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Harry rubbed his ass, then got dressed and got up to leave the cupboard.

He made his way down the hallway to the kitchen.

As he passed by the dining table, he glanced at the setting on the table, which was almost piled up with Dalí's birthday presents, and it was clear that Dalí had received the new computer he had longed for the most, and as for the second TV and sports car, it was not worth mentioning. Dalí also wanted a race car, but that was a mystery to Harry, as Dalí was not only bloated, but also hated exercising.

Unless, of course, that workout is a fight. In this regard, his favorite thing is to use Harry as a punching bag, and although Harry looks delicate, he is very agile and it is not easy for Dali to hit him.

As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, he heard Aunt Penny's growl.

"You show me the bacon meat. If you dare to fry it, try it. I'm going to have Dalí's birthday and everything going well. "

Yes, Aunt Penny," Harry whispered.

"What's the matter, this screen has been blocking my view, but luckily Auntie doesn't seem to be able to see this!" Aunt

Petunia seemed to hear Harry muttering as she stepped away from the stove and walked past Harry.

"What are you talking about?" Auntie asked sharply again.

"Nothing, nothing.." Harry hurriedly walked over to the stove, staring at the bacon with his eyes on it. Aunt Petunia glared at Harry, turned to leave the kitchen and walked towards the living room.

Harry flipped through the group announcements with his mind as he casually rummaged through the bacon meat. Just as he was fascinated by it, he suddenly heard another familiar roar from behind him.

"Comb your hair!".

Harry was so frightened that he closed the chat group page, and after he read the group announcement, he had learned how to open and close the chat group.

He looked back, and sure enough, it was Aunt Vernon who had come to the kitchen, which was how he greeted Harry every time he saw him.

Almost once a week, when Uncle Vernon moved his gaze from his newspaper to Harry, he would yell at Harry, yelling that it was time for him to get a haircut. Harry had given more haircuts than all his classmates combined, but it didn't work at all, and his hair grew like crazy.

While Harry was frying eggs, Dalí came to the kitchen with his mother. Dali was more like Uncle Vernon: a large pink silver face, a short neck, a pair of watery blue eyes, and thick blonde hair flat against his thick chubby head.

Aunt Petunia often said that Dalí looked like a cherub, but Harry thought Dalí looked like a pig in a wig.

Harry placed plates of fried eggs and smoked meat on the table, which was not easy, as there was no room left for the table, and the table was almost full of gifts. Meanwhile, Dali is counting his birthday presents.

Dali's fat face was swollen red.

"Thirty-six in total," he said, looking up at his parents, "two fewer than last year."

"My dear, you haven't counted the great gifts that Aunt Maggie has given you. You see, under the big bag that your mom and dad gave you. "

Well, that's thirty-seven. Dali said, gasping for air.

Harry had sensed that Darley was about to lash out, so he devoured his portion of the bacon before he could overturn the table.

Aunt Penny apparently sniffed out the danger signal as well, and hurriedly spoke to comfort Dalí and offer compensation. Harry didn't pay attention to what they were saying, instead focusing on the chat group in front of him.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and the feeling of generously showing what they didn't have in front of the Dursleys made him feel a little happy.

It's a little secret that only the whole world knows about.

"Harry, Harry, what are you doing! Look here!" Harry

turned back to find Uncle Vernon glaring at him, and he began to continue his speech.

"Harry, you know, it's Dudley's birthday, so we're going to take him to the zoo, but unfortunately we don't have any relatives or neighbors willing to watch you for us, so we'll have to take you with you.

Harry's eyes lit up when he heard this, and his heart was a little excited, he also wanted to go to the zoo to have a look, but he quickly calmed down again, because compared to the zoo, he wanted to chat with Miss Lin Xi and Mr. Big Big Wolf in the chat group, maybe he could make two new friends there, and new friends from other worlds, his heart pounded when he thought of this.

So he hurriedly spoke: "I'm sorry, Uncle Vernon, I seem to have a little cold today, and I always get distracted, and I don't want to go anywhere, I just want to lie in the cupboard for a while."

Aunt Penny looked at Harry suspiciously, and then looked at Uncle Vernon, and Uncle Vernon immediately looked at Aunt Penny, although he also had some suspicions, but he did feel that Harry this morning seemed to be really more stunned than usual, and Dudley on the side was shaking Aunt Penny's arm happily, originally he was still crying because Aunt Vernon decided to take Harry to the zoo with him, but he didn't expect happiness to come so suddenly, Harry, the little thin man, was sick, this is really good, he hates Harry the most。

"Mom, you heard, Harry is not feeling well, so leave him at home to rest, and let's not take him out to play. Dali began.

Uncle Vernon glanced at Aunt Penny, and seeing that she had no objection, then stood up and walked up to Harry, brought his big face, red and purple from being too fat, to Harry, and said to him, "Listen, boy, I warn you again if we come back and find that you have broken anything, anything in the house. You're going to stay in your cupboard for me until Christmas!, do you hear me?

" Harry replied firmly, "I'm not going to do anything, really. Absolutely not.

However, Uncle Vernon didn't believe him, and glared at him fiercely, as if he had never believed Harry's words. The problem was that there were a lot of strange things that happened around Harry, and the Dursleys had seen a lot of scenes after adopting Harry for so many years.

There was nothing going to go wrong today, so I would sit quietly in my cupboard and talk to them!Harry

said to himself as he watched the Dursleys leave, washing the dishes.

After tidying up the table, Harry quickly ran back to the cupboard and closed the door without hesitation. On a regular basis, he might turn on the TV and watch his favorite show, or play with Dudley's new computer.

"Miss Lin Xi, Mr. Big Big Wolf, hello, my name is Harry Potter, I'm 10 years old this year, it's nice to meet you" After Harry entered these contents in the chat box, his face was a little hot, and his heart was pounding rapidly, although Miss Lin Xi's previous speech seemed to be friendly, but Harry was still a little apprehensive in his heart, would they accept themselves?

"Hello, Harry Potter, it's nice to meet you, I'm Big Big Wolf, almost 40 years old".

"Hello, Harry Potter, you can't just ask about the lady's age, but... Nice to meet you!".

Harry suddenly felt a little sour in his nose.