Chapter 342 Letter from the Weasley Family 1
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
In the house on Privet Drive.
Harry chose to follow Soul's suggestion, took the parchment and quill from upstairs, pulled the cake aside on the dining table, and began to write with his head buried in it.
"Dear Professor Dumbledore, I'm sorry to bother you, but my scar is hurting this morning..."
"Isn't this a bit silly?" Harry suddenly looked up and asked.
"No, keep writing, Harry." Soul shook his head, "This is not stupid. It is not shameful to seek help from elders. If Voldemort comes to the door with a wand now..."
As soon as Su Er finished speaking, there was suddenly a loud knock on the door outside the house.
Harry immediately looked at the door in horror, swallowed, and then looked at Soul.
Three words could be read from Harry's eyes, 'Crow's Mouth?' '
Sur:...
"It's definitely not Voldemort. If it were Voldemort, he should use magic to blow the door open now and then break in and give you a spell to send you to see Merlin." Soul rolled his eyes.
"I'm going to open the door and see who it is. You keep writing, Harry. Write down everything you see. Don't leave out any details."
After saying that, Suer stood up and walked to the door, but to ensure safety, he still looked outside through the peephole on the door.
There was no one outside, oh no, I should say, there was only a silhouette turning from the fence in front of the house.
Judging from the physical appearance, it was Harry's uncle, Vernon Dursley.
What is he here for?With doubts, Suer opened the door, and there was a crumpled ball of paper lying at the door.
What's this?Su Er picked it up curiously. A letter?
"Bang." At this time, there was a heavy banging on the door next door. Suer shook his head, closed the door and walked into the living room.
"What is it?" Harry asked a little nervously, "Isn't it Voldemort?"
Soul rolled his eyes, thinking that the joke was not funny at all, and threw the paper ball to Harry, "It was your uncle. He threw this at the door and left."
"What is this? There is no reason why my uncle would send me something. Could it be that God is too blind?" Harry complained, put down the eagle feather quill in his hand, and opened the ball of paper.
As soon as I opened it, a ball of beige paper fell out. Judging from the color, it looked like an envelope.
"Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley?" Harry read the first sentence, and a question mark popped up in his head, "This is a letter to my aunt and uncle..."
But then, the question mark burst like a balloon.
"This is a letter from Mrs. Weasley!"
Harry read out the next content in surprise, [If you want to know the content of the letter, please see the original book --- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, pages 21-22 for details]
"They are asking Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia for their opinion. The Quidditch World Cup starts on Monday night." Harry said happily, "I wonder when they will pick me up."
After saying that, Harry picked up the envelope that had just fallen.
"It's so strange that Mrs. Weasley actually wrote in the Muggle way. It's unbelievable that Mrs. Weasley actually knew that Muggle letters need to be stamped."
Immediately afterwards, Harry couldn't help but laugh. When Soul saw the unfolded envelope in Harry's hand, the corners of his mouth twitched and he shook his head with a smile.
This is very Weasley. The envelope used to contain the letters sent to the Dursleys was densely covered with large and small stamps, leaving only a space about an inch square on the front---this is for Fill in the receiving address.
Can't they see the instructions for affixing stamps outlined in dotted lines on the envelope?
Soul dared to say that the postman who delivered this letter would find it very strange. This was not at all what a normal Muggle would do when sending a letter.
"Hahaha...it sure has enough stamps on it." Harry laughed. "I dare say Uncle Vernon will be shocked."
Just as Harry was happily looking at the number of stamps on the envelope, "Boom!" The sound of a stone hitting the glass came from the window. The two heard the sound and went out, only to see a small gray The owl was sliding weakly against the window glass.
"Oh, my God." Harry stood up hastily.
Not long after, Harry came back from the window, holding a gray owl not much bigger than a tennis ball. It was lying motionless in Harry's hand, dazed.
"This is Little Pig, a gift from Sirius to Ron. Ron sent me a letter." Harry explained to Soul, placed the little owl on the soft sofa, and opened the letter. letter.
The handwriting looked very Ron Weasley's. Soul glanced at it. It was as graceful as ever, just like the handwriting he used for reference in the castle.
Harry read the letter at a glance, and then briefly explained the content of the letter to Soul.
"Ron and the others were worried that the post office was not delivering the letter fast enough or that the letter was lost, so they asked the owl to write a letter and send it to me. They were going to pick me up at five o'clock on Sunday afternoon. I have been bored for more than a month, too Bravo!"
"So...since I still use an owl to send you a letter, why do I need to send you a letter through the 'normal way'?" Suer asked.
"Uh... maybe... uh..." Harry blinked, "Maybe I'm worried that Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia won't agree with me going to Ron's house? Yes! That's it."
"I don't know how Ron and the others are going to pick me up, drive a flying car? Or a Floo fan, whatever it is, I have to write a reply to Ron and ask them to come to this house to pick me up, Uncle Vernon The fireplace at home is sealed, it’s just a decoration.”
Harry muttered to himself and took a blank piece of paper to write a reply to Ron.
Su Er glanced at the seemingly underage little owl on the sofa. It probably wouldn't wake up for a while, so Su Er coughed lightly.
"We'll talk about writing a reply to Ron later, Harry. I think there's another thing that's more important now."
Harry looked up and blinked in confusion.
Soul rolled his eyes and moved the blank piece of paper away, revealing the letter he had just written a few lines on and was about to be sent to Principal Dumbledore.
"Oh, yes, yes, we still have to write a letter to Principal Dumbledore." Harry laughed a few times without any embarrassment.
Suer: This kid has such a big heart...
Harry picked up the pen and continued writing where he had been interrupted by Mrs. Weasley's letter, but he paused again after writing only a few words, with uncontrollable worry in his tone.
"Thul, tell me, will Principal Dumbledore not let me go to the Quidditch World Cup because of Voldemort?"
"I don't think so. Principal Dumbledore is not that rigid." Soul shook his head and added in his mind---
"However, I can't guarantee whether Old Bee will use you as bait for fishing and law enforcement..."
Harry chose to follow Soul's suggestion, took the parchment and quill from upstairs, pulled the cake aside on the dining table, and began to write with his head buried in it.
"Dear Professor Dumbledore, I'm sorry to bother you, but my scar is hurting this morning..."
"Isn't this a bit silly?" Harry suddenly looked up and asked.
"No, keep writing, Harry." Soul shook his head, "This is not stupid. It is not shameful to seek help from elders. If Voldemort comes to the door with a wand now..."
As soon as Su Er finished speaking, there was suddenly a loud knock on the door outside the house.
Harry immediately looked at the door in horror, swallowed, and then looked at Soul.
Three words could be read from Harry's eyes, 'Crow's Mouth?' '
Sur:...
"It's definitely not Voldemort. If it were Voldemort, he should use magic to blow the door open now and then break in and give you a spell to send you to see Merlin." Soul rolled his eyes.
"I'm going to open the door and see who it is. You keep writing, Harry. Write down everything you see. Don't leave out any details."
After saying that, Suer stood up and walked to the door, but to ensure safety, he still looked outside through the peephole on the door.
There was no one outside, oh no, I should say, there was only a silhouette turning from the fence in front of the house.
Judging from the physical appearance, it was Harry's uncle, Vernon Dursley.
What is he here for?With doubts, Suer opened the door, and there was a crumpled ball of paper lying at the door.
What's this?Su Er picked it up curiously. A letter?
"Bang." At this time, there was a heavy banging on the door next door. Suer shook his head, closed the door and walked into the living room.
"What is it?" Harry asked a little nervously, "Isn't it Voldemort?"
Soul rolled his eyes, thinking that the joke was not funny at all, and threw the paper ball to Harry, "It was your uncle. He threw this at the door and left."
"What is this? There is no reason why my uncle would send me something. Could it be that God is too blind?" Harry complained, put down the eagle feather quill in his hand, and opened the ball of paper.
As soon as I opened it, a ball of beige paper fell out. Judging from the color, it looked like an envelope.
"Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley?" Harry read the first sentence, and a question mark popped up in his head, "This is a letter to my aunt and uncle..."
But then, the question mark burst like a balloon.
"This is a letter from Mrs. Weasley!"
Harry read out the next content in surprise, [If you want to know the content of the letter, please see the original book --- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, pages 21-22 for details]
"They are asking Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia for their opinion. The Quidditch World Cup starts on Monday night." Harry said happily, "I wonder when they will pick me up."
After saying that, Harry picked up the envelope that had just fallen.
"It's so strange that Mrs. Weasley actually wrote in the Muggle way. It's unbelievable that Mrs. Weasley actually knew that Muggle letters need to be stamped."
Immediately afterwards, Harry couldn't help but laugh. When Soul saw the unfolded envelope in Harry's hand, the corners of his mouth twitched and he shook his head with a smile.
This is very Weasley. The envelope used to contain the letters sent to the Dursleys was densely covered with large and small stamps, leaving only a space about an inch square on the front---this is for Fill in the receiving address.
Can't they see the instructions for affixing stamps outlined in dotted lines on the envelope?
Soul dared to say that the postman who delivered this letter would find it very strange. This was not at all what a normal Muggle would do when sending a letter.
"Hahaha...it sure has enough stamps on it." Harry laughed. "I dare say Uncle Vernon will be shocked."
Just as Harry was happily looking at the number of stamps on the envelope, "Boom!" The sound of a stone hitting the glass came from the window. The two heard the sound and went out, only to see a small gray The owl was sliding weakly against the window glass.
"Oh, my God." Harry stood up hastily.
Not long after, Harry came back from the window, holding a gray owl not much bigger than a tennis ball. It was lying motionless in Harry's hand, dazed.
"This is Little Pig, a gift from Sirius to Ron. Ron sent me a letter." Harry explained to Soul, placed the little owl on the soft sofa, and opened the letter. letter.
The handwriting looked very Ron Weasley's. Soul glanced at it. It was as graceful as ever, just like the handwriting he used for reference in the castle.
Harry read the letter at a glance, and then briefly explained the content of the letter to Soul.
"Ron and the others were worried that the post office was not delivering the letter fast enough or that the letter was lost, so they asked the owl to write a letter and send it to me. They were going to pick me up at five o'clock on Sunday afternoon. I have been bored for more than a month, too Bravo!"
"So...since I still use an owl to send you a letter, why do I need to send you a letter through the 'normal way'?" Suer asked.
"Uh... maybe... uh..." Harry blinked, "Maybe I'm worried that Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia won't agree with me going to Ron's house? Yes! That's it."
"I don't know how Ron and the others are going to pick me up, drive a flying car? Or a Floo fan, whatever it is, I have to write a reply to Ron and ask them to come to this house to pick me up, Uncle Vernon The fireplace at home is sealed, it’s just a decoration.”
Harry muttered to himself and took a blank piece of paper to write a reply to Ron.
Su Er glanced at the seemingly underage little owl on the sofa. It probably wouldn't wake up for a while, so Su Er coughed lightly.
"We'll talk about writing a reply to Ron later, Harry. I think there's another thing that's more important now."
Harry looked up and blinked in confusion.
Soul rolled his eyes and moved the blank piece of paper away, revealing the letter he had just written a few lines on and was about to be sent to Principal Dumbledore.
"Oh, yes, yes, we still have to write a letter to Principal Dumbledore." Harry laughed a few times without any embarrassment.
Suer: This kid has such a big heart...
Harry picked up the pen and continued writing where he had been interrupted by Mrs. Weasley's letter, but he paused again after writing only a few words, with uncontrollable worry in his tone.
"Thul, tell me, will Principal Dumbledore not let me go to the Quidditch World Cup because of Voldemort?"
"I don't think so. Principal Dumbledore is not that rigid." Soul shook his head and added in his mind---
"However, I can't guarantee whether Old Bee will use you as bait for fishing and law enforcement..."
