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Compared to his own house, it was much more convenient to do things in Ron's house.
Elwyn also wanted to talk to Fred and George to further expand the scale of Weasley's joke products.
"Mrs. Mason hopes that the two of us can stay at your house until the end of the summer vacation." Hermione said softly, her face blushing.
He didn't know what his mother had just said to him.
Elwyn realized that Hermione seemed to blush particularly easily today.
Looking at Hermione's rare shy expression, Elwyn quickly guessed some of the contents of their conversation.
It seemed that his mother was very, very satisfied with Hermione. She didn't consider their age at all.
In most parts of the UK, as long as the parents agreed, one could get married at the age of sixteen.
Calculating in this way, Elwyn and Hermione had less than three years. They really had to prepare in advance.
Thinking about marrying Hermione, Elwyn felt nervous.
If possible, he certainly hoped to marry Hermione. There was no doubt about this.
However, now wasn't the time to talk about these things.
Last Christmas at Diagon Alley, the atmosphere was so good. Elwyn originally planned to ask for a date, but in the end,
The two of them had no experience in this matter, and they were too shy.
The atmosphere in the room was subtle. Hedwig let out a low cry and stared at the two people in front of her who had become a little strange.
The piglet kept squeaking. It wanted something to eat as a reward for successfully delivering the letter.
"Oh, we better prepare something for them to eat!" Elwyn said, carefully choosing his words. "Don't worry, Hermione! I will convince my mother. I can see that she likes you very much. If you want to visit my house, you can come anytime. "
He was afraid that Hermione would know what he had just thought of. Marriage was too far away.
"We'd better go to the Burrow for the last two weeks of summer vacation." Elwyn continued, "Other than the Quidditch World Cup, we also have to visit Sirius at St. Mungo Magic Hospital. No matter what, it's not convenient to stay at home. "
He turned around and wrote in the letter that Weasley and his wife had invited them to the Burrow.
"By the way, we'd better ask Ron when they are going to pick up Harry!" Elwyn said as he wrote, "We can meet at Harry's aunt and uncle's house. Otherwise, it will be too inconvenient."
After washing up, Harry returned to his room and had Hedwig, who had just returned, deliver the letter to Elwyn.
Then, full of hope, he went down to the kitchen.
At this moment, the Dursley family of three were already seated around the table.
None of them looked up at Harry when he entered and sat down.
Uncle Vernon's big red face was hidden behind the morning's Daily Mail. Aunt Petunia was cutting a grapefruit into four pieces.
Her lips were pouting over her long horse teeth.
Dudley looked sullen and angry, and seemed to take up more space than usual.
This was very interesting, because he always took up one side of the square table by himself.
Aunt Petunia put a quarter of the unsweetened grapefruit on Dudley's plate and said in a trembling voice.
"Eat up, sweetheart."
Dudley stared at her angrily. Ever since he had come home for the summer vacation and brought back his final report, his life had changed painfully.
As usual, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had found excuses for Dudley's poor grades.
Aunt Petunia had stressed that Dudley was a very talented boy, but that the teachers did not understand him.
Uncle Vernon had insisted that he did not want his son to become an effeminate bookworm.
They had also skimmed over the teacher's criticism of Dudley for bullying his classmates.
He was a lively and active child, but he couldn't bear to hurt even a fly!
Harry was skeptical. But at the bottom of the report, the school nurse had carefully written a few words.
These were words that even Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia could not find an excuse to gloss over.
Aunt Petunia had cried that Dudley was just a skeleton, that his weight was a temporary form of puberty, and that he was growing up and needed plenty of food and nourishment.
But there was one thing that could not be changed, and that was that there were no trousers in the school's clothing store that he could fit into.
Aunt Petunia's eyes, always keen when she was looking for fingerprints on a spotless wall or watching the neighbors in advance, refused to see the fact that the school nurse had discovered that Dudley did not need any extra nourishment. He was already the size and weight of a young whale.
So, after endless tantrums, after earth-shattering arguments that nearly overturned Harry's bedroom floor, and after countless tears from Aunt Petunia, the new diet was put in place.
The diet book that the Smedine school nurse had sent was taped to the fridge. It did not contain any of Dudley's favorite foods, such as sodas, cakes, chocolates, or hamburgers.
It contained only fruit, vegetables, and what Uncle Vernon called "junk food."
To cheer Dudley up, Aunt Petunia insisted that the whole family follow the diet.
Now she handed Harry a quarter of a grapefruit.
Harry noticed that his portion was much smaller than Dudley's.
Aunt Petunia seemed to think that the best way to cheer Dudley up was to make sure that he ate at least more than Harry did.
Aunt Petunia, however, did not know the secret hidden under the loose floorboards upstairs.
She had no idea that Harry was not on a diet at all.
When Harry got wind that they wanted him to live on carrots and sticks for the summer, he sent Hedwig to deliver a message to his friends.
They responded at once to the call for help.
Elwyn and Sirius were not in England on an expedition and could not help Harry.
Hermione sent Hedwig back with a large box stuffed with sugar-free pastries for Harry.
Hagrid enthusiastically brought over a bag full of his homemade rock pancakes, but Harry did not touch them.
They were as hard as bricks, and he did not want to break his teeth just yet.
Lady Weasley sent their owl, Errol, to deliver a huge cake and a variety of meat pancakes to Harry.
Poor Errol. He was old and physically weak. After delivering the goods, he had to rest for five whole days before he could regain his strength.
Later, on Harry's birthday, he received six super big cakes.
They were given to him by Elwyn, Ron, Hermione, Hagrid and Sirius. Elwyn and Sirius ordered French-style cakes for Harry.
It was said that they were guests at Boosbottom Magic School, and the cakes really came from France.
For the whole summer, Harry had been wondering what Boosbottom was like.
He had only seen the description of this school in his textbooks. Along with Hogwarts, it was one of the top three magic schools in Europe.
He had to admit that the cakes were very delicious. Until now, Harry still had three big pieces left.
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