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Chapter 435: Evan’s Visit
🕑 Added 2019-03-31 07:10:53 +0000 UTCSure enough, when Harry mentioned Sirius, the pupils of Vernon’s tiny eyes contracted with sudden fear.
"Alright! You can go to this ruddy, stupid, so-called World Cup. You write and tell these Weasleys, they’re to pick you up, mind. I haven’t got time to go dropping you off all over the country. And you can spend the rest of the summer vacation there.” Vernon said, “You may wish to write to your godfather and tell him that you are going. By the way, write a letter to the Mason's kid and tell them that I support your contacts with him."
"I know!" said Harry happily.
He turned and walked toward the living room door, fighting the urge to jump into the air and whoop.
Outside the hall, he nearly ran into Dudley, who had been lurking behind the door, clearly hoping to overhear Harry being told off.
He looked shocked to see the broad grin on Harry’s face.
"That was an excellent breakfast, wasn’t it?" Harry asked. "I feel really full, don’t you?"
Laughing at the terrified look on Dudley’s face, Harry took the stairs three at a time, and hurled himself back into his bedroom.
There, Hedwig was waiting for him with Evan’s reply.
On the ceiling, there was a little owl flying around the ceiling lamp, which was Ron's Pig.
After delivering the letter to Evan, he followed Hedwig to Harry with another letter from Ron.
"Calm down!" said Harry.
Seeing him, the little owl swooped down, twittering madly.
Harry first looked at the letter delivered by Pig. It was Ron’s handwriting, very scribbled.
‘We’re coming for you whether the Muggles like it or not, you can’t miss the World Cup, only Mum and Dad reckon it’s better if we pretend to ask their permission first. If they say yes, send Pig back with your answer pronto, and we’ll come and get you at five o’clock on Sunday.’
"Friday afternoon!" Harry looked at the calendar, it was a day and a half away.
Just as Pig was pounding everywhere, Hedwig gently landed beside Harry.
She seemed to show Pig what a real owl messenger should do, and her behavior was surprisingly steady.
Hedwig stretched out her leg and let Harry untie Evan’s reply tied to her.
Then she pecked Harry gently, chirped in a noble gesture and flew back to her cage.
Evan’s handwriting was very neat. First, he explained the dream and suggested that Harry practice Occlumency.
Then he said that they will come to Dursley's house tomorrow afternoon and set off with Harry to go to the Burrow.
Harry didn't know what Occlumency was, and he looked at Evan’s advice strangely.
"Every night before going to bed, empty your mind?!" Harry read it puzzled.
He looked at Evan’s letter to make sure that he was not mistaken!
"Empty your mind?!" Harry couldn't see how that would help.
Immediately, he noticed the following content. Evan and Hermione were coming tomorrow afternoon.
Harry decided not to think about the weird dream and Evan’s strange suggestion for the time being, and the great joy was still going on.
All he had to do was to put up with the Dursleys for another day and he could leave the house.
Maybe this was the last time he would return here.
When Sirius would recover, he could move in with him and get rid of the Dursleys forever.
Harry smiled. He seized his quill, grabbed a fresh piece of parchment, and wrote: “Ron, it’s all okay, the Muggles say I can come. See you five o'clock tomorrow. Can’t wait!”
He folded the letter up very small, and the little owl hopped on the spot with excitement.
Harry had a lot of trouble tying the letter to his leg. As soon as it was tied, the owl set out.
It zoomed out of the window and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
At the same time, Harry wrote a letter to Evan and Hermione. The content was similar, which was to explain the day.
"Hedwig, please go to Evan’s house again!" Harry paused, "Then, wait for me at Ron's house, understand?"
Hedwig nipped his finger affectionately, then, with a soft swooshing noise, spread her enormous wings and soared out of the open window.
Harry watched her out of sight, and then crawled under his bed, wrenched up the loose floorboard, and pulled out a large chunk of cake.
He sat there on the floor eating it, savoring the happiness that was flooding through him.
He had a cake to eat, and Dudley had nothing but grapefruit.
It was a bright summer’s day, he would be leaving Privet Drive tomorrow, his scar felt perfectly normal again, and he was going to see Sirius and watch the Quidditch World Cup.
At such a moment, it was hard for Harry to worry about anything, and even Voldemort could not spoil his joy.
The next morning, Evan and Hermione packed their bags early.
With the help of Dobby, the house-elf, their stuff was quickly sent to the Weasleys’ Burrow.
Evan and Hermione had planned to walk to the Dursleys, but his father insisted on taking them by car.
A bit past two o'clock in the afternoon, as at the dinner two years ago, Mr. Mason’s car smoothly stopped in front of the door No. 4 Privet Drive.
It looked exactly the same here as before, just a little more shabby.
"Here we are!" Evan whispered.
"Is this Harry's uncle and aunt's house?!" Hermione asked curiously, she was here for the first time.
Over the past few years, she had heard Harry say countless stories about the Dursleys.
Hermione knew what kind of people they were and how they treated wizards.
She carefully looked at the house and looked for Harry, but saw nothing.
Harry didn't come out, but the Dursleys waited outside the door early. They came out to meet Mr. Mason and looked extremely polite.
Mr. Dursley looked very strange in his best suit and a reluctant smile on his face.
Next to him was Harry's aunt Petunia, whose face was not that friendly.
"Welcome, Mr. Mason!" said Mr. Dursley, glancing at Evan and Hermione unnaturally. "It is a great honor that you visit us again. Come in for a cup of afternoon tea."
A few polite remarks were made before they entered.
Like Evan's impression, the house was tidied up and the furniture was polished and shiny.
However, there were more and more toys and other items related to Dudley, but there was still no sign of Harry's existence.
"Where is Harry?" Evan asked.
There were still more than two hours before the appointed time. They were early! "Oh, he’s in his room upstairs!" Mr. Dursley said disgustingly, "You can go find him."
In his view, it was the worst thing to have three evil young wizards gathering in their own house. However, looking at Mr. Mason's face, he did not express this sentiment.
