International students at Hogwarts

Chapter 285 It's really wise for me to seal this fireplace
And so, after anger, quarrels, and tears, a new diet was instituted.Aunt Petunia prepared three meals a day for the family in strict accordance with the weight-loss recipe sent by the nurse at Smelting School. The diet included only fruits, vegetables, and what Uncle Vernon called "junk food."

The city gate catches fire and the pond fish, and Aunt Petunia insists the whole family follow that recipe, so Uncle Vernon suffers.Of course, Harry wasn't immune - but he had his tricks.At the moment, Harry took his quarter of a grapefruit from Aunt Petunia, his share being smaller than Dudley's.Aunt Petunia seemed to think that the best way to keep Dudley's spirits up was to make sure he at least ate more than Harry.

But that was exactly what Harry wanted: he didn't want to eat fruit and vegetables every day, and he was lucky to eat less.

Harry has his own cleverness: he's not on a diet!
When Harry got wind that he might be living on carrots, boiled cauliflower, and grapefruit all summer, he sent a distress letter to all his friends, and then Harry came to the rescue.Hedwig brought back a big box from Hermione's house, which was filled with sugar-free snacks - eat it at ease, even if you don't brush your teeth after eating, you won't get cavities. This is a professional dentist's recommendation. A bag full of self-made rock cakes can be used as a portable weapon by Harry.Mrs. Weasley sent out Errol, the family's old owl, to bring Harry a huge cake and mince pies of various flavors.At the finale, Lu Ren even brought him a strategic reserve set meal - other people's food can't be stored for too long, the hot summer will accelerate the speed of food spoilage, but Lu Ren's food will not!
He gave Harry a jar of honey, a jar of candied fruit, a large bag of beef jerky, a jar of pickles, a stack of naan, and some bacon. He believed that these foods, in addition to the naan, could be stored until Voldemort was delivered by him. to reincarnate.

Not only that, on Harry's birthday, Lu Ren, Hermione, Ron, Hagrid and Sirius sent him a total of five big cakes.Until now, there are still two and a half cakes left unfinished - if it weren't for Ron and Lu Ren's cakes with the spell to block the air, these cakes would have been spoiled long ago.

So at this point Harry was eating his share of grapefruit without complaint, while looking forward to getting back upstairs for a real breakfast.As for lunch, he is used to eating dry meat sandwiched with baked naan, served with candied pickles, and he can nibble on some beef jerky as a snack after eating.He felt that the things Lu Ren sent were quite practical, but a bit wasteful.

At this moment the doorbell rang--this was unusual, one would not normally visit the Dursleys without saying hello.Uncle Vernon went to find out, and Dudley took the opportunity to steal his father's leftover grapefruit. In the face of hunger, even fruit is very attractive to Dudley.

There was faint laughter at the door, and 1 minute later, Uncle Vernon returned with anger and a letter.

"You, go to the living room with me, right now!" He shouted at Harry, it was obvious that he couldn't suppress his inner anger.

Confused, Harry followed Uncle Vernon into the living room and watched Uncle Vernon slam the door shut.

Uncle Vernon walked to the fireplace in three steps at a time, turned around and faced Harry: "Very good, very good!"

Harry really wanted to ask: "What's good?" But he was sensible, and now Uncle Vernon had three layers of anger buffs: the anger of getting up early in the morning, and the persistent anger of starving for a holiday There is also the unknown and inexplicable incident that happened just now, and it is absolutely useless to provoke him at this time.So Harry put on a very innocent look of confusion.

"It's just delivered," Uncle Vernon regained his sanity a little in the face of Sirius, and he handed Harry a piece of purple letter paper, "your letter."

Harry: ? ? ?
Someone who knew him really sent a letter to the Dursleys through the postman?
Uncle Vernon glared at Harry, then read the contents of the letter, which was mainly an invitation letter from the Weasleys to Harry to watch the Quidditch World Cup.

But everything seems to be broken in the last sentence, Mrs. Weasley wrote at the end of the letter: I hope we put enough stamps.

Uncle Vernon pulled out an envelope that Harry had nearly slammed: it was covered with stamps everywhere, leaving only a small square of one inch square on the front, and Mrs. Weasley, in tiny handwriting, The address of the Dursleys' was written in small letters.

Vernon fell silent for a brief moment, and finally he made a decision: "You, hurry up, go to see this damn, stupid, that... World Cup, and let that Weasley family pick you up."

He used great effort to say such a sentence, which had never been possible to come out of his mouth before.Uncle Vernon seemed exhausted: "Okay, go upstairs!"

He tried hard to restrain his urge to cheer, turned and walked towards the door of the living room, and finally ran up the stairs in three steps at a time, and rushed into his bedroom.

In the bedroom, he saw Hedwig who had returned from a release, and asked it to send a reply.Next, he got under the bed, pulled out a large piece of birthday cake he had stashed, and sat down on the floor to eat it.

Summer, cake, Quidditch, leaving the Dursleys early, not even Voldemort could spoil his joy.

Harry packed his things five hours early the next day.

In the residence at No. 4 Zhenlu, the atmosphere was extremely tense.Just the thought of having a bunch of weird wizards visiting their home made the Dursleys jittery and jittery.

Uncle Vernon had put on his best suit—not as a sign of welcome but to make himself appear poised and domineering.

It was five o'clock, and Uncle Vernon in a suit and leather shoes was already sweating slightly, but the Weasleys didn't come.

"Probably stuck in traffic..." Harry explained.

"Ha, do wizards also get stuck in traffic?!"

As a result, the Weasleys didn't show up until 05:30, and Harry himself began to lose his composure. He could hear Uncle Vernon complaining, and he was muttering: "It's far worse than Black, etc." if.

But suddenly, there was a strange noise from the fireplace.

The fireplace in the Dursleys' house was sealed up due to the incident three years ago, and a fake charcoal stove was replaced.At this moment, from behind the fireplace came a heavy banging and grinding sound—someone was behind.

"It's really wise of me to seal up the fireplace!" growled Uncle Vernon, who never imagined that wizards could emerge from his fireplace: he thought it was a wise choice for him to seal up the fireplace.

(End of this chapter)