A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

When Harry appeared in the kitchen, none of the three Dursleys looked at him, and no one mentioned his birthday. This was just what Harry wanted. He didn’t want Uncle Fernon’s stinky socks at all. One bad birthday gift is enough.

Uncle Fernon was reading the newspaper, Aunt Petunia was cutting dry grapefruit, and his cousin Dudley—he slumped the fat on his arm on the table, his entire face was angrily.

Since Dudley came back with a shameful report card and full of fat, his good days have come to an end. In fact, he can still struggle a bit. As long as a few tears fall, Aunt Petunia will He shed tears empathetically, then quickly compromised and agreed to all the conditions of Dudley.

This is his specialty. However, below the transcript are a few words carefully filled in by the Smeating School nurse, which reminds the two parents tactfully that if Dudley continues to get fat, it will affect his health, and the school’s clothing library is no longer suitable for him. Size clothes too.

The nurse also intimately attached a weight loss recipe. At Aunt Petunia’s insistence, in order to take care of Dudley’s emotions, the whole family had to follow this new diet system together. The effect was obvious. Uncle Fernon’s The chin was small, which made his beard look flowing and fluffy a lot.

But Harry didn't care at all, even before he received his birthday present, he would go to Sirius to make up a breakfast. Now he couldn't wait to imagine the question of where Sirius would take him to play. Sirius recently bought a motorcycle, and he saw a trace of Hagrid in his godfather's obsessive eyes.

"Grapefruit again!"

Dudley said angrily that he had inherited Uncle Fenon's small eyes and figure perfectly.

Harry thought happily. He sniffed the tasteless things on his plate, and couldn't help but burp. Just now, he ate two large pieces of butter cake, which is a bit supportive now.

"My dear?" Aunt Petunia said very patiently, "We said yes, we must follow the weight loss recipe sent by the school nurse—"

But Dudley didn't listen at all. He finished his part in two bites, staring at Harry's plate with small eyes-even though the grapefruit was much smaller than his own. Immediately his eyes fell on Harry's lips, where there were suspicious food traces.

"He hid the food." Dudley said affirmatively, holding out a carrot-like finger.

Harry hurriedly wiped his mouth, and after touching the sticky cream, he realized that he was careless.

"What?" Aunt Petunia asked puzzledly.

However, Dudley stared at Harry greedily, as if he were a piece of butter cake or something. Harry was overshadowed. He faced a difficult choice. If Dudley really wanted to grab his cake, Should he take out his wand and threaten him?

‘There is no Sirius here, no spare magic wands, and no excuses. If magic is used, the Ministry of Magic will directly locate itself...’

At this moment, a loud horn sounded outside the door, followed by the roar of a motorcycle idling. Uncle Fernon exploded all at once, and he shouted angrily: "It's that **** murderer, scum... Can't you be quiet!"

Aunt Petunia looked around in horror, worried, worried that a neighbor would notice this scene.

"Sirius is not a murderer," Harry said coldly.

"Then let... that damn... guy... stop!" Uncle Fernon gritted his teeth, and the veins on his face burst out. Harry was a little scared, and he walked to the window sternly. Waved to Sirius.

The sound of the horn stopped.

Aunt Petunia was gasping, seeming to have been holding her breath. Harry stood hesitantly on the spot, not knowing whether to mention his birthday or not. He didn't think it was necessary to do so. Aunt Petunia gave Harry a hard look. , And Uncle Fernon couldn't help it anymore, "What are you waiting for? It disappears from my eyes immediately!" he roared.

At this time, Dudley also inserted, "Your godfather... that Sirius is waiting for you."

This sentence seems to be more powerful than Sirius’s horn. Uncle Fernon and Aunt Petunia looked at Dudley in surprise. They never mentioned Sirius’s name. "Hippie", "Murder" or simply "Hippies are coming to you."

Harry's mind turned quickly, his eyes met Dudley, and he suddenly understood what Dudley's calculations were. He said in a hurry, "I'll go upstairs to get something—"

He returned to his room, stuffed the books and salutes he had brought back from school to the bottom of the bed, and then looked at the pile of sweets and snacks on the bed, feeling worried. There are three big cakes side by side on the table, one of which has been opened.

After a few seconds, Harry thought of a good idea. He took out the Golden Snitch that Sirius had given him from his pocket and filled it with all the snacks and candies, but when he was loading the cake, he encountered some trouble and could only barely put one in.

He had to stuff the remaining two cakes under the bed and hide them behind the gift box. After all this was done, Harry clapped his hands with satisfaction, and if Dudley sneaked in, he would get nothing. Under normal circumstances, there is no such worry, because the Dursley family regards his room as a hotbed for spreading the plague, and even speeds up when passing by.

But as far as he knows, hungry animals are the most dangerous and irrational. In other words, hungry pigs are the same.

Before leaving the house, Harry hesitated. Uncle Fernon had already yelled from underneath. Before he could think about it, he opened the Golden Snitch and shook out a handful of snacks, a crucible cake, a bee candy, and a mess. s things. Without taking a closer look, he put these candies in a conspicuous position.

Hurrying downstairs, Uncle Fernon pointed to the open door and said nothing. When Harry passed the table, he saw that the quarter of the grapefruit on his plate had disappeared. He grinned and walked out of the room.

Sirius had been waiting for a long time, he was leaning on a very imposing motorcycle, the exhaust vent let out a low roar. Harry sat in the back seat, Sirius started his motorcycle, and the speed quickly picked up. The wind was whizzing around Harry's hair, Privet Road was going away behind him, and Harry shouted excitedly: "Where are we going?" "

"London." Sirius roared, "I have prepared the overall plan."

...

They played happily for a whole day, traveling a little bit of London, and nearing evening, Sirius took him for a ride by the Thames, the water was reflected in the golden glow, and Harry was still carrying a belly of steak and oysters.

At seven o’clock in the evening, they returned to Privet Drive, but Harry didn’t want to go back so early. When Sirius invited him to play Wizard Chess, he readily agreed~www.readwn.com~ Harry beat himself mercilessly His godfather played three games, forcing Sirius to mess up the chessboard, so they had to lie down on the sofa and watch TV together.

It dragged on until nearly ten o'clock when Mrs. Figg knocked on the door next door and complained that their voices were too noisy, and Harry realized that he should go back.

The light at No. 4 Privet Road was still on, which made Harry a little puzzled. When he opened the door, he saw Uncle Fernon and Dudley squeezed on the sofa to watch the game. He was relieved. It was not what he thought. That way, Harry deliberately paid attention to the expression on Dudley's face, turning his head guiltily away.

"Go back to your room and don't bother Petunia." Uncle Fernon whispered.

Harry went back to the room and opened the door. The pile of snacks was gone. He hurriedly checked under the bed again. The cake was intact.

He thinks too much...

Harry suddenly realized that Dudley couldn't bend at all, let alone tuck himself under the bed and he would get stuck in it. While lying on the bed, Harry couldn't help but think back to today's memory, and had to say that this was his best birthday.