Chapter 611 Going out

Laughter and roars came from the door.

That voice sounded familiar to Harry. He was the newly appointed postman. Because he was young, had a good temper, and knew how to get things done, he quickly became involved with the children on the street.

He also once gave Harry some steak coupons and encouraged Harry to eat more meat.

Um……

Harry couldn’t laugh or cry, so I should have the opportunity to go to those restaurants too!

Uncle Vernon seemed to be in a very bad mood. Harry felt a little bad and was going to grease the soles of his shoes. Years of experience with the Dursleys told him that the entire family could make this uncle so angry that his brain would become congested. It's just him.

However, at this moment, Vernon walked in angrily and glared at Harry.

There was still a letter clutched tightly in his hand.

"Take it!" Vernon threw the thing in his hand to Harry as if holding something disgusting.

Harry took the letter and looked at it. It read:

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley.

"This is for you." Harry looked at his uncle in confusion, "Why did you ask me to see it?"

He saw the anger in Vernon's eyes, "Yeah! I thought it was for us too! An ordinary letter!"

As he said that, he took out an envelope with a black stamp on it. Well, it seems that someone told Mrs. Weasley how to put the stamp, because when he looked at it, the stamp was indeed very neatly affixed. .

Could it be that my uncle thought that the stamp was black, which was a bit unlucky?

"This is Penny Black!" Vernon gritted his teeth and said, "I have never seen anyone take out commemorative stamps and use them as ordinary stamps! This thing can appreciate in value!"

As he spoke, he carefully took out a knife and scraped off the stamp, took out a box, and carefully put it in, as if he wanted to store it, while still muttering in his mouth, "These damn things This guy actually put a postmark on such a precious stamp!"

Harry was confused, but Vernon didn't explain anything to him. In his opinion, wizards were idiots who could easily use such precious things.

So, in the weird atmosphere, Vernon returned to his seat. Although he was still glaring at Harry, everyone could feel that he was in a good mood.

"Come on kid!" Vernon yelled, "that friend of yours invited you to the game and stay at her place!"

Harry had finished reading the letter, looked up, and asked casually, "Can I go?"

Normally, Uncle Vernon would say no in his expectant eyes, but today for some unknown reason, he said, "Yes, but you have to let them pick you up by themselves, in our way, you know?" ?”

Although he didn't know why, Harry was so happy!

He can finally leave this oppressive place!

So, he happily rushed upstairs and wanted to write a letter to tell Mrs. Weasley the good news.

Petunia and Dudley watched Harry run up the stairs with puzzled faces, and turned to look at Vernon in confusion.

"My dear, this is not like you." Petunia looked at Vernon doubtfully, "Don't you hate that boy and the magical world affecting our family the most?"

"You don't understand." Vernon carefully opened the small box that contained the stamp. "This thing is priceless!"

As he said that, he looked at Dudley and said, "My dear son, bear with him for a few days. Don't you want to live in the city center? Let me tell you, this stamp can be used to exchange for a villa in the city center!"

Petunia, Dudley, "!!!∑(Дノ)ノ"

As he spoke, he carefully put the box away, "Don't tell anyone. If anyone finds out, the house will be gone."

He especially glanced at Dudley, "Not even your friends! Our family's future is on this stamp!"

With that said, regardless of the shocked expressions of the two of them, they happily went out to find a buyer.

Not knowing the little thoughts of his uncle's family, Harry happily packed his luggage.

Books, quills, invisibility cloaks, firebolts, Marauder's Map...

If he didn't have the deformed lizard leather suitcase, he might have to carry a heavy suitcase like Ron when he went out.

Fortunately, he had a great suitcase that was able to carry all his luggage.

Including his few shoes and clothes.

"Dang Dong Dong." Just when he had packed all his things and received a letter from Mrs. Weasley from Hedwig informing him that they would be visiting the next afternoon, there was a knock on the door. .

Harry opened the door in confusion. Outside was Aunt Petunia. When she saw Harry's eyes, her expression turned cold for a moment. She pursed her lips. After a long while, she took a deep breath and said, "Come out." , let’s go shopping.”

"What?" Harry couldn't believe his ears. Shopping? Would such words come out of Aunt Petunia's mouth?

What he didn't know was that the stamp sent to him by Mrs. Weasley played a huge financial role. Although it could not be sold for a high price of 5 million US dollars in this era, Penny Black was sent as an ordinary stamp by careless friends. Such an interesting story adds a layer of legend to it.

Uncle Vernon made a lot of money. He bought a house in the city center. The remaining money was enough for their family to eat and drink.

Although he was still not happy with the hero, Harry, Vernon also felt that he should be rewarded.

Although I don't hope that such a good thing will happen again in the future, of course, another black penny would be better, but Vernon feels that the surface work should be done well.

It was a dreamy night for Harry.

The neon lights and traffic blinded his eyes. He had never thought that the Muggle world he lived in was so fascinating. After all, he rarely left home, and the Dursleys did not have the intention to take him to the street to buy clothes. Dudley didn't want anything in him.

But tonight.

He tightened his wool coat tight around his body.

Although it is an item on sale out of season, it is new.

Although it is not suitable for wearing in summer, it is new.

One, new, brand new, not a coat that Dudley had worn out and didn't fit, but a coat that suited his body shape and aesthetics and didn't have any odor.

Looking at a family of three in the distance going on a shopping spree as if no one else was around, and being squeezed here and there by the crowd, it looked like a scene of three bowling balls rolling around in a pin.

Harry laughed out loud.

No, this scene is too funny.

Then, he saw Uncle Vernon reach out his left hand and hold Aunt Petunia's hand, which surprised Aunt Petunia. Then Uncle Vernon grabbed Dudley who wanted to see the toy motorcycle.

Harry suddenly stopped laughing.

A kind of sadness rose from the bottom of my heart.

Dad, Mom.

I miss you.

Tears flowed uncontrollably. Holding the woolen coat on his body, Harry bit his lips to prevent others from seeing his fragile appearance at this time.

Thinking of them on summer nights.