Harry Potter and the Virtue of Miss Potter

A few days later, one owl after another flew into the house.

"Have a good day at work, my love, I love you!" Mrs. Dursley said to her husband as he was about to leave for work.

The two kissed each other on the cheek.

(Amu: Disgusting...)

"Ooh-hoo!" An owl seemed to be unable to bear the Dursleys' display of affection in front of it and let out a loud cry.

It was only then that the Dursleys realized that there were dozens of owls delivering messages at their doorstep.

"Get out of here!" Mr. Dursley tried to shoo them away, at which point Mrs. Dursley patted him with a look of horror.

On the ground, there were also many letters from Hogwarts.

That evening, Mr. Dursley sat by the fireplace in the living room and tossed the letters in one by one.

Harry and Ayman strolled in. When Mr. Dursley saw them, he smiled strangely, waved the letter in his hand at them, and threw it into the fireplace.

Harry looked at the letter in the fireplace with disgust in his eyes, as if he were deep in thought.

Wu Mu glared fiercely at Mr. Dursley, clenched his fists, walked to the corner where Mr. Dursley couldn't see him, and slammed his fist against the wall.

On a weekend morning, Mr. Dursley sat on the sofa. “Sunday is a wonderful day. I think it’s the best day of the week. Why is that, Dudley?” Dursley asked Dudley with a smile.

Harry and Ayman each carried a plate of cookies, "because mail isn't delivered on Sundays."

"Because mail isn't delivered on Sundays."

The two said at the same time.

“You got it right, you two brats,” he said, reaching for a cookie from the plate Harry was carrying. “No mail on Sundays, ha!”

An owl flew past the window, and Potter and his companion turned to look.

No annoying letters today! None!

“Not a single damn letter! Not a single one!” Mr. Dursley said happily, while the two Potters went to the window and pulled the curtains open a crack.

There were owls everywhere outside.

“No, not a single nasty letter…” Mr. Dursley hadn’t finished speaking when a letter floated out of the fireplace and flew right past his face.

Wumu: That's great! What was bound to happen has finally happened—a whole bunch of letters! I absolutely have to hide one from Harry… uh, I mean, my brother!

Harry turned to look at Mr. Dursley.

Mrs. Dursley and Dudley stared in horror at the fireplace.

Because of that letter, the letters in the chimney seemed to loosen up, and after a sudden commotion, a whole bunch of identical letters came gushing out of the stove.

"Tell it to stop! Please!" Dudley was startled by the sight before him.

"Wow! Brother! Our letter!" Wu Mu clapped his hands and jumped up and down a couple of times.

Harry looked at Wu Mu and smiled happily.

"Stop right now!" Mr. Dursley shouted, covering his ears.

"Ah! Ah—!" Dudley jumped into Mrs. Dursley's arms, and Mrs. Dursley cried out.

Potter and his companion, however, were different from the others. They ran to the middle of the living room and happily raised their hands.

Harry picked up a letter and looked at it, while Wumu found a letter from Harry and a letter of his own and stuffed them into his clothes.

Harry ran outside, and Mr. Dursley quickly got up.

Give it to me! Give me the letter!

“If you want it, there are so many on the ground, go pick them up.” Wu Mu was speechless at Mr. Dursley’s unreasonable behavior.

Mr. Dursley completely ignored the standing and talking man and grabbed Harry. Harry tried to go into the stairwell but was grabbed by Mr. Dursley.

"Let go!" Harry struggled.

"Let go of my brother!" Wu Mu ran forward and grabbed Mr. Dursley's arm forcefully.

Mrs. Dursley and Dudley stopped at the living room doorway.

"This is my letter! Let me go!" Harry finally stepped onto the ground.

"Let go." Wu Mu still wouldn't let go of his hand.

“Walmur, come here quickly.” Mrs. Dursley quickly pulled Walmur away.

Perhaps because there was too much mail piled up in the mailbox, the wooden strips securing the mailbox snapped open.

"That's enough! Let's go!" He still wouldn't let go of Harry.

"Go far, far away! So they can't find you!"

"Let go of my brother!" Wu Mu was furious at Mr. Dursley's behavior and tried to rush over again, but Mrs. Dursley held him back tightly.

"Dad's gone crazy! Has he?" Dali's face was filled with the words "Has Dad gone crazy?"

Mrs. Dursley stood there blankly, but her face clearly said, "It seems so."

As night fell, they moved to a dilapidated stone house on a large reef in the sea.

The Dursleys slept on a broken iron bed on the second floor, Dudley slept on a broken sofa on the first floor, and Potter and Dudley slept on the floor next to the sofa. In any case, the two of them were finally no longer having to squeeze together to sleep.

Harry lay down on the ground and drew a cake on the dusty floor with his hand, inside which he wrote "Happy Birthday Harry."

Wu Mu was sitting on the sofa, already asleep.

Harry glanced at Dudley's exposed watch, which showed the time jumping from 11:59 to exactly 12:00.

"Ding ding ding! Ding ding ding!" The watch rang.

"Womu, Womu, wake up! It's midnight, today is our birthday!" Harry gently nudged Womu. Womu had told Harry before going to sleep to wake her up at midnight.

"Hmm... Brother, is it twelve o'clock?" Wu Mu rubbed his eyes and lay down on the ground as well.

“Let’s make a wish together!” Harry looked at Wu Mu.

"Okay!" Wu Mu's eyes curved as she smiled, looking bright and sunny.

The two of them began to make wishes over the cake that Harry had drawn on the ground.