Chapter 266: The End of Summer, 23 Things About the Dursleys (Happy National Day)

The hottest day of the summer so far is coming to an end.

The Muggle streets, with their big, square houses, were shrouded in a sleepy silence.

The lush green grass was burned yellow by the hot summer, and due to the severity of the drought, few people used the hose to water it.

And Devon, Little Whinging, Privet Drive.

One of the famous grudge boys was rummaging through the trash for newspapers.

Penny and Vernon couldn't understand why Harry only watched the news every day. After all, a fifteen-year-old child in England should be accompanied by cartoons and the Premier League.

Unable to bear the consequences, Penny and Vernon mocked their nephew for suddenly paying attention to the news.

Harry had no choice but to hide under the flower bed and eavesdrop on the news.

"Today's celebrities are so exaggerated that even the smallest things will be reported over and over again," Penny criticized.

"Those neighbors are also wasting water every day, and these workers are on strike every day. If it were me, I would make them lose their jobs forever."

As a middle-class couple, Vernon and Peggy obviously have different views on the news on TV.

Harry, who was outside the window, saw the TV start playing the sound of a parrot paddling in the water, and thought there was nothing interesting to listen to afterwards, so he got up and left.

Mundungus, who was assigned by Dumbledore to protect Harry, used Apparition to escape because of a problem with selling stolen goods.

The fluctuations in space and the explosions made Harry alert. He jumped up and took out his wand.

Then, his head hit the windowsill and a big bump appeared.

"Come in." Hearing the noise, Vernon opened the window, thinking that it was Harry who was playing tricks and wanted to catch him into the house.

However, during the struggle, Harry suddenly felt a pain in the scar on his head.

Vernon felt a current of electricity running through his nephew, causing him to loosen his grip.

"Enough, what are you doing? Why are you sneaking around all day long?" Vernon got angry.

"Listen to the news," Harry replied.

"Heh, there should be no news for people like you."

Petunia moved closer to Harry, leaning down and speaking to him.

"We are not stupid. Don't think we don't know. Those plague birds are probably sending you messages."

"Oh, you're not stupid, this is actually news." Harry said sarcastically.

After the quarrel, Harry returned to his dormitory angrily and kicked the cabinet hard.

Then he got a sore head and a sore foot.

In order to get better information, Harry even spent money to subscribe to the Daily Prophet.

He only looked at the front page every time, hoping that the Ministry of Magic would disclose the news about Voldemort in time, but unfortunately his hopes were doomed to fail.

Outside the house, the sound of an owl was heard again.

A grey owl suddenly crashed into the window. It was the Weasley family owl.

Harry, who had been in a state of panic throughout the summer vacation, was looking forward to what news the owl would bring him.

When I opened the letter, there was a chocolate cake and a letter inside.

Harry couldn't wait to unfold the letter and read it.

'We can't say much about that....We were told not to mention anything important as we might be intercepted.....We are very busy....Hope to see you soon.'

Harry still failed to gain any information from the letter, and he also saw from between the lines that Ron and Hermione seemed to be very close.

The two of them were doing something secretly, and the friendship between the three was really crowded. Even Harry felt alienated even though he was far away in Privet Drive.

This strange feeling made Harry so angry that he threw the chocolate cake into the trash can, and the diet meal in the evening made Harry regret it.

The next day, Harry wandered around the park helplessly.

He felt that this year's summer vacation was terrible, as a warrior who escaped from the gates of hell.

He rummaged through the trash for newspapers every day and wandered through Afu's dreams every night, dreaming many times that Aiden was killed.

He had to endure Penny's white food every day, couldn't receive any news, threw away the chocolate himself, and the Warriors' investment in the Gemini's joke shop didn't produce any results.

Harry was full of resentment throughout the summer vacation, but fortunately he had a unique way to vent.

And Dudley, who was far away with his younger brothers, had evolved from a baby whale into a young strong man after a year of dieting.

He took up boxing and won medals in school boxing competitions.

During this holiday, he told the Dursleys that he was going to study and drink tea with his classmates.

In fact, he led his little brothers to destroy public property, bully children, punch playgrounds, and kick kindergartens.

At this moment, Dudley once again walked towards Harry with his brothers.

Dudley's steps were vigorous, and he was followed by a group of younger brothers, setting an example.

"Oh, isn't this our little Dada? Where is he going?" Harry teased.

"Hey, who are you?", "How do you talk to our brother D?"......

The gangsters behind Dudley immediately stood up for him.

It was obvious that Harry knew that Dudley was afraid of him, but Dudley's brothers didn't know that Dudley was afraid of Harry, and Harry knew that Dudley's brothers didn't know that Dudley was afraid of Harry.

Therefore, every time Harry laughed at Dudley, he could see Dudley's expression change from anger to uneasiness and then to a dilemma for the sake of face.

This is a rare entertainment activity for Harry during the summer vacation.

"Shut up!" Dudley yelled at Harry.

"Are you out bullying kids again today? Nine or ten years old?" Harry teased.

"They deserved it!" said Dudley angrily.

"Why is that? Has anyone said you look like a pig standing up again?" Harry continued to laugh.

"You...you." Dudley was so angry that he spoke incoherently.

"Hey, that's not an insult to you, because it's the truth." Harry's green eyes revealed pleasure.

Dudley, who was cornered, fought back and said,

"Well, you're the only one who knows how to say that. After all, I'm not like some people who howl with ghosts every night. At least I'm not afraid of my pillow."

"Hahahahahaha" the thugs behind Dudley began to taunt Harry.

"Don't kill Aiden. Who is Aiden? Your boyfriend?" Dudley counterattacked.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up." Harry rushed forward angrily and put his wand against Dudley's chin.

"Hahahaha, little wooden stick." The thugs next to him wanted to mock him again.

But at this moment, the sky was suddenly covered by thick clouds, the sunlight disappeared into the clouds, and the entire park became dim.

Strong winds blew around, blowing the confetti on the ground into the air.

"What did you do!" Dudley asked tremblingly.

"I don't know!" Harry looked around nervously.

"It looks like a storm is coming", "Let's go, Brother D".....

The gangsters around called out to Dudley, but they had no intention of waiting for him and scattered in all directions.

Soon, rain fell from the sky. Harry and Dudley had no choice but to run and hide under a bridge to avoid the rain.