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The cold and clear sky before dawn penetrates into the room with the sound of birdsong, illuminating the bedroom. Waking up Harry curled up in bed from his sleep.

The summer vacation has begun. But for Harry, this summer vacation is more like a month-long detention: behavior is restricted, entertainment is restricted, and even food is restricted! As a child not yet fifteen, it was difficult for Harry to understand why he had to go through such a difficult time every year.

He thought more than once that it would be great if he could stay in Hogwarts during the summer vacation, and it would be nice to live in the godfather's house, he was really good at cleaning!

Even though the Dursleys were clean and free of all those weird magical animals, Harry would have preferred to live in Sirius' house. It doesn't matter if it's dirty, messy, or has a lot of small animals—maybe Sirius will give up living there only if he moves in a few dementors? Harry felt that the house would definitely be tidied up if he gave himself a summer vacation.

There was also movement from Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia's room next door. The couple had maintained a very healthy schedule, went to bed early and woke up early, and they were in great shape.

Harry lay on the bed, rubbed his face, and crept up from the bed, but still woke up Hedwig who was catching up on sleep. In the past few days, this owl has been traveling all over the UK, delivering a steady stream of resources to Harry, which can be said to have made a lot of contributions.

Seeing that it was her master getting up, Hedwig closed her eyes again.

Harry walked to the closet, stretched himself, combed his hair in the mirror, grabbed two pieces of clothes, dressed them, and went downstairs to have breakfast.

When they came to the kitchen, the three members of the Dursley family were already sitting around the dining table. Uncle Vernon was concentrating on the Daily Mail in his hand, and Aunt Petunia was cutting up tomatoes and putting them on a plate.

From the time Harry entered until he sat down, no one looked up at him. The Dursleys were practicing the art of ignoring Harry as if he wasn't in the family. Coincidentally, that's exactly what Harry expected. Harry felt that it was best for them to ignore him, and the two parties lived together peacefully for a month, and he moved to live with the Weasleys after a month.

Dali was sitting opposite Uncle Vernon, and he could occupy an entire side of the square table by himself. The diet didn't seem to have any effect these days, and he seemed to occupy a larger area than usual. When Aunt Petunia puts a small plate of chopped tomatoes in front of him, he looks like a game character who has accumulated enough rage points to use a big move.

Here's the inhumane cyclical activity of teenage homes: losing weight. Only reporting grades can be compared with this kind of activity.

Looking at the tomato sashimi in front of him, Uncle Vernon let out a muffled groan, and the dissatisfaction in his heart had reached its limit.

"Can't it be a normal breakfast?" he asked angrily.

Aunt Petunia was about to show her dignity at this time. She gave Uncle Vernon a very serious look, and pouted at the refrigerator, her meaning was very clear: it was all about the arrangement of the menu, and it had nothing to do with her.

Uncle Vernon sighed, almost out of his body. He picked up the spoon and chewed, his beard trembling.

Dudley and Harry didn't talk so much nonsense, they both started eating as soon as the tomatoes were placed on the table. Dudley was hungry, and Harry knew that if he ate slowly, his portion would become Dudley's ration.

Although he was not short of food now, Harry still didn't want his cousin to take food from his bowl, which was double the pain.

"At least have a cup of coffee!" After Uncle Vernon finished eating his tomatoes, he wiped his mouth and wanted to drink something.

Of course there was coffee, but it was pure black coffee without any sugar or milk, which made Uncle Vernon doubt his life.

"It's just a potion." He frowned.

Less than half an hour after breakfast, the tomatoes in the stomachs of several people were digested.

Uncle Vernon was sitting in the living room flipping through his newspaper. There is still a while before the broadcast of his favorite TV show, he can only pass this boring time by reading newspapers,

Jingle Bell!

The phone rang suddenly, and Uncle Vernon strutted over to the phone, picked it up, chatted with the person on the other end of the phone, and then hung up the phone.

After putting down the phone, Uncle Vernon thought for a moment, then roared angrily.

"These **** bastards—you actually asked me to go to the company now, it's disgusting! Didn't their parents teach them not to disturb other people's vacations?" While complaining about his colleagues, Uncle Vernon changed his hands and feet quickly clothes, told Aunt Petunia a few words and walked out of the house.

Outside the door, the sound of the car's engine sounded, and Uncle Vernon drove away in his car.

"I'm going back to my room to play games!" Dali also took heavy steps and left from the kitchen.

Harry also took advantage of the chaos and slipped out of the kitchen. He went back to his bedroom, pried open the loose floorboards, and pulled out a buttered swiss roll—a supply from Mrs. Weasley, along with a large stack of meatloaf, Wes. The old owl in Lai's family was almost exhausted by the food.

Since summer was here and there was no good storage space under the floor, Harry naturally decided to give priority to getting rid of these things that couldn't fit. After eating, he also took out a can of Coca-Cola and drank it. Although it was not iced Coke, it was enough to enjoy.

Harry's little life was quite comfortable.

It's lunch time, but Uncle Vernon still can't handle the company's affairs well, so he can only let Aunt Petunia, Dali, and Harry eat first~lightnovelpub.net~ Facing vegetable sticks, boiled chicken breast and Low-fat garlic chili sauce, both Dali and Harry showed embarrassment, but driven by hunger, Dali still wolfed down the whole lunch. Harry's share is much smaller than Dali's, so it's not difficult to eat clean.

After lunch, it's lunch break. The British don't have the habit of taking a lunch break, but the Dursleys are prone to starvation because they eat too healthy, so sleeping is a good choice at this time. So under the impetus of hunger, the whole family developed the habit of taking a lunch break.

Harry tossed and turned in his own bed, unable to fall asleep. As the saying goes, fuller and warmer, people's desires are endless. After Harry solved the basic problem of "eating enough", he had to solve the problem of "eating well".

He rolled over from the bed and sat up, his eyes burning.

——

I'm craving a hamburger...

Give some monthly tickets to the emperor who doesn't have hamburgers!