A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 329: Best birthday ever

When Harry appeared in the kitchen, none of the three Dursleys looked at him, and no one mentioned the birthday. Socks, the kind of bad birthday presents that do it once.

Uncle Vernon was reading the newspaper, Aunt Petunia was cutting a dried-out grapefruit, and Cousin Dudley--he was slumping the fat from his arms on the table, his face full of anger.

Since Dudley came back with a humiliating report card and a fat body, his good life is over, in fact, he can still struggle, just shed a few tears, Petunia Auntie would weep empathetically, then quickly compromise and agree to all of Dudley's conditions.

This is his forte. However, under the report card, there are a few words carefully filled in by the nurse of Smelting School, which gently reminds the two parents that if Dudley continues to gain weight, it will affect his health, and the school's clothing library is no longer suitable for him. size clothes too.

The nurse also thoughtfully 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 system together. The effect was obvious. Uncle Nong's chin was a little smaller, which made his beard look flowing and fluffy a lot.

But Harry didn't care at all, even before receiving his birthday present, he would go to Sirius's to catch up on breakfast. Now he couldn't wait to imagine where Sirius would take him to play. Sirius recently bought a motorcycle, and he saw a trace of Hagrid in his godfather's obsessed eyes.

"Grapefruit again!"

Dudley said angrily that he had perfectly inherited Uncle Vernon's small eyes and figure.

Thinking happily, Harry sniffed the tasteless things on his plate, and couldn't help belching. Just now, he ate two large pieces of cream cake, and now he is a little full.

"Honey?" Aunt Petunia said very patiently, "We agreed to follow the diet recipe sent by the school nurse—"

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

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

Harry wiped his mouth quickly, and after touching the sticky cream, he realized that he was careless.

"What?" asked Aunt Petunia, puzzled.

However, Dudley stared at Harry greedily, as if he was a piece of cream cake or something, a shadow cast over Harry, he faced a difficult choice, if Dudley really wanted to rob him The cake, is he going to take out his wand and threaten him?

'There is no Sirius here, no spare wand, and no excuses. If you use magic, the Ministry of Magic will directly target you...'

At this moment, there was a loud horn sound outside the door, followed by the roar of the motorcycle idling, and Uncle Fernon exploded, and he yelled angrily: "It's that damned murderer, scum again... ...Can't he be quiet!"

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

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

"Then let... that damn... guy... stop!" Uncle Fernon gritted his teeth and said, the veins on his face burst out, Harry was a little scared, he walked to the In front of the window, wave to Sirius.

The horn stopped.

Aunt Petunia was panting heavily, as if she had been holding her breath just now. Harry stood there hesitantly, wondering if he should mention his birthday. Harry glanced at him, and Uncle Vernon couldn't help it anymore, "What are you waiting for? Get out of my sight immediately!" he growled.

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

This sentence seemed to be more powerful than Sirius's trumpet. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia looked at Dudley in surprise. They never mentioned Sirius's name. If they had to say it, they used "" The prisoner," "murderer," or simply "the hippies are coming for you."

Harry's mind turned quickly, his eyes met Dudley's, and he suddenly understood what Dudley was planning, and he said in a hurry, "I'm going upstairs to get something—"

He returned to his room, stuffed the books and salutes he brought back from school into the bottom of the bed, and then looked at the pile of candy and snacks on the bed, feeling worried. There are three big cakes side by side on the table, one of which has been opened.

After a few seconds, Harry had a bright idea. He took out the golden snitch that Sirius gave him from his pocket, and put all the snacks and candies in it, but he encountered some troubles when filling the cake, so he could barely fit one.

He had no choice but to stuff the remaining two cakes under the bed and hide them behind the suitcase. Harry clapped his hands in satisfaction when it was all done, and if Dudley sneaked in, he would get nothing. Normally, there would be no such worries, because the Dursleys regarded his room as a hotbed for spreading the plague, and even walked faster when they passed by.

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

Before going out, Harry hesitated for a moment, Uncle Vernon had already shouted from below, before he had time to think, he opened the Snitch, and shook out a handful of snacks, a cauldron cake, a sizzling bee candy, And the mess. Without looking carefully, he put these candies in a conspicuous position.

Hurrying downstairs, Uncle Vernon pointed to the open door 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. He leaned on a very imposing motorcycle, and the exhaust vent let out a low growl. Harry was sitting on the back seat, Sirius started the motorcycle and picked it up quickly, the wind howled and curled Harry's hair, and Privet Drive was far behind, Harry shouted excitedly: "Where are we going? "

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

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They had a whole day of fun, traveling around half of London. When the evening approached, Sirius took him for a ride by the Thames River, the water reflected the golden glow, and Harry still had a belly full of steak and oysters.

At seven o'clock in the evening, they returned to Privet Drive, but Harry didn't want to go back so early. When Sirius invited him to play wizard chess, he readily agreed~IndoMTL.com~Harry won mercilessly His godfather played three games of chess, forcing Sirius to mess up the chessboard, so they had to nest on the sofa and watch TV together.

It lasted until nearly ten o'clock, when Mrs. Figg next door knocked on the door and complained that their voices were too loud, and Harry realized that it was time to go back.

The light at No. 4 Privet Drive was still on, which made Harry a little puzzled. When he opened the door, he saw Uncle Vernon and Dudley huddled on the sofa watching the football game. He was relieved. As he was thinking, Harry paid attention to the expression on Dudley's face, and he looked away guiltily.

"Go back to your room and don't disturb Petunia," said Uncle Vernon in a low voice.

Harry returned to the room, opened the door, and the pile of snacks was gone. He hurriedly checked under the bed again, and the cake was intact.

He thinks too much...

It dawned on Harry that Dudley couldn't even bend over, let alone tuck himself under the bed, that he would get stuck in it. Lying in bed, Harry couldn't help but think back on the memories of the day, and had to say, it was the best birthday he'd ever had.