The cold, clear light before dawn penetrated into the room accompanied by the chirping of birds, illuminating the bedroom and waking Harry up from his sleep as he curled up on the bed.
Summer vacation has begun. But for Harry, this summer vacation is more like a month-long detention: restricted behavior, restricted entertainment, and even restricted food! As a child who is less than fifteen years old, Harry is very
It's hard to understand why I have to go through such a difficult time every year.
He thought more than once that it would be great to stay at Hogwarts during the summer vacation. It would also be great to live at his godfather's house. He was really good at cleaning!
Although the Dursley's house is very clean and there are no weird magical animals, Harry still prefers to live in Sirius's house. It doesn't matter if it's a little dirty, messy, or has a lot of animals - maybe it's just Sirius' house.
He wouldn't give up living there until a few Dementors moved in, right? Harry felt that if he gave himself a summer vacation, he would definitely be able to tidy up that house.
There was also movement in the room next door to Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. The couple had been maintaining a very healthy schedule, going to bed early and getting up early, and were in great health.
Harry lay on the bed, rubbed his face, and tiptoed out of bed, but he still woke up Hedwig, who was catching up on her sleep. In the past few days, this owl was running around the UK, constantly delivering supplies to
In Harry's hands, it can be said that he has made great contributions.
Seeing that her master was getting up, Hedwig closed her eyes again.
Harry walked to the closet, stretched out, looked in the mirror and combed his hair, grabbed two pieces of clothing, put them on and went downstairs to have breakfast.
When they came to the kitchen, the three Dursleys were already sitting around the dining table. Uncle Vernon was looking attentively at the "Daily Mail" in his hand, while Aunt Petunia was cutting the tomatoes into slices.
Then put it on a plate.
From the time Harry entered the door until he sat down, no one raised his head to look at him. The Dursleys were trying hard to practice the skill of ignoring Harry and pretending there was no such person in the house. Coincidentally, this was exactly what Harry expected. Ha.
Leigh felt that it would be best if they could ignore him, and they could live together peacefully for a month, and then he would move to the Weasleys' house one month later.
Dally sat opposite Uncle Vernon. He could occupy the entire side of the square table by himself. Dieting these days seemed to have no effect, and his floor space seemed to be larger than usual. When Aunt Petunia cut up a small plate,
When the tomato was placed in front of him, he looked like a game character who had accumulated enough anger to use his ultimate move.
This is the inhumane cyclical activity of teenagers: losing weight. Only performance reporting can compare with this activity.
Looking at the tomato sashimi in front of him, Uncle Vernon heard a groan from his nose, and the dissatisfaction in his heart had reached its limit.
"Can't it be a normal breakfast?" he asked angrily.
At this time, Aunt Petunia was about to show her dignity. She gave Uncle Vernon a very serious look and pursed her lips at the refrigerator. Her meaning was very clear: this was all about the recipe and it was none of her business.
Uncle Vernon sighed, almost sighing out the soul in his body. He picked up the spoon and chewed, his beard trembling.
Dali and Harry didn't talk so much. They both started eating as soon as the tomatoes were put on the table. Dali was hungry, and Harry understood that if he ate slowly, he would lose his share.
It will also become Dali's food ration.
Although he was not short of food now, Harry still didn't want his cousin to take food from his bowl. This would be double the pain.
"At least have a cup of coffee!" Uncle Vernon was still unsatisfied after finishing his tomatoes. He wiped his mouth and wanted to drink something.
Of course there was coffee, but it was just pure black coffee without any sugar or milk. It made Uncle Vernon doubtful about his life.
"This is simply a potion." He frowned.
Less than half an hour after breakfast, the tomatoes in several people's stomachs were digested.
Uncle Vernon was sitting in the living room, flipping through his newspaper randomly. It would be a while before the TV show he liked to watch was broadcast, and he could only pass the boring time by reading the newspaper.
Jingle bell bell!
The phone rang suddenly, and Uncle Vernon walked to the phone in a swagger, answered the phone, and after chatting with the person on the other end of the phone for a few words, he hung up.
After putting down the phone, Uncle Vernon thought thoughtfully for a moment, and then roared angrily.
"These damn bastards actually asked me to go to the company now. How disgusting! Didn't their parents teach them not to disturb other people's holidays?" While complaining about his colleagues, Uncle Vernon changed his hands and feet neatly. He took off his clothes, gave Aunt Petunia a few words and then walked out of the house.
Outside the door, the car engine sounded, and Uncle Vernon drove away in his car.
"I went back to my room to play games!" Dali also walked away from the kitchen with heavy steps.
Harry also took advantage of everyone's confusion and slipped out of the kitchen. He returned to his bedroom, pried open the loose floorboard, and took out a buttery Swiss roll - a gift from Mrs. Weasley. The supplies that came over came with a large pile of meat pies. The old owl from the Weasley family almost died from the food.
Since summer has come, and there is not a good storage space under the floor, Harry naturally decided to give priority to getting rid of these things that could not be stored. After eating to his heart's content, he also took out a can of Coca-Cola and drank it, although it was not ice-cold Coke. But it's fun enough.
Harry's life as a child was quite comfortable.
When lunch time came, Uncle Vernon still couldn't handle the company's affairs well, so he had to let Aunt Petunia, Dally, and Harry eat first.
Facing the vegetable sticks, boiled chicken breast and low-fat garlic chili sauce, both Dali and Harry looked embarrassed, but driven by hunger, Dali still wolfed down the entire lunch. Harry's share of bida The profit is much less, so it is not difficult to eat cleanly.
After lunch, it’s lunch break time. British people don’t have the habit of taking a lunch break, but the Dursley family eats too healthily and easily gets hungry. Sleeping is a good choice at this time. So driven by hunger, the family Developed the habit of taking a lunch break.
Harry tossed and turned in his bed, unable to fall asleep. As the saying goes, a person's desires are endless when he is full and warm. After solving the basic problem of "eating full", Harry had to solve the problem of "eating well". .
He rolled over and sat up from the bed, his eyes burning.
I want to eat burgers... Give some monthly passes to the emperor who doesn't have burgers!