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At the dining table, apart from Dudley, no one paid attention to the poor grapefruit in front of them. 【Love ↑ Go △ Little ↓ Say △ Net w
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Harry ate slowly, thinking about the delicious cake in his head.
A few seconds later, Dudley had finished his share of the grapefruit.
He stared hard at Harry's share, his little piggy eyes flashing with hatred.
Harry didn't want to provoke Dudley, he wanted to quickly finish his share of the poor grapefruit.
Then, he went upstairs to enjoy the delicious cake and wait for Elwyn's reply.
But things didn't go as planned, and things quickly took a turn for the worse!
When Hedwig flew into Harry's hut with Elwyn's reply, an unprecedented storm was going on downstairs.
Uncle Vernon's angry roar almost tore the floor apart, and Hedwig's amber eyes twitched uneasily.
In the past three years, she had become familiar with this kind of roar and curse.
She knew that her little master, Harry, must have made a mistake and made the Dursley family unhappy!
In fact, Harry was politely confused, he didn't know what was going on.
Uncle Vernon got up and went to the door to deliver a letter, a letter that had been delivered by the "normal" Muggle mail.
Obviously, this letter was not ordinary, nor was it normal.
First of all, this letter was full of content that Muggle couldn't understand.
The envelope was also covered with stamps, leaving only a small one-inch square space on the front.
There, in tiny letters, Mrs. Weasley had filled in the Dursleys' address. 【Love ↑ Go △ Little ↓ Say △ Net w
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Uncle Vernon waved the letter and shouted at Harry, "Look at this!"
Harry took the purple letter and glanced at it.
It was a letter from Lady Weasley, inviting him to watch the upcoming Quidditch World Cup.
Moreover, she hoped that she could stay in the Humble Abode for the next two weeks until the end of the summer vacation.
This was great! This was exactly what Harry needed, a different summer life. He couldn't wait to leave the Dursleys' immediately.
He wanted to return to the magic world and be with his friends.
They were going back to watch the final of the Quidditch World Cup. Right, they were also going to visit Sirius.
For his injury, Harry has been worried about it until now.
Apart from that, Harry also wanted to ask Elwyn about their adventures during the summer.
With so many things to do, he couldn't stay here any longer.
But Harry didn't lose his mind. Under the glare of Uncle Vernon, he tried to look foolish.
He told himself that as long as he didn't do or say anything stupid, he might be able to participate in a major competition that only happened once in a hundred years.
"About that, can I come?" he asked cautiously.
Uncle Vernon's great purple face twitched slightly, and his whiskers bristled.
Harry felt as if he could see what was going on behind that beard.
Two basic instincts clashed in Uncle Vernon's mind.
Letting Harry watch the game would make Harry happy, and for thirteen years Uncle Vernon had been determined not to do so.
On the other hand, Harry would be allowed to spend the summer at Weasley's house.
This would get rid of Harry two weeks earlier than he had hoped, and Uncle Vernon particularly hated having Harry in his house.
Uncle Vernon probably wanted to give himself some time to think, so he looked down at Lady Weasley's letter.
"Who is this woman?" he asked in disgust, staring at Lady Weasley's signature on the letter.
"You've met her!" Harry said. "She's the mother of my friend Ron. At the end of last term, she picked him up on the Hogwarts train."
Harry almost said "the Hogwarts Express," which would have made his uncle furious.
No one in the Dursleys ever mentioned the name of Harry's school aloud.
The only exception was probably Elwyn's summer visit two years ago.
Uncle Vernon's large, fleshy face scrunched up as if he were trying to remember something unpleasant.
"That fat woman?" he said at last, gruffly. "With a lot of red-haired children?"
Harry frowned. It seemed ridiculous to him that Uncle Vernon should call someone "fat."
After all, his own son, Dudley, had now turned into a plump and round child.
"Quidditch?" Uncle Vernon murmured, reading the letter again. "Quidditch? What the hell is that?"
"It's a sport!" said Harry, irritated again. "On a broomstick."
"All right, all right!" cried Uncle Vernon.
Harry saw with some satisfaction that his uncle was a little nervous.
Apparently his nerves could not bear the sound of the word "flying broomstick" in his drawing-room.
He looked down at the letter again, seeking refuge.
"Send your reply in the normal way," he said sharply. "What do you mean by the normal way?"
"Our normal way!" Said Harry, and before his uncle could stop him, he went on. "Send an owl, you know. That's what wizards usually do."
Uncle Vernon looked exasperated, as if Harry had uttered a blasphemous word.
He trembled with anger and glanced nervously at the window, as if he were afraid that his neighbor would press his ear to the pane.
"How many times must I tell you not to mention such strange things in my house!" he said, his teeth clenched and his face turning purple. "You're standing there in the clothes that Petunia and I gave you, and you don't know how to be grateful!"
"Dudley gave those clothes to me because he didn't want to wear them anymore!" said Harry coldly.
He had had enough, and the urge to leave the Dursleys resurfaced.
His anger rose as he looked at the oversized tracksuit he was wearing.
Harry panted. He could not stand it any longer.
The days when he had been forced to obey every stupid rule of the Dursleys were over.
He had not followed Dudley's diet, and he did not want Uncle Vernon to stop him from watching the Quidditch World Cup.
"My good friends Elwyn, Ron, and Hermione are going back to watch the World Cup!" Harry took a deep breath and said as calmly as he could.
"Elwyn?" Uncle Vernon's face turned red like a ripe plum. "That boy from the Mason family. I don't know. Mr. Mason is such a good man. How could he tolerate his own son?"
Mr. Mason's construction company was now Uncle Vernon's biggest business partner. He did not want to offend him.
Although he had a negative attitude towards Elwyn, he did not stop Harry from interacting with Elwyn.
No matter how he looked at it, it was to his advantage. This was the only place where Harry could be of use.
He did not know how many times he had talked to Mr. Mason about this and promised that Harry would take care of Elwyn at school.
Uncle Vernon wavered. Since that boy from the Mason family was going to that stupid World Cup, it seemed that Harry should go too.
"Of course, if you don't want me to go, then I can go back to my room!" Harry calmed himself down and continued, "I'm going to write a letter to Sirius. You know, he is my godfather."
"You're, you're writing to him?" Uncle Vernon said, trying to keep his voice calm.
But Harry saw the pupils of his small eyes suddenly shrink with fear.
Uncle Vernon remembered Sirius, the very dangerous jailbreak murderer on TV.
Before the summer vacation began, Sirius had written them a letter.
The letter warned them not to bully Harry, or else there would be consequences.
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