Chapter 163 4 Privet Drive, Mr. Harry Potter in the Closet

Harry Potter, a name, which should be considered a very common name in the UK.

Harry Potter himself thought it was a very common name.

There are many people with the last name "Potter" or "Harry".

And despite his surname Potter, Harry doesn't feel like he has inherited the gift of being a potter from his ancestors.

As for Harry, the noun was the name of the person, as the teachers at school had just taught him, and the verb was "constantly harassing, repeatedly attacking."

Harry thought the name fit his own state. Because of Harry he lived in his aunt's house since he was a child.

His aunt told him that his parents died in a car accident when I was very young, so he could only stay in her, his only relative's home.

However, my aunt and uncle never cared much about Harry since they were children, and their concern was all about Harry's cousin, Dally.

A cousin who is the same age as Harry but has the size of four Harrys.

Not only because Dalí was fat and strong, but also because Harry grew up living in a closet, so he was small and thin.

Although Harry lives in this home, there is no sign of me living here, except in Harry's "room", the closet under the stairs.

Although there are many photos at home, most of the photos are of Dali, and the rest are photos of their family of three.

Harry... not one.

Well, actually Harry didn't think he was envious at all.

Why take pictures with them?

Harry hopes that one day he'll take a really good-looking photo of himself...and even better if he can take a photo with Mom and Dad.

The thing Harry looked forward to most every day was sleeping, and in his dreams he often had good dreams.

It was like a flying motorcycle flying around in front of him.

Or fly around the sky on a broom yourself.

It's really like a feeling I've really experienced.

It's just that the time for good dreams is always very short, because Harry has to get up early every morning to help make breakfast, and hope that Dali will be full and not take his share and eat it.

Although the exams have been completed now, there is no need to go to school, but Harry needs to get up earlier. Because Dali wakes up early every day and goes out to find his group of friends who also like to bully Harry, Harry needs to get up earlier to make breakfast.

Still, Harry was happy.

Because he is about to go to middle school when school starts again, Harry is going to a local comprehensive public high school, while Cousin Dali and his friends are going to a better private high school.

Private schools in the UK outperform public secondary schools in all aspects. Parents who think about their children will not want their children to enter private secondary schools.

But Harry didn't care, he didn't care that he didn't have to go to school with Cousin Dali after all.

Don't be bullied by him again.

It feels really great!

But this kind of happiness cannot be shown on the face.

If he is happy, his aunt and uncle will be unhappy.

...

Harry was locked in a locker for a week because his cousin was locked in a zoo display case on his birthday.

Uncle Dursley said it was Harry who made it expensive, so he punished him.

Harry didn't believe he did it himself, he just talked to a big snake in the display cabinet, who knows how Cousin Dali got in.

Maybe he has the special ability to wear glass?

Wow, so envious.

...

Harry has always felt that the world can sometimes act a little strange.

Because sometimes he was taken by his aunt to go out to buy things, and he would come across some strangely dressed people and greet him in front of him.

"Hello, Mr. Harry Potter, it's an honor to meet you!" Most of them held his hands with enthusiasm.

But every time they didn't wait for Harry to react, these people would just leave, making Harry want to ask what was going on and couldn't do it.

So Harry would also imagine that there is another world in this world, where all people know themselves.

Hmm... just think about it.

...

Today is another strange day.

Because Harry saw that someone had sent him a letter.

An unstamped letter that read "To Mr Harry Potter in the closet under the stairs, 4 Privet Drive".

Such a position can only be himself, not another Harry Potter, right?

Harry looked at the look of the letter in amazement...and upgraded a letter that seemed to be filled with thick parchment.

Turning it over, Harry also saw a special mark - an "H" made of lion snake eagle badger.

But what Harry regretted was that he would not have taken it back to the living room and opened the envelope if he had known.

When someone sent a letter to Harry, Dali, who was wearing a new high school uniform, saw it and shouted loudly, so the letter was directly snatched by Harry's uncle.

"This is my letter!" Harry anxiously wanted to grab it back.

But Harry couldn't even take Dalí, let alone Dalí's full body, the larger Uncle Dursley.

After just one look at the letter, my uncle's face changed more frequently than a neon sign that changed colors.

Until he glanced at the envelope again, his face turned pale.

Aunt Petunia, who was called by him, had a similar expression.

Harry heard the two still whispering about whether they were being watched all the time, or why would the envelope say that Harry lives in the closet.

Uncle and aunt looked very frightened when they saw the letter. For the first time, Harry saw them ignoring Cousin Dali, and after driving the two of them out of the living room who both wanted to read the letter, they discussed it more carefully.

Then at night, Harry moved out of the closet to the second-floor bedroom where Dalí normally used to keep toys that he couldn't fit in his house.

Although they were all broken toys, and almost everything in the bedroom was broken, it was countless times better than Harry's closet.

But if he could have lived here before today, he would have done everything for this room.

But now Harry just wanted to return the letter that was sent to him.

Credible has been burned by my uncle... so Harry is desperate to send the same letter tomorrow.

The next day, Harry's wish came true.

Another almost identical letter, the only thing changing is the recipient's address.

To Mr. Harry Potter in the smallest bedroom at No. 4 Privet Drive

Uncle and aunt were even more frightened when the sender knew that Harry had changed residences.

Harry wasn't sure if his uncle was insane.

Because what he did next was scary.

On the third morning, Harry walked downstairs without turning on the light and making no movement, wanting to get the letter as soon as the postman arrived, but was horrified to find that Uncle Dursley had slept in a sleeping bag by the door.

The three letters addressed to Harry today were torn to shreds by my uncle the first time they came in.

Then that day, my uncle didn't go to work, and he nailed the mailbox at home, so he wouldn't receive any more letters.

But on the fourth day, at least a dozen letters were stuffed under the door, through the gap, and even through the small window of the toilet downstairs.

So my uncle hammered and nailed all the gaps...so it was impossible for them to even get out.

By Saturday, the fifth day, the matter had gotten out of hand.

Because twenty-four letters were hidden in two dozen eggs - handed to Aunt Petunia from the bedroom window by the milkman.

After the discovery, the flushed uncle smashed these credit food blenders to smithereens.

The sixth Sunday, my uncle is very happy today.

Because the postman is closed on Sundays and does not deliver letters.

But it didn't help, these letters didn't have stamps in the first place, they weren't sent by the postman.

Thirty or forty identical letters flew into the Dursleys from the fireplace chimney.

Harry took the opportunity to catch one, but the next second was snatched by his uncle, and Harry was thrown out of the living room.

Harry thought his uncle might have gone crazy!

Ten minutes later, the Dursleys and Harry got into the car and drove aimlessly.

There is no purpose, just to prevent the people from his mouth from finding them again.

Harry could hear Uncle Dursley muttering "Dump 'em, ditch 'em..." as he drove.

The car didn't stop for a whole day, and Cousin Dali was already crying... He was hungry, and he didn't watch at least five programs that he had to watch every day.

The car ended up in front of a dilapidated inn whose location none of them knew.

Harry was put in a room with Cousin Dalí... although it was damp and shabby, Dalí fell asleep quickly.

And Harry couldn't sleep because his mind was so full of wanting to get a letter now.

He hoped that those who sent letters to him would not find him because of his current location.

But early on the seventh day, Harry knew he was wrong.

The staff at the front desk came to them with a stack of letters, all of which had the name of the room Harry was staying in, and asked him to check them.

Naturally, these letters were all thrown into the fire by the expressionless uncle.

If Harry hadn't let go in time, even if he grabbed a letter, he might have been thrown into the fire by his uncle along with it.

In the face of his uncle who has gone mad, Harry guesses where he will go next...

But where the uncle took them was scarier than any of Harry's guesses.

They were going in a storm, driving a tattered boat, bringing food for a few days, to a rock pile that they didn't know how far inland... There was a tattered hut on it was their destination today.

Harry bet he saw Dalí pass out with fright and be patted awake by his uncle.

However, even with such a difficult method, it was still unable to stop the arrival of the letter.

Just after midnight on the eighth day, there was an uninvited guest in front of the small shabby house on the rocks at sea.

Harry was drawing a birthday cake on the sand for himself - the eighth day, July 31, was Harry's birthday.

Then the door of the small broken house was knocked open all of a sudden, all the latches had fallen off, and the door fell straight to the ground.

The raised dust drowned out Harry's birthday cake.

But Harry didn't care much about the cake, because a giant appeared at the door.

He was really tall, and after he got into the house, he could only keep his waist down and his head down, and propped up the floor with the umbrella in his hand to barely touch the ceiling.

After the giant had driven Dali away and sat on the shabby and moldy sofa, he looked at Harry.

"Hi Harry, so you're here!"

"Last time I saw you you were a baby. You looked a lot like your dad, but with eyes like your mom."

Although the giant's face was gloomy and terrifying, Harry looked into his eyes and could feel the tenderness that his uncle and aunt had not given him.

But before Harry could say anything, my uncle took out a double-barreled shotgun and pointed it at the giant, "I order you to leave now, sir!"

But the giant was not afraid, grabbed the gun directly, and squeezed it into a ball in two or three strokes, as if the gun was made of plasticine, "Shut up, Dursley..."

In fact, the giant didn't even need to say this, his behavior had already frightened the Dursleys.

"Anyway, Harry," said the giant, facing Harry again, "Happy birthday! I have something for you... I may have squashed it in places, but it shouldn't taste the same."

With that said, the giant took out a box from the pocket of his black trench coat.

Also really flattened.

Harry opened it tremblingly and found inside was a large chocolate cake with the words "Happy Birthday Harry" written in green cream.

For the first birthday cake in his life, Harry felt like he had a lot to say, but only one left, "Who are you?"

From this sentence, Harry suddenly saw a world he didn't know... just as he thought.

But in this world, uncles and aunts knew about it, but they never told him.

"Harry you are a wizard!"

The giant said this to Harry after the giant had an argument with his uncle and aunt.

Harry's heart beat faster all of a sudden, and he felt that everything else was of no importance.

"You're a wizard, Harry!" said the giant gently, "like your parents."

Then, Harry learned that his parents did not die in a car accident.

You don't need to go to that comprehensive public high school.

A wizarding school called "Hogwarts" opened its doors to him.

These truths that the Dursleys wanted to bury were swept away by the giant.

The most special thing is that Harry sees magic.

When his uncle yelled "I'm not going to pay an old lunatic to teach him how to do tricks", the giant pointed at Dalí in anger.

After a flash of purple, a pig's tail grew from Dalí's buttocks.

This made Harry's eyes go wide.

It's real magic!

Maybe when Harry, who grew up, wrote his memoirs in the future, he would write about this secret that Hagrid didn't let him tell others.

The act of conjuring a pig's tail on Dalí's butt will be charged with assaulting a Muggle.

But this magic was important to Harry because it was the first time he really felt magic, and it was the most important turning point in his life.