Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

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Sure enough, when Harry heard about Sirius, Vernon’s little eyes were suddenly narrowed by fear.

"Well, you can go watch this damn, stupid, so-called broken World Cup. You write to the Weasleys family, they pick you up, remember. I don't have time to send you to send Go. You can stay there and finish the summer vacation.” Vernon said, “You may wish to tell your godfather and tell him that you are going. Right, write a letter to the Mason family and tell them. I support you in contact with him."

"I know!" said Harry happily.

He turned and walked toward the door of the living room, restraining the urge to cheer.

In the hall outside, he almost hit a big deal with Dudley.

Dudley had just hidden behind the door, apparently hoping to hear Harry being taught.

He couldn't help but be shocked when he saw Harry grinning.

"What a wonderful breakfast, isn't it?" Harry asked. "I am really full, what about you?"

Harry sneered at the horrified expression on Dudley's face, rushing up the stairs in three steps and rushing into his bedroom.

There, Hedwig was waiting for him with Avon’s reply.

On the ceiling, there was a little owl flying around the lamp on the ceiling, which was Ron's pig.

After sending the letter to Ai Wen, it took Ron another letter and followed Hedwig to Harry.

"Quiet!" said Harry.

Seeing him, the little owl swooped down and screamed in his mouth.

Harry first looked at the letter sent by the pig, very scribbled, it was Ron’s handwriting.

Regardless of whether Muggles are willing or not, we have to pick you up. You must not miss the World Cup, but Mom and Dad think it's best to pretend to ask for their opinions. If they agree, please send a letter to the piglet and we will pick you up at five o'clock on Sunday.

"Friday afternoon!" Harry looked at the calendar, it was tomorrow.

Just as the pig was pounding everywhere, Hedwig gently fell to Harry.

It seems to be done for the pig, what a real owl messenger should do, and its behavior is surprisingly steady.

Hedwig stretched out his leg and let Harry solve the reply from Evan tied to it.

Then, it gently licked Harry and screamed in a noble gesture and flew back into his cage.

Ai Wen’s words are very beautiful. The first explanation is about the dream. It is recommended that Harry practice brain closure.

Then they said that they will come to Dursley's house tomorrow afternoon and set off with Harry to go to the house.

Harry didn't know what the brain was, and he looked at Irving's advice strangely.

"Every night before going to bed, empty your brain?!" Harry read it puzzledly.

He looked at Ai Wen’s letter and confirmed that he was not mistaken!

"Empty your brain?!" Harry couldn't see how it helped.

Immediately, he noticed the following content, and Ai Wen and Hermione will come over tomorrow afternoon.

Harry decided not to think about the weird dreams and the strange suggestions of Avon for the time being, and the great joy is still going on.

He can leave the house as long as he can endure a day at the Dursley family.

Maybe this is the last time he returned here.

When Sirius recovers, he can move over and live forever and get rid of the Dursleys.

Harry smirked, picking up the quill and grabbing a clean parchment. He wrote on it: Ron, I have nothing wrong with it here, Muggle said I can come. I will see you at five o'clock tomorrow afternoon, I will wait until it is too late.

He folded the letter very small, and the little owl jumped up and down excitedly.

Harry took a lot of effort to put the letter on his lap, and the letter just got off, the owl set off.

It flew out of the window and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

At the same time, Harry wrote a letter to Ai Wen and Hermione. The content is similar, which is to explain the day.

"Hedwig, please trouble you to go to Avon again!" Harry paused. "And then go to Ron's house and wait for me, understand?"

Hedwig screamed lowly, and he bite Harry's finger gently.

Then, unfolding the huge wings, making a soft squeak, and flying lightly out of the open window.

Harry watched it disappear into the air, turned back to drill underneath, opened the loose floor and pulled out a large piece of cake.

He sat down on the floor and ate it, enjoying the joy of surging.

He has a cake to eat, and Dudley has nothing but grapefruit.

It was a sunny summer day, he will leave the Nuwa Road tomorrow, his scars will be fully restored, and he will go to see Sirius and watch the Quidditch World Cup.

At such a moment, Harry is very difficult to worry about why things, even Voldemort can not destroy his joy.

The next morning, Avon and Hermione packed their bags early.

With the help of the little elf Dobby at home, their stuff was quickly sent to the Weasley home.

Ai Wen and Hermione originally planned to go to the Dursleys, but his father had to send them to the past.

More than two o'clock in the afternoon, like the dinner two years ago, Ai Wen's father's car smoothly heard the front door of No. 4 Nvwa Road.

It looks exactly the same as before, just a little more worn out.

"We are here!" Ai Wen whispered.

"Is this Harry's widow's aunt's house?!" Hermione asked curiously, she was here for the first time.

In the past few years, she has heard Harry say countless stories about the Desley family.

Hermione knew what kind of people they were and how they treated the wizard.

She carefully looked at the house and looked for Harry, but she did not see anything.

Harry didn't come out, but the Dursleys waited outside the door early.

They came out to meet Mr. Mason and it looked polite.

Mr. Dursley wore his best suit with a stubborn smile on his face and looked very weird.

Beside him, it was Harry's aunt Penny, her face was not very friendly.

"Welcome, Mr. Mason!" said Mr. Desley, unnaturally glanced at Evan and Hermione. "It is a great honour for you to visit again. Come in for a cup of afternoon tea."

Several people politely took a few words before they went in.

As in the impression of Ai Wen, the house was cleaned up and the furniture was polished.

However, there are more and more toys related to Dali, but there are still no traces of Harry's existence.

"Where is Harry?" Aiwen asked.

There are still more than two hours from the agreed time, they are coming early!

"Oh, he is in his room upstairs!" Mr. Dursley said disgustingly, "You can go find him."

In his view, it is the worst thing to have three evil little wizards meet in their own house.

However, looking at Mr. Mason's face, he did not express this sentiment. (To be continued.)