I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 178 Harry's Birthday Party

It was impossible for Harry to call Louis in the middle of the night. After all, he knew that Louis was angry about getting up. If he quarreled with this guy, he might suffer something.

The next morning, Harry went downstairs to breakfast when he found the three of the Dursleys already sitting at the kitchen table, watching a brand new TV set in honor of him and Dudley. A present for home for the summer—or so my uncle told him.

Dudley had been complaining loudly that the refrigerator in the living room was too far from the TV, and that Dudley spent most of the summer in the kitchen, staring at the screen with his little greedy eyes, Filling things into the mouth constantly, the five layers of jaws are constantly trembling.

Harry sat down between Uncle Vernon and Cousin Dudley. Uncle Vernon seemed to be a little fatter again. It was really not easy to sit between him and Cousin Dudley. Thanks to him relatively thin.

There seemed to be something extra in breakfast today. When Harry looked carefully, it was a blueberry pie and a few pieces of bacon, which were his favorite things.

"Happy birthday, Harry." Uncle Vernon's big hand patted his bony shoulders, almost knocking him apart along with the stool.

Aunt Petunia also came over with a plate of sausages, and joined Dudley in wishing him a happy birthday.

This made Harry somewhat flattered, after all, it was the first time in 13 years that the family wished him a happy birthday.

"Thank you, thank you." Harry's eyes sparkled, and this was the thing he hoped for the most.

He took the plate of blueberry pie, saw Dudley's eager eyes, hesitated for a moment and gave him half a piece.

"Thank you, Harry." Dudley was not too surprised, but he knew that his little cousin was soft-hearted.

Harry took a bite of the blueberry pie and turned to look at the TV, where the announcer was in the middle of a report about a fugitive criminal.

"The public must be aware that Blake is armed and extremely dangerous. We have set up a special hotline. Anyone who knows Blake's whereabouts must report it immediately."

"Don't tell us he's up to no good," snorted Uncle Vernon, glaring at the prisoner over the top of the newspaper he was reading: "Look at his goodness, his dirty look, and his expression." , it doesn’t look like a good person.”

Harry looked at the Blake on the screen, and it was true. His face was covered with dirty dirt, his beard was not shaved, and his hair seemed to have not been washed for a long time, as if it was matted together.

The newscaster reappeared on the screen at this time: "The Minister of Agriculture and Fisheries will announce today—"

"Go on!" growled Uncle Vernon, staring furiously at the announcer. "You haven't told us where the madman escaped from! What's the use of that? The madman may be coming down this street." Already!"

Harry knew that his uncle was quite afraid of death.

"Uh, Uncle Vernon..." Harry called out to his uncle at this moment, watching him look at him angrily with fear.

After all, no one will be happy if anger is interrupted.

But Harry's next sentence made a 180-degree turn in Uncle Vernon's expression and attitude.

"Can I use the phone?" Harry asked with some hesitation: "You know, today is my birthday, and my classmate Louis asked me if I could come to my birthday party..."

"Your classmate, Louis?" Uncle Vernon's voice raised an octave, like a cat whose tail has been stepped on: "It's Your Highness? Then what are you waiting for? My Harry, please come to your house for a birthday party But what we should do, you should call immediately!"

"Ah... I suggest waiting, Louis usually wakes up late..." Harry reminded cautiously.

"Oh, I didn't think it through, Harry." Uncle Vernon's eyes almost lost the smile, he pinched Harry's face, and said with a smile: "You still think it through, Petunia, today's dinner It must be rich, very rich..."

"Oh, by the way, uncle." Harry finally revealed the dagger hidden in the map of Yan Kingdom, which is Hogsmeade's signature form, and handed it to Uncle Vernon: "The school said that third graders can go to this place on weekends." Hogsmeade, but the guardian's signature is required..."

Without saying a word, Uncle Vernon turned around and took out a ballpoint pen from a corner, and signed his name on the application form in a fluttering manner.

"We should care about the growth of young people, shouldn't we?" Uncle laughed until his eyes disappeared, then he stood up and said, "I'd better leave right away, Petunia, Maggie's train will arrive at ten o'clock. "

Harry was still immersed in the joy of getting the signature, but he couldn't help being startled when he heard this sentence, and he came back to reality unhappily, "Aunt Maggie?" He blurted out: "She-uh, she is Do you want to come here?"

Maggie is Uncle Vernon's sister. Although she has nothing to do with Harry, according to the etiquette of relatives, Harry still wants to call her aunt.Aunt Marge lived in the country, with a big garden around the house, where she kept her dogs, and she didn't come here very often, but every time she did, it left Harry with terrible memories that lasted forever, really Cast a big shadow over his little heart.

"Maggie will stay here for a week." Uncle Vernon looked indifferent, turned to look at Harry, and comforted him: "Don't worry, Maggie will only stay here for a few days, she will definitely not be too It's too difficult for you."

Look at what this said, Harry wouldn't believe it if he killed him, and Aunt Marge, who always looked down on him against him, would let him go.

After calling Louis, Harry sat there emoing a little unhappy. He really didn't like Aunt Marge.

But he didn't emo for a long time. After a while, Aunt Petunia called him and asked him to go downstairs to meet the guests.

After standing there for about two or three minutes, there was the sound of small stones being creaked and pressed. It was Uncle Vernon's car driving back to the driveway in front of the door, and then there was the sound of the car door closing, and Footsteps on the garden path.

Aunt Petunia opened the door, and Aunt Marge stood on the threshold. She looked very much like Uncle Vernon, stocky, with a thick purple face, and even a little stubble, though not as heavy as Uncle Vernon.She carried a huge suitcase in one hand, and Lippie, a grumpy old dog, tucked under her arm in the other.

After making out with Dudley, he slipped him a brand new twenty pound note.Harry took the heavy box and took as long as possible to move it upstairs. His current state of mind is like an ostrich, and it would be good to sit with her later and exchange pleasantries.

But the happy time is always very short, and it is impossible for him to move for a day.When they returned to the kitchen, Aunt Marge had already eaten fruitcake and drank tea, and Lippi was licking the food in the corner. Harry saw the disgust flashing in Aunt Petunia's eyes—Aunt Petunia Those who hate all kinds of animals can be said to treat them equally.

But looking at Aunt Petunia's appearance, it seemed that she dared not speak out.This elder aunt's family is superior, and she often rides on her head to do her best. Ever since she got Harry, she never targets her every time she comes here. Thinking of this, she suddenly feels Feeling a little sorry for Harry.

Harry was in a better mood now, it turned out that his aunt wasn't targeting Hedwig either...

Just as he sat down, Lippi started barking, and Aunt Marge turned her attention to Harry for the first time.

"So! You're still here, aren't you!" Aunt Marge asked angrily.

"Yes." Harry replied lifelessly, using Snape's attitude in this sentence.

Harry swears to God, he feels that Snape's attitude is not bad sometimes, at least at this time, it's too...

So cool, Professor Snape, I, Harry Potter, want to kiss you face to face!
"Don't say 'yes' in that ignorant tone!" Maggie snarled, "Vernon and Petunia are really good enough to take you in, if I don't, if someone throws you At my gate, you have already directly entered the local orphanage."

Harry thought it would be nice if my mother went to the orphanage.

But he was so angry in his heart that he still had a smile on his face, and Professor Snape's signature smile was once again on his face.

"Don't smirk at me!" Aunt Maggie said in a trembling voice, "I can see that you haven't made much progress since I saw you last time. I hope the school can force you, an inhuman little bastard, to learn some manners." At this point, she swallowed a big mouthful of tea, wiped her stubble, and said, "Vernon, I forgot again, where did you send him?"

"The Royal Academy of Westminster." Uncle Vernon said immediately.

"Oh, Westminster Royal Academy..." Aunt Maggie repeated in a low voice, as if talking to herself, and then raised her voice an octave: "What? You sent him to Westminster?" The Royal Sturt Academy? God..."

I thought Harry would be thankful that he could go to an ordinary public school, but who would have thought that he could go to such a good school?Or number one or two...

"Are you crazy, Vernon, to send him to such a good school, but let my precious Dudley..." Aunt Maggie reprimanded Uncle Vernon, spitting all over the place.

Uncle Vernon endured his sister's lion's roar, and waited until she finally stopped, before continuing: "Actually, Harry's father has a very good relationship with a Highness, not only Harry, but also our family. Thanks to his father, he made a lot of money..."

Aunt Maggie opened her mouth and remained silent for a long time.

I thought Harry was an orphan whose parents died, but I thought this is a returning dragon king?

Even Lipi, who was gnawing on the meat and bones, set up his front paws again, and looked at the promising young man in front of him that he had bitten.

Just when the atmosphere was suddenly silent, the doorbell rang suddenly, and Harry stood up with amnesty: "It seems that Louis is here, I will go to open the door."

"Go, go, don't keep His Highness waiting..." Uncle Vernon said hastily, and urged everyone to get up and greet the distinguished guests.

Maggie stood up reluctantly, and asked Vernon quietly: "Vernon, the Highness you are talking about is..."

"Oh my God, of course it's His Royal Highness, the Duke of Cambridge, His Majesty's nephew..." Aunt Petunia said hastily, with a hint of honor—this is my nephew's friend.

Harry opened the door, and was pleasantly surprised to find not only Louis in front of him, but also classmates who had a good relationship in Hogwarts, including Catherine, Hermione, Neville, Hannah of Hufflepuff, Ravenc Law's Justin, who even saw his nemesis Malfoy.

"Happy birthday, Harry," they all said in unison.

Harry was stunned for a moment, the circles of his eyes were red, and tears welled up from their sockets, pattering down on the ground.

"Damn it, Pot, how do you look like a woman..." Draco complained to Harry in disgust.

At this moment, even Draco was so cute in his eyes, he hurriedly greeted the students to come in, this is good, the originally spacious room, because of the arrival of the students, it seems a little cramped.

"Your Highness." The family saluted Louis and Diana. Aunt Maggie was unwilling at first, but after seeing Diana, she still didn't hold back and began to salute in a hurry.

Looking at the lively living room, Aunt Maggie felt a strong dissatisfaction in her heart. She poked Vernon in private and planned to leave here.

Seeing Harry live so well was worse than her sleeping in a pigsty.

Naturally, Vernon couldn't be happier. Since his family's conditions have gotten better and better, he doesn't like to see his sister who is usually domineering because of her money.

If it weren't for the face of relatives' etiquette, who would be willing to endure such a bad temper?

After Maggie left, a happier smile appeared on Harry's face, and he became that heartless idiot at school again.

Fools are fools, as the old saying goes.

The only regret was that the Weasleys were on vacation in Egypt and couldn't come here to attend his birthday party.If the Weasley twins were there, it must be very lively.

Out of the corner of Harry's eye, he saw a big black dog clinging to the window, staring at him intently. Yes, Harry felt that the big dog was staring at him.

really weird……

Before he could take another look, the big dog was shooed away through the window by Aunt Petunia.

He turned his head and found that Uncle Vernon was talking enthusiastically with Louis, and thanks to Louis talking so much, he was able to continue the chat with him.Looking to the side again, he saw Dudley was looking at Hermione with blurred eyes-this startled him, and when he looked carefully again, oh, what Dudley was looking at was not Hermione, but the cauldron cake in Hermione's hand. There are licorice wands.

It turned out that when Louis and the others came, they brought a lot of snacks from the magic world.Harry saw Bibby's multi-flavored beans lying aside, so he went over to them, opened them up, and handed Dudley a handful of them.

"Cousin, would you like to try this delicious bean candy?"

Harry's smile changed from a big fool to a little fox in an instant. If Petunia saw it at this time, she might think of that funny James.

(End of this chapter)