Xia Zhi felt that he was really busy today.
He spent the day with the Granger family buying school supplies, then spent the evening shopping in Muggle shops, and finally came back for hotpot and laid down for a while.
Therefore, it was already very late.
If tomorrow was July 31st, then that would prove it. It was time for Xia Zhi to set off.
However, this didn't stop Xia Zhi from reading Cassandra's reply first.
She removed the words that secretly complained about his lack of conscience and rewrote some of the sarcastic words.
The general idea was out.
Little Snowball was very cute. She liked it very much. The name was also very cute. She missed the summer solstice and hoped to meet again on the Hogwarts Express. Also, she hoped that Xia Zhi would continue to write to her.
Xia Zhi nodded his head. As expected of Cassandra, she was very good at her sarcasm and retorts. It took him some effort to translate it.
However, he did not have the time to reply to her now.
Xia Zhi went to Diagon Alley again to buy some things.
Then, in an unseen corner, he handed Snowball a piece of parchment.”
Snowball looked very happy. It seemed to like flying in the sky all day. It was a very energetic owl.
It took the blank parchment and flew up.
However, when it soared in the night sky, it suddenly felt an indescribable fear in its heart. It turned its head and saw a black fog filled with evil aura following it!
"Don't be nervous. It's me. Just fly. I'll follow you.”
The little snowball cried out in protest and then continued to fly forward. However, because of such a peerless ferocious creature behind it, it did not fly as happily as before. It was a little stressed.
Fly with the owls on the summer solstice and you'll find Harry Potter.
However, not long after they flew, a storm started. However, Xia Zhi, who was silent in his incarnation, did not feel anything.
They were flying very fast. Soon, Xia Zhi saw the lone reef on the sea.
Summer smiled at the sight of the shabby cabin on the rocks, and Dursley had led Harry there anyway.
……
Harry was lying on the least painful part of the floor, trying to curl up under a very thin, ragged quilt.
He was cold and hungry now, and the storm outside made Harry, who had been unable to sleep, toss and turn on the ground.
It seemed that it was just as Uncle Vernon had said. No one would send him a letter in the rain. This thought made his mood worse.
Harry stared blankly at the glowing-in-the-dark watch on Dudley's chubby wrist.
In a few minutes, he would be eleven years old. However, no one would remember his birthday. He didn't know where the person who wrote him the letter was now.
Why was he in such a hurry to write to her?
What exactly was the content of the letter? Why did the Dursleys react so strongly when they read it?
His heart was filled with questions, but no one could come forward to give him an answer.
He wondered if he could somehow steal a letter on his way back to Privet Drive.
He would be eleven years old in twenty seconds. He counted down silently in his heart, thinking that when the countdown ended, he would wish himself a happy birthday.
Maybe he should wake Dudley up and piss him off?
The needle on the dial slowly moved. Five, four, three, two, one!
Harry was about to say happy birthday to himself.
Suddenly, the storm outside stopped. Then, he heard a boy's voice coming from outside the door.
"Open Sesame!"
"Boom!" There was a loud bang!
The dilapidated door shattered into pieces!
Uncle Fernando scrambled out with a rifle in his hand!
"Who is it? I'm warning you! I have a gun!"
He stared at the dark door as if there was a bloodthirsty beast hiding outside.
Harry, too, was looking nervously out of the door, wondering what was happening.
The next moment, a well-dressed, handsome Chinese boy about the same age as Harry walked in while shaking off the water on his body with a frown.
"Oh, Kassendra's going to kill me, she chose this dress for me herself.”The boy muttered to himself.
"Who…who are you? This was trespassing! Hurry up and get out!" Uncle Vernon was emboldened by the fact that he was only a boy about Harry's age.
Dudley and Aunt Petunia were standing together, looking strangely at the boy in front of them.
Xia Zhi looked at the scene in the room and sighed. Alright, it seemed that his deterrence was indeed not as great as Hagrid's.
In the original novel, when Hagrid came, the other side was scared to death.
He looked at the weak boy who stood up and smiled."So, you're Harry Potter?”His eyes lingered for a moment on Harry's forehead.
"Brat! I'm talking to you, can't you hear me? I think you lack a lesson! Where's your family's adults?" Uncle Vernon walked forward and wanted to directly throw Xia Zhi out!
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