dorm Missing the log cabin and hunting ground guard Hagrid by the Forbidden Forest, Miss Sister Elena and everyone in the castle.

Today happens to be his twelfth birthday, and the Dursleys will obviously not remember this.

Of course, Harry did not have much hope, UU reading www.uukanshu. com They never give him any decent presents, let alone birthday cakes-it really makes Harry feel a little out of control, and he suddenly has a feeling of being abandoned by the world.

This month, he missed his friends, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Elena Caslana, Hermione Granger ... but they seemed a little bit I don't want him either.

It's been a month since the summer vacation, and no one has written to him. Malfoy also promised to keep in touch.

His godfather, Sirius Black, seemed to have evaporated. Since the Hogwarts public trial, he has never seen him again, only occasionally received several letters from men in school.

really……

Perhaps as Professor Snape said, the godfather his father found for him was indeed not very reliable.

boom!

Bang Bang Bang!

At this moment, Harry heard the strange sound of ping-pong in the closet in the room.

"Quickly return the letter to Kreacher, you mean scumbag!"

"Dobby, Dobby must protect Mr. Potter!"

Sounds like it is ... who is fighting inside?

Harry frowned in confusion, pulled out his wand subconsciously, and looked at the swaying wardrobe with vigilance.

With the sound of something hitting the wood, the door of the closet was suddenly opened.

Two big bat-like ears, a pair of small humanoids with protruding eyes, writhing and rolling out of them—two domestic elves, never seen before, one looks very old , A younger one.

And the goal they are fighting for is a crumpled parchment letter.

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