MMB Chapter 284 The Dursleys' Grapefruit-Flavoured Summer Vacation
Chapter 284 The Dursleys' Grapefruit-Flavoured Summer Vacation
Chapter 284 The Dursleys' Grapefruit-Flavoured Summer Vacation
Lu Ren refrained from yelling to make Harry laugh, but said to Harry coldly: "In my hometown, it's usually the son who holds his father's portrait."
Come on, hurt each other, limit one for one!
Harry: ...
This day I will be chatted to death!
But when he remembered the scar, he hesitated again and again, and asked Lu Ren: "That Lu Ren, let me tell you something, my scar started to hurt this morning."
After finishing speaking, Harry felt really super embarrassed, always feeling like a squeamish child.
But before he could explain, Lu Ren's voice came from the crystal ball.
"Did it start to hurt the night I left school?"
'He didn't laugh at me. Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and then he replied, "Yes, the key issue is not the pain of the scar, I'm not such a delicate person, the main thing is..."
"Have your scars hurt when Voldemort came to school before?"
Harry: Huh? ? ?
He was shocked by Lu Ren's prophecy. He didn't expect that Lu Ren would guess his symptoms. 'In that case, would he know of any cure or why it happened? Harry had a little hope in his heart: Maybe the miraculous Lu Ren knows what's going on?
Lu Ren already understood the ins and outs of the matter, and he was organizing his words.
"Voldemort is actually inextricably linked with you. This relationship is a bit complicated, but the root cause of your scar pain is that Voldemort has become active again. As for how you want to solve this problem, go learn a name called ' Occlumency' magic done."
Lu Ren tried his best to make the matter less serious, and deliberately concealed a little bit of content. Of course he knew that Harry was Voldemort's own Horcrux, but there was no need to tell Harry about this matter so early—otherwise he would be in a panic again. , can't live a good life.
And you tell him, is it useful?No, it can only make him panic all day long.So, learn to tell white lies.
Still, Harry panicked: after all, it wasn't a good sign that Voldemort was active again.
"So I personally suggest that you tell Professor Dumbledore, I know, he must understand, and he can also arrange for you to learn Occlumency."
"Learn what?" Harry asked in a daze after noticing the unfamiliar term.
"Occlumency, Harry. A very obscure magic that protects the mind from foreign intrusions, obscure but very useful."
In fact, Lu Ren is not sure from the bottom of his heart whether Occlumency is really effective for Harry, because Harry himself did not learn this spell in the end, and Harry, who has soul fragments living in his body, can rely on Occlumency to recover. It's hard to say against Voldemort, but it's always possible to try.
Can't let people idle.People will think wildly when they are idle.
Harry chewed on Lu Ren's words and felt that what he said made sense.Suddenly, his eyes lit up: "Can you do Occlumency? Can you teach me?"
He felt that since Lu Ren knew about it, he probably knew how to use it, right?Wouldn't it be better for me to learn directly from him?
"I know how to use it, but I don't know how to teach it." Lu Ren spread his arms, expressing that he was incapable of teaching others how to use such profound magic.
"That's it..." Harry was a little disappointed, but decided to send Dumbledore a letter to explain the situation: After all, it was proved by Lu Ren, this matter is quite serious, and it is worth disturbing Dumbledore .
"Okay, is there anything else? I'll put up the phone if there's nothing else to do. By the way, was the birthday present I sent you delicious?"
"It's delicious. There's nothing else to do, see you at the beginning of school." Harry hung up the "phone" with some reluctance.After hanging up the phone, Harry felt a big stone in his heart also fell to the ground. He lay on the bed, but couldn't fall asleep again.
So he got up, sat down at the desk, spread out two pieces of parchment and began to write the letter.One to Sirius and the other to Dumbledore.
By the time he finished writing the letter, the sun had risen, and the walls of the bedroom were golden, and there was movement in Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia's room.He rolled up the parchment and put it on the table to send them away when Hedwig returned.Then Harry stood up, stretched—it's a treat to stand up and stretch after writing, he dressed, and went downstairs to breakfast.
When Harry came to the kitchen on the first floor, the three members of the Dursley family were already sitting around the dining table. There was a cloud over the entire dining table, and everyone's faces felt as if they could drip water from a little breath. come the same.
Harry quietly found a chair by the table and sat down, trying not to make any noise, minimizing his presence.Fortunately, none of the three paid any attention to him.Aunt Petunia was cutting a grapefruit, and Uncle Vernon was reading the Daily Mail—he was a regular reader of the Daily Mail.
There is a classic British saying about the division of newspaper readership groups: "Mirror" readers are people who think they are running the country; "Guardian" readers are people who think they should run the country; "Times" readers are real people. The readers of the Daily Mail are the wives of the people who run the country, the readers of the Financial Times are the people who own the country, and the readers of the Morning Star want to give the country to others Those who govern, the readers of The Telegraph feel that we are being governed by another country. As for the readers of The Sun, they don't care who is governing the country, as long as the cover is bulging enough.
Uncle Vernon was supposed to be a reader of The Mirror, or The Sun, but he didn't expect it to be the Daily Mail.
Aunt Petunia cut the grapefruit into uneven quarters, and brought it up with a pout.
Dudley's whole popularity swelled, especially when Aunt Petunia sent a quarter of an unsweetened grapefruit to Dudley's plate, and his anger reached its peak.
The source of all this was the final report card that Dudley brought back home during the summer vacation.This report card made a very painful change in his life.
However, it is slightly different from ordinary children. It is definitely not the grades on the report card that caused Dali's quality of life to reverse. Uncle Vernon scoffed at the grades, and Aunt Petunia firmly believed that Dali just didn't develop his talent. What really left them speechless was the message from the school nurse at the bottom of the report: there were no more trousers that Dali could fit into in the school clothing store.
Here's a fact Penny and Vernon can't change with words: Dudley needs to lose weight.
(End of this chapter)