Chapter 160 The best birthday present?
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 160 The best birthday present?
The house at 4 Privet Drive was never short of Vernon Dursley's complaints about his nephew Harry Potter.
"This is the third time!" he growled across the table, not caring that the table was sprayed with spittle.
"If you can't control that damned owl, let him go!"
Harry wanted to justify again—if an owl was kept in a cage for more than a week, it would naturally make movements and squawks.
But at this time, the doorbell rang.
Uncle Vernon rose with difficulty from his chair and walked toward the hall.And Aunt Petunia was knocking on Harry's door with a broom, trying to get the owl to settle down temporarily... Dudley took this opportunity to stuff the big steak on the dinner plate in front of Uncle Vernon into his mouth, and chewed it.
There was loud laughter from the hallway door, and greetings, after the sound of the front door being shut.
Uncle Vernon came back with a letter in his hand, tore it open, and read.
Harry saw that his face immediately turned purple-black, and his face swelled up as if he had been pumped up, his eyes were swollen and filled with bloodshot eyes.
He looked furious.
Harry swallowed the suggestion that Hedway should go for a ride.
Originally, he wanted Hedway to secretly go to Ron's house and bring a letter about his situation.He had been cut off from the wizarding world for weeks.
As soon as he was on vacation, as expected, his spellbooks, wand, Nimbus 2000 broomstick,... were all locked in the cabinet by Uncle Vernon.
Uncle Vernon and they don't care if Harry gets expelled from Hogwarts, or if it's better for them...
Moreover, Hedwig was also locked in a cage, and Uncle Vernon intercepted and tore up the letters from Ron and Hermione, without any intention of letting him read them.
His only hope now was that MacGuffin Albert would come and take him with him when he went to the Weasleys' house in mid-August as agreed.
"You..." Uncle Vernon walked up to Harry in three steps at a time, as if the judge on the bench was about to declare Harry guilty.
"Okay! Okay..." He didn't say anything useful for a long time, and muttered to himself helplessly.
This simply left Harry at a loss as to what he had done wrong this time.
The people in Vernon's family always lost their temper with Harry because of a little thing, and any weird thing could make them lose their minds instantly and be filled with anger.
The end result is usually starving Harry, or shutting down for a week... to a few weeks... that's how he's generally been for the past 11 years.
Harry saw Uncle Vernon waving a piece of letter paper in his hand,
I hope it wasn't for Ron to mail the credit owl again, otherwise Harry might be locked up again today.
However, it didn't look like the red, green, and various colors of letter paper used in Ron's house.
"It's related to you, it was just delivered..."
Vernon sullenly handed the letter to Aunt Petunia.
At this moment, Dudley finally managed to swallow the piece of steak in his throat, and he swayed and squeezed in front of Uncle Vernon.
He also wanted to see what was written in that letter.
Vernon glared at Harry annoyed, and simply read aloud:
……
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley:
Maybe we are meeting for the first time, but I have already learned about your family from my son McGuffin, and I hope you will also learn about us from Harry.
Perhaps Harry has told you that he will come to our house to spend some time with my son this summer.
If you allow us... we will pick up Harry ourselves when the time comes.
By the way, just meet your family.
Hope to see you soon.
your faithful
longman albert
Also Note: We will come to meet you on July 7st
……
When Uncle Vernon finished reading, the three of them stared at Harry intently.
He shouted hysterically, "You actually told those sneaky people about us...to the bad kids you made friends with in that crappy school..."
Although Uncle Vernon cursed Hogwarts and Harry's friends very unceremoniously, he didn't feel much anger. The news he just heard made Harry fall into ecstasy.
It took a tremendous amount of willpower for Harry to keep his expression from showing joy and joy, and trying instead to convey a genuinely bewildered expression.
Otherwise, the Vernon family would not allow themselves to leave here.
It was true that they didn't want to live in the house themselves, but that didn't include making Harry himself happy and walking away with a smile on his face, or getting involved with something they thought was weird... even the slightest, no matter how distant.
"Today is July 7st..." Uncle Vernon's voice was almost squeezed out between his teeth, and anger burst out of his eyes.
Harry knew how wrong he was to say so much at this time, it was best not to speak, this was the most useful survival experience he had in this family for 12 years.
"What kind of person would do this? I received the letter today, and it will be here soon..." Aunt Petunia also spoke, and she said sharply and piercingly like an old duck with its eggs stuck.
The tone was very angry and annoyed, as if the person who mailed this letter had committed some unforgivable sin.
Uncle Vernon slammed the envelope on the dining table with a strong wave, making a loud noise. The food on it, the plate trembled twice, and Dudley, who was eating donuts dipped in cream, was instantly taken aback.
After he swallowed the donut with great effort and rolled his eyes, he began to hiccup uncontrollably.
"Baby, be taken aback! Don't pay attention to this little idiot... Let's go to the living room and have some tea..." Aunt Petunia helped her big son Dudley slowly leave with moist eyes.
Harry lowered his head and suppressed a smile. From his point of view, the scene in front of him was like a goose with a long head supporting a big fat pig and walking tremblingly.
Uncle Vernon was still glaring at Harry.
Harry decided to take the initiative, otherwise they wouldn't say anything that made Harry happy.
—that was something Uncle Vernon was determined not to do.
"So - can I go?" said Harry.
Uncle Vernon's big face was twitching constantly, his face turned red and purple, and he kept stroking his beard upwards with his knuckles.
There was a screeching sound.
Harry knew it was Vernon Dursley lost in thought, or two of the most basic instincts in his mind that had been at war for twelve years.
——The two instincts of not wanting to make Harry happy and getting rid of Harry early.
Seeing this, Harry cautiously changed his words and reminded, "McGuffin's family will be here today...Can I follow?"
"Who is their family?" Uncle Vernon said in disgust, as if the connection between the words disgusted him.
Harry replied immediately, "The McGuffins aren't wizards! They're just a family of (Muggles—Harry swallowed the word quickly and mumbled it, thankfully Uncle Vernon didn't pay much attention to hear it)...everyone except for the McGuffins...normal people...nothing weird!"
He stammered and finished.
"Really?" Uncle Vernon was very skeptical.
"Normal people, ordinary people... will come here when the letter arrives today?"
"There is no manners at all..."
--rule!
Harry frowned. He had had enough of the family's eccentric rules.
They are not at all polite about anything outlandish, and it usually ends in a series of hysterical acts of the utmost insanity.
Sensitive to the point of insanity.
Harry could still remember how Uncle Vernon behaved when he received his Hogwarts notice! !
"Come here today? Today...?"
Uncle Vernon's large thick face was huddled together, as if desperately thinking about something extremely important.
"Penny! Petunia!" he yelled.
Aunt Petunia hurried over after hearing the sound, and the two of them kept talking, turning their heads to stare at Harry strangely from time to time.
This made Harry a little uneasy.
—He didn't know what happened.
Come here for a while, when the breakfast is already cold.
Uncle Vernon sat down with a gloomy face, exchanged glances with Petunia, and finally cleared his throat, and said: "We can allow you to leave today with this family... but it must not be that kind of strange person who comes to pick you up!"
"Yes, Mr. Dursley, the McGuffins are going to be the kind of people who are purely ordinary and have absolutely nothing to do with eccentricities..." Harry tried to keep his tone as steady as possible, answering as Uncle Vernon usually asked.
--Forehead!probably?
Harry couldn't be sure, because he recalled that at the train station before the holiday, he had seen McGuffin's father and brother, who were crazy fans, looked more weird and crazy than Mr. Weasley and the others to a certain extent.
"Okay, then! You can pack your things later..."
Harry resisted the urge to jump for joy.
He was leaving, leaving the house a month early.He was going to the McGuffin's house, and to the Weasleys' house together.
"But..." Uncle Vernon certainly didn't let Harry go so easily, he would definitely have conditions.
"...I think you know today is an extremely important day...I have to make things run smoothly..." He went on to say something that Harry couldn't believe.
— Uncle Vernon knew it was his birthday today?
Harry couldn't believe what he heard.
"I might make the biggest deal of my life today. I have to keep this going smoothly..." Uncle Vernon said, staring at Harry solemnly again.
As if the little idiot was bound to make trouble.
Harry suddenly understood why Uncle Vernon agreed so readily.
He should have thought about it long ago, this stupid dinner party, the whole family had been talking about it for two weeks.
A rich builder and his wife were coming to dinner, and Vernon Dursley hoped the man would make a big order.
Uncle Vernon called everyone into the dining room for many rehearsals before finally letting them go, but... that didn't include Harry.
Maybe it was because Harry was about to leave... to make up for the lack of chores he was about to have in their home.
Anyway, Aunt Petunia started to make him work.
Clean the windows, wash the car, mow the lawn, repair the flower beds, water, paint, and even fertilize the garden.
And Dudley was licking his never-ending ice cream, mocking Harry.
"I heard that you have a friend who is coming to pick you up. I don't think so... No one has contacted you for a whole summer vacation... It seems that they can't be looking for you!" He said maliciously.
Harry didn't care, his heart had already flown to other places, wishing that the McGuffins would show up immediately and leave here by himself.
After five o'clock in the afternoon, Harry finally finished the housework and packed his things. All the boxes that were going to be taken to school had been packed.
(After Harry promised again and again that he would not use his wand to blow up the house, he got permission to start packing his luggage. The box was full of Harry's treasured things...the invisibility cloak inherited from his father, the Nimbus 2000 given to him by Professor McGonagall, various types of quills, notebooks, magic books, wizard robes and other items related to the wizarding world.
Of course, there is also the most precious phoenix feather wand.
But he will definitely not leave anything behind, because Aunt Petunia has checked it several times, and she is even more afraid that Harry has left something strange in the house)
When it was all done Harry was sore and exhausted.
But what made him even more anxious was, why hasn't McGuffin come yet?
Harry thought wildly, and his heart grew more and more frightened, the fear was really what Dudley said.
"I hope your eccentric friends and family are here soon... The Masons are coming at 07:30... I can't spare you if you mess up this perfect dinner party!"
While Uncle Vernon growled and pointed to the clock, a small car finally pulled up in front of Number 4, Privet Drive.
MacGuffin Albert comes down from above.
He was followed by his father, ... and a young, beautiful, blond girl, very tall.
This is McGuffin's sister who dare not mention her name?
But Harry didn't think much about it. After seeing their attire, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, because the McGuffins undoubtedly fit Uncle Vernon's dress code very well.
Very decent, normal!
Mr. Longman was in a black suit, McGuffin's sister looked very pretty in a light blue evening dress, and McGuffin was also in a purple suit and a small red tie.
Maybe it's because the way they dress hits Uncle Vernon's simplistic binary brain.
Maybe it's because they don't look like weird people, but they look like some kind of rich people attending a high-end banquet.
Maybe it's because Mr. Langman's muscular figure after putting on a suit... and his unusually tall figure standing in front of Uncle Vernon are extremely intimidating.
In short, it was probably due to the combination of these reasons that Vernon Dursley's stern face relaxed first, and his aura quickly weakened.
Mr. Langman walked to the door, stretched out his hand very boldly, and said, "Is there any delay for you? There is a delay... We just left the banquet, and we drove here... I'm really sorry!"
It was McGuffin Albert's idea to make such outspoken and out-of-the-ordinary pretense.
(End of this chapter)
The house at 4 Privet Drive was never short of Vernon Dursley's complaints about his nephew Harry Potter.
"This is the third time!" he growled across the table, not caring that the table was sprayed with spittle.
"If you can't control that damned owl, let him go!"
Harry wanted to justify again—if an owl was kept in a cage for more than a week, it would naturally make movements and squawks.
But at this time, the doorbell rang.
Uncle Vernon rose with difficulty from his chair and walked toward the hall.And Aunt Petunia was knocking on Harry's door with a broom, trying to get the owl to settle down temporarily... Dudley took this opportunity to stuff the big steak on the dinner plate in front of Uncle Vernon into his mouth, and chewed it.
There was loud laughter from the hallway door, and greetings, after the sound of the front door being shut.
Uncle Vernon came back with a letter in his hand, tore it open, and read.
Harry saw that his face immediately turned purple-black, and his face swelled up as if he had been pumped up, his eyes were swollen and filled with bloodshot eyes.
He looked furious.
Harry swallowed the suggestion that Hedway should go for a ride.
Originally, he wanted Hedway to secretly go to Ron's house and bring a letter about his situation.He had been cut off from the wizarding world for weeks.
As soon as he was on vacation, as expected, his spellbooks, wand, Nimbus 2000 broomstick,... were all locked in the cabinet by Uncle Vernon.
Uncle Vernon and they don't care if Harry gets expelled from Hogwarts, or if it's better for them...
Moreover, Hedwig was also locked in a cage, and Uncle Vernon intercepted and tore up the letters from Ron and Hermione, without any intention of letting him read them.
His only hope now was that MacGuffin Albert would come and take him with him when he went to the Weasleys' house in mid-August as agreed.
"You..." Uncle Vernon walked up to Harry in three steps at a time, as if the judge on the bench was about to declare Harry guilty.
"Okay! Okay..." He didn't say anything useful for a long time, and muttered to himself helplessly.
This simply left Harry at a loss as to what he had done wrong this time.
The people in Vernon's family always lost their temper with Harry because of a little thing, and any weird thing could make them lose their minds instantly and be filled with anger.
The end result is usually starving Harry, or shutting down for a week... to a few weeks... that's how he's generally been for the past 11 years.
Harry saw Uncle Vernon waving a piece of letter paper in his hand,
I hope it wasn't for Ron to mail the credit owl again, otherwise Harry might be locked up again today.
However, it didn't look like the red, green, and various colors of letter paper used in Ron's house.
"It's related to you, it was just delivered..."
Vernon sullenly handed the letter to Aunt Petunia.
At this moment, Dudley finally managed to swallow the piece of steak in his throat, and he swayed and squeezed in front of Uncle Vernon.
He also wanted to see what was written in that letter.
Vernon glared at Harry annoyed, and simply read aloud:
……
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley:
Maybe we are meeting for the first time, but I have already learned about your family from my son McGuffin, and I hope you will also learn about us from Harry.
Perhaps Harry has told you that he will come to our house to spend some time with my son this summer.
If you allow us... we will pick up Harry ourselves when the time comes.
By the way, just meet your family.
Hope to see you soon.
your faithful
longman albert
Also Note: We will come to meet you on July 7st
……
When Uncle Vernon finished reading, the three of them stared at Harry intently.
He shouted hysterically, "You actually told those sneaky people about us...to the bad kids you made friends with in that crappy school..."
Although Uncle Vernon cursed Hogwarts and Harry's friends very unceremoniously, he didn't feel much anger. The news he just heard made Harry fall into ecstasy.
It took a tremendous amount of willpower for Harry to keep his expression from showing joy and joy, and trying instead to convey a genuinely bewildered expression.
Otherwise, the Vernon family would not allow themselves to leave here.
It was true that they didn't want to live in the house themselves, but that didn't include making Harry himself happy and walking away with a smile on his face, or getting involved with something they thought was weird... even the slightest, no matter how distant.
"Today is July 7st..." Uncle Vernon's voice was almost squeezed out between his teeth, and anger burst out of his eyes.
Harry knew how wrong he was to say so much at this time, it was best not to speak, this was the most useful survival experience he had in this family for 12 years.
"What kind of person would do this? I received the letter today, and it will be here soon..." Aunt Petunia also spoke, and she said sharply and piercingly like an old duck with its eggs stuck.
The tone was very angry and annoyed, as if the person who mailed this letter had committed some unforgivable sin.
Uncle Vernon slammed the envelope on the dining table with a strong wave, making a loud noise. The food on it, the plate trembled twice, and Dudley, who was eating donuts dipped in cream, was instantly taken aback.
After he swallowed the donut with great effort and rolled his eyes, he began to hiccup uncontrollably.
"Baby, be taken aback! Don't pay attention to this little idiot... Let's go to the living room and have some tea..." Aunt Petunia helped her big son Dudley slowly leave with moist eyes.
Harry lowered his head and suppressed a smile. From his point of view, the scene in front of him was like a goose with a long head supporting a big fat pig and walking tremblingly.
Uncle Vernon was still glaring at Harry.
Harry decided to take the initiative, otherwise they wouldn't say anything that made Harry happy.
—that was something Uncle Vernon was determined not to do.
"So - can I go?" said Harry.
Uncle Vernon's big face was twitching constantly, his face turned red and purple, and he kept stroking his beard upwards with his knuckles.
There was a screeching sound.
Harry knew it was Vernon Dursley lost in thought, or two of the most basic instincts in his mind that had been at war for twelve years.
——The two instincts of not wanting to make Harry happy and getting rid of Harry early.
Seeing this, Harry cautiously changed his words and reminded, "McGuffin's family will be here today...Can I follow?"
"Who is their family?" Uncle Vernon said in disgust, as if the connection between the words disgusted him.
Harry replied immediately, "The McGuffins aren't wizards! They're just a family of (Muggles—Harry swallowed the word quickly and mumbled it, thankfully Uncle Vernon didn't pay much attention to hear it)...everyone except for the McGuffins...normal people...nothing weird!"
He stammered and finished.
"Really?" Uncle Vernon was very skeptical.
"Normal people, ordinary people... will come here when the letter arrives today?"
"There is no manners at all..."
--rule!
Harry frowned. He had had enough of the family's eccentric rules.
They are not at all polite about anything outlandish, and it usually ends in a series of hysterical acts of the utmost insanity.
Sensitive to the point of insanity.
Harry could still remember how Uncle Vernon behaved when he received his Hogwarts notice! !
"Come here today? Today...?"
Uncle Vernon's large thick face was huddled together, as if desperately thinking about something extremely important.
"Penny! Petunia!" he yelled.
Aunt Petunia hurried over after hearing the sound, and the two of them kept talking, turning their heads to stare at Harry strangely from time to time.
This made Harry a little uneasy.
—He didn't know what happened.
Come here for a while, when the breakfast is already cold.
Uncle Vernon sat down with a gloomy face, exchanged glances with Petunia, and finally cleared his throat, and said: "We can allow you to leave today with this family... but it must not be that kind of strange person who comes to pick you up!"
"Yes, Mr. Dursley, the McGuffins are going to be the kind of people who are purely ordinary and have absolutely nothing to do with eccentricities..." Harry tried to keep his tone as steady as possible, answering as Uncle Vernon usually asked.
--Forehead!probably?
Harry couldn't be sure, because he recalled that at the train station before the holiday, he had seen McGuffin's father and brother, who were crazy fans, looked more weird and crazy than Mr. Weasley and the others to a certain extent.
"Okay, then! You can pack your things later..."
Harry resisted the urge to jump for joy.
He was leaving, leaving the house a month early.He was going to the McGuffin's house, and to the Weasleys' house together.
"But..." Uncle Vernon certainly didn't let Harry go so easily, he would definitely have conditions.
"...I think you know today is an extremely important day...I have to make things run smoothly..." He went on to say something that Harry couldn't believe.
— Uncle Vernon knew it was his birthday today?
Harry couldn't believe what he heard.
"I might make the biggest deal of my life today. I have to keep this going smoothly..." Uncle Vernon said, staring at Harry solemnly again.
As if the little idiot was bound to make trouble.
Harry suddenly understood why Uncle Vernon agreed so readily.
He should have thought about it long ago, this stupid dinner party, the whole family had been talking about it for two weeks.
A rich builder and his wife were coming to dinner, and Vernon Dursley hoped the man would make a big order.
Uncle Vernon called everyone into the dining room for many rehearsals before finally letting them go, but... that didn't include Harry.
Maybe it was because Harry was about to leave... to make up for the lack of chores he was about to have in their home.
Anyway, Aunt Petunia started to make him work.
Clean the windows, wash the car, mow the lawn, repair the flower beds, water, paint, and even fertilize the garden.
And Dudley was licking his never-ending ice cream, mocking Harry.
"I heard that you have a friend who is coming to pick you up. I don't think so... No one has contacted you for a whole summer vacation... It seems that they can't be looking for you!" He said maliciously.
Harry didn't care, his heart had already flown to other places, wishing that the McGuffins would show up immediately and leave here by himself.
After five o'clock in the afternoon, Harry finally finished the housework and packed his things. All the boxes that were going to be taken to school had been packed.
(After Harry promised again and again that he would not use his wand to blow up the house, he got permission to start packing his luggage. The box was full of Harry's treasured things...the invisibility cloak inherited from his father, the Nimbus 2000 given to him by Professor McGonagall, various types of quills, notebooks, magic books, wizard robes and other items related to the wizarding world.
Of course, there is also the most precious phoenix feather wand.
But he will definitely not leave anything behind, because Aunt Petunia has checked it several times, and she is even more afraid that Harry has left something strange in the house)
When it was all done Harry was sore and exhausted.
But what made him even more anxious was, why hasn't McGuffin come yet?
Harry thought wildly, and his heart grew more and more frightened, the fear was really what Dudley said.
"I hope your eccentric friends and family are here soon... The Masons are coming at 07:30... I can't spare you if you mess up this perfect dinner party!"
While Uncle Vernon growled and pointed to the clock, a small car finally pulled up in front of Number 4, Privet Drive.
MacGuffin Albert comes down from above.
He was followed by his father, ... and a young, beautiful, blond girl, very tall.
This is McGuffin's sister who dare not mention her name?
But Harry didn't think much about it. After seeing their attire, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, because the McGuffins undoubtedly fit Uncle Vernon's dress code very well.
Very decent, normal!
Mr. Longman was in a black suit, McGuffin's sister looked very pretty in a light blue evening dress, and McGuffin was also in a purple suit and a small red tie.
Maybe it's because the way they dress hits Uncle Vernon's simplistic binary brain.
Maybe it's because they don't look like weird people, but they look like some kind of rich people attending a high-end banquet.
Maybe it's because Mr. Langman's muscular figure after putting on a suit... and his unusually tall figure standing in front of Uncle Vernon are extremely intimidating.
In short, it was probably due to the combination of these reasons that Vernon Dursley's stern face relaxed first, and his aura quickly weakened.
Mr. Langman walked to the door, stretched out his hand very boldly, and said, "Is there any delay for you? There is a delay... We just left the banquet, and we drove here... I'm really sorry!"
It was McGuffin Albert's idea to make such outspoken and out-of-the-ordinary pretense.
(End of this chapter)
