Mr. Wayne had caught the most prey, but Gugu, who was dragging a pheasant, had long since collapsed from exhaustion.
When it was about to take a good rest before continuing, the golden retriever it bullied last night came over wagging its tail.
They all picked it up in their mouths and started running.
"Cuckoo-" The only sound left at the scene was the scream of an owl.
When Vincent was counting on his fingers how much exercise he could get, a scene that almost made the three of them pop their eyes out occurred.
The big golden retriever holds a pheasant in its mouth, and on its back stands Gu Gu, gently flapping its little wings.
The weight loss plan failed again.
Are cats and dogs said to be natural enemies?
The battle between him and Gugu has been decided, but Eric and Mr. Wayne are not done yet.
It's just that no matter how fierce the battle is, Vincent is not in the mood to watch the battle now.
As the biggest winner, Gugu obviously no longer harbored hostility towards the big dogs after returning to the cabin.
By the time the two father and son came back with a full harvest, they were already playing and chasing each other outside the house.
Maybe Mr. Wayne won again and didn't talk to Eric with a black face anymore.
"Dad, why don't you move back to London so you can see us anytime."
"Farewell, the environment here is quite good, and occasionally young people who love adventure come over."
Seeing that their relationship was getting better, Vincent's original depressed mood disappeared.
If you are fatter, just be fatter. At the worst, you can invent some alchemy props that can assist flying.
Minimize the broomstick. If the power is insufficient, get a few more.
Now that everything is like this, there seems to be no need to be obsessed with the appearance of the broom.
There are many Muggle solo flying devices, but most of them are experimental products that exist in concepts.
Even the finished products are not perfect, each has more or less fatal flaws.
Jetpack?
Flying boots?
Flying cloak...
Who said that only Voldemort can fly on his own among wizards?
Vincent, who seemed to be giggling, helped his father and grandfather move the prey into the house, and then continued to sit quietly at the door.
This situation can only mean something good has happened.
When Eric moved the barbecue grill, he also went over to help with a smile.
"Dad, grandpa seems to like you much more. Did he lose again on purpose?"
"What does it mean to be intentional? I really can't compare to him."
The two father and son looked at each other and smiled.
Mrs. Wayne brought out the sauce and brush, and the old man also brought out the processed meat.
By the time Evelin took out the shaved barbecue skewers, the charcoal under the grill was already burning red.
I just caught a lot of prey, so I just had barbecue outside for lunch.
The old man picked up a large piece of venison shank and put it on the barbecue grill, "Remember to take more with you when you leave. Your mother and I can't eat so much."
Eric nodded guiltily, "Okay."
If he hadn't gone to Harry's birthday party tonight, he wouldn't have had the courage to walk into Bourne Forest yesterday.
Gugu seems to have become familiar with the big dogs, and they are all eagerly waiting to eat.
Vincent's scalp was numb when he saw it, so he could only speed up the cooking process and cook one tender and juicy barbecue after another.
It's not heavily seasoned, and the sauce isn't brushed with much, but the best thing is that the ingredients are fresh enough.
After a hearty meal, Gugu said goodbye to the big dogs.
Seeing its reluctant appearance, the Wayne family decided to spend the rest of the summer vacation here.
"Grandpa and grandma, are you coming to attend the ceremony where I am elected as the British youth representative of the Wizengamot?"
Mr. Wayne and Mrs. Wayne smiled and shook their heads.
"We are used to being quiet, so we can just read it in the newspaper."
Newspapers in the wizarding world can be subscribed and unsubscribed at any time, but the owls are sent to the Bourne Forest.
But if it can be like Gugu, it will soon fall in love with it.
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4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.
This house, whose entire roof was ripped off last year, no longer has an iron fence, and the lifeless brown and yellow exterior walls have been replaced with warm light red and warm yellow.
The small attic was expanded into a normal room, and the tables, chairs, beds and cabinets inside were all brand new.
Harry was sitting on the floor opening presents.
Although he had already opened it once before his birthday in the early morning, it was obvious that many wizards he didn't know had sent gifts.
In the previous twelve years, I couldn't receive it because of the Dursleys, but it will be different starting from this year.
Not only Dedalo Digg, whom he met when he was a child, but also Codoli, who shook hands with him warmly when he first went to the Leaky Cauldron, also prepared a gift.
Of course, many of them are unsigned.
For example, this is a crumpled greeting card that says "Happy Birthday" just barely legible.
It must have been a long journey, it looked like it had been soaked in water and dried in the sun.
It smells salty, and maybe it accidentally fell into the sea when it was delivered.
After sorting out the second round of gifts, it was already time for afternoon tea.
Under the "influence" of the Waynes, the Dursleys also developed this good habit.
Whether you are resting or at home, you must have a cup of hot black tea when the time comes.
Vernon, who took a day off specifically, bought snacks. Although most of them fell into Dudley's bulging belly, Harry still felt happier than ever before.
If there hadn't been last year's lawsuit, if he hadn't chosen to forgive...
"Ding dong——" The sound of the doorbell stopped him from thinking further.
"Dudley, go and open the door."
"Okay, Mum." Dudley took the tissue from Petunia and wiped his greasy hands and mouth.
The only people who came at this time were those attending my cousin's birthday party.
He pulled the door handle nervously.
one two three four five six seven eight nine……
Fortunately, it was not the family that I least expected to see.
But the bald man at the front looks familiar. He seems to be some Ministry of Magic commissioner who came last year.
A pair of red-haired twins suddenly squeezed in, pulling short black sticks held high in their hands.
"Harry, do you like our surprise?"
Countless colorful small fireworks shot out.
The Dursleys watched blankly as they gradually formed the words "Happy Birthday", and for a moment they both stared at Harry.
Probably remembering the lawsuit last year, they were hesitant to say anything and finally said nothing.
"Fred! George!" Molly grabbed one of their ears with one hand and said,
"I should have left you in Egypt so you wouldn't cause trouble to Harry."
Vernon stood up and waved his hand reluctantly, "Mrs. Weasley, this won't cause any trouble."
He winked at Harry and said, "Our family loves surprises, right, Harry?"
"That's right, we all like surprises."
A few days ago, Harry wrote a letter inviting the Weasley family to attend today's birthday party.
The reply was received in the early hours of the morning when I was opening gifts. Ron was particularly sorry to say that their family was still traveling in Egypt and had to be absent.
I didn't expect it to be fake, just to create a surprise.