Chapter 331: The Best Birthday
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Chapter 331: The Best Birthday
When Harry appeared in the kitchen, the Dursley family of three didn't even look at him. Nobody mentioned his birthday, which suited Harry just fine. He didn't want any of Uncle Vernon's smelly socks for birthday presents; that awful gift had been more than enough for one time.
Uncle Vernon was reading the newspaper, Aunt Petunia was cutting a dry grapefruit, and Dudleyplacing his chubby arm flat on the tablehad a sulky expression on his face.
Ever since Dudley had returned with a humiliating report card and his extra weight, his good days were over. He could still put up a struggle, shedding a few tears to gain sympathy from Aunt Petunia. She'd cry along, then swiftly compromise, agreeing to all of Dudley's demands.
This was his signature move. However, beneath the report card, a few lines had been carefully penned by the nurse from Smeltings School, gently reminding the two parents that Dudley's health was at risk if he continued gaining weight. The school's clothing supply had no clothes left in his size.
The nurse had thoughtfully attached a diet plan. Thanks to Aunt Petunia's insistence, the whole family had to follow this new diet regimen to cater to Dudley's emotions. The effects were quite evidentUncle Vernon's chin had shrunk a bit, making his beard look a bit more elegant and fluffy.
But Harry couldn't care less. Even before receiving any birthday presents, he was planning to join Sirius for breakfast. Now he was eagerly imagining what Sirius would have in store for him. Sirius had recently acquired a motorbike, and in his godfather's enthused eyes, Harry saw a hint of Hagrid's spirit.
"More grapefruit!"
Dudley exclaimed angrily, inheriting Uncle Vernon's small eyes and his physique perfectly.
Harry cheerfully thought to himself, sniffing at the tasteless contents on his plate. He couldn't help but burp; just a while ago, he had consumed two large pieces of creamy cake and was now feeling quite full.
"Dear?" Aunt Petunia said patiently, "We agreed to follow the diet plan the school nurse sent"
But Dudley wasn't listening at all. He quickly finished his own portion and stared at Harry's plate, although the piece of grapefruit on it was much smaller than his own. Then his gaze settled on Harry's lips, where suspicious traces of food were present.
"He's hiding food," Dudley declared, extending his carrot-like fingers with certainty.
Harry hurriedly wiped his mouth, realizing he had been careless after touching the sticky cream.
"What?" Aunt Petunia asked, puzzled.
But Dudley's greedy eyes remained fixed on Harry, as if he were a piece of cake or something. A shadow fell over Harry's heart. He faced a difficult choiceshould he threaten Dudley with his wand if he tried to steal his cake?
There's no Sirius here, no spare wand, and definitely no excuses. If I use magic, the Ministry will trace it directly to me
...
They had a thrilling day, exploring almost half of London. As evening approached, Sirius took him for a ride along the Thames, the water reflecting the golden hues of sunset. Harry's stomach was also filled with steak and oysters.
By seven in the evening, they returned to Sirius' rented house. But Harry didn't want to go back so early. When Sirius invited him to play a game of wizard's chess, he readily agreed.
Mercilessly, Harry won three games in a row against his godfather, forcing Sirius to overturn the chessboard in protest. So, they ended up lounging on the couch, watching TV together.
It wasn't until almost ten o'clock that their neighbor, Mrs. Figg, knocked on the door, complaining about the noise. That's when Harry realized he should head back.
The light was still on at Number 4, Privet Drive. This puzzled Harry. As he pushed open the door, he saw Uncle Vernon and Dudley squeezed together on the sofa, watching a football match. He breathed a sigh of relief; at least it wasn't what he had feared. Harry purposely studied Dudley's expression, avoiding his guilty gaze.
"Get back to your room and don't disturb Petunia," Uncle Vernon muttered.
Returning to his room, Harry opened the door. The pile of snacks had indeed vanished. He hurriedly checked under the bed. The cake was intact.
He had overthought it...
Harry suddenly realized that Dudley couldn't bend low, let alone squeeze himself under the bed. He'd get stuck. Lying on the bed, Harry couldn't help but reflect on the memories of the day. He had to admit, it was the best birthday he'd ever had.
This chapter not only depicts Harry's life with the Dursleys and his birthday celebration with Sirius, but also delves into Dudley's character. I'd like to hear from everyone about their perception of Dudley.
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Chapter 331: The Best Birthday
When Harry appeared in the kitchen, the Dursley family of three didn't even look at him. Nobody mentioned his birthday, which suited Harry just fine. He didn't want any of Uncle Vernon's smelly socks for birthday presents; that awful gift had been more than enough for one time.
Uncle Vernon was reading the newspaper, Aunt Petunia was cutting a dry grapefruit, and Dudleyplacing his chubby arm flat on the tablehad a sulky expression on his face.
Ever since Dudley had returned with a humiliating report card and his extra weight, his good days were over. He could still put up a struggle, shedding a few tears to gain sympathy from Aunt Petunia. She'd cry along, then swiftly compromise, agreeing to all of Dudley's demands.
This was his signature move. However, beneath the report card, a few lines had been carefully penned by the nurse from Smeltings School, gently reminding the two parents that Dudley's health was at risk if he continued gaining weight. The school's clothing supply had no clothes left in his size.
The nurse had thoughtfully attached a diet plan. Thanks to Aunt Petunia's insistence, the whole family had to follow this new diet regimen to cater to Dudley's emotions. The effects were quite evidentUncle Vernon's chin had shrunk a bit, making his beard look a bit more elegant and fluffy.
But Harry couldn't care less. Even before receiving any birthday presents, he was planning to join Sirius for breakfast. Now he was eagerly imagining what Sirius would have in store for him. Sirius had recently acquired a motorbike, and in his godfather's enthused eyes, Harry saw a hint of Hagrid's spirit.
"More grapefruit!"
Dudley exclaimed angrily, inheriting Uncle Vernon's small eyes and his physique perfectly.
Harry cheerfully thought to himself, sniffing at the tasteless contents on his plate. He couldn't help but burp; just a while ago, he had consumed two large pieces of creamy cake and was now feeling quite full.
"Dear?" Aunt Petunia said patiently, "We agreed to follow the diet plan the school nurse sent"
But Dudley wasn't listening at all. He quickly finished his own portion and stared at Harry's plate, although the piece of grapefruit on it was much smaller than his own. Then his gaze settled on Harry's lips, where suspicious traces of food were present.
"He's hiding food," Dudley declared, extending his carrot-like fingers with certainty.
Harry hurriedly wiped his mouth, realizing he had been careless after touching the sticky cream.
"What?" Aunt Petunia asked, puzzled.
But Dudley's greedy eyes remained fixed on Harry, as if he were a piece of cake or something. A shadow fell over Harry's heart. He faced a difficult choiceshould he threaten Dudley with his wand if he tried to steal his cake?
There's no Sirius here, no spare wand, and definitely no excuses. If I use magic, the Ministry will trace it directly to me
...
They had a thrilling day, exploring almost half of London. As evening approached, Sirius took him for a ride along the Thames, the water reflecting the golden hues of sunset. Harry's stomach was also filled with steak and oysters.
By seven in the evening, they returned to Sirius' rented house. But Harry didn't want to go back so early. When Sirius invited him to play a game of wizard's chess, he readily agreed.
Mercilessly, Harry won three games in a row against his godfather, forcing Sirius to overturn the chessboard in protest. So, they ended up lounging on the couch, watching TV together.
It wasn't until almost ten o'clock that their neighbor, Mrs. Figg, knocked on the door, complaining about the noise. That's when Harry realized he should head back.
The light was still on at Number 4, Privet Drive. This puzzled Harry. As he pushed open the door, he saw Uncle Vernon and Dudley squeezed together on the sofa, watching a football match. He breathed a sigh of relief; at least it wasn't what he had feared. Harry purposely studied Dudley's expression, avoiding his guilty gaze.
"Get back to your room and don't disturb Petunia," Uncle Vernon muttered.
Returning to his room, Harry opened the door. The pile of snacks had indeed vanished. He hurriedly checked under the bed. The cake was intact.
He had overthought it...
Harry suddenly realized that Dudley couldn't bend low, let alone squeeze himself under the bed. He'd get stuck. Lying on the bed, Harry couldn't help but reflect on the memories of the day. He had to admit, it was the best birthday he'd ever had.
This chapter not only depicts Harry's life with the Dursleys and his birthday celebration with Sirius, but also delves into Dudley's character. I'd like to hear from everyone about their perception of Dudley.
Thank you for reading this far! You can access more chapters from HERE by joining my Patreon community. You'll gain exclusive early access to the COMPLETE NOVEL.
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Early access to 100s of chapters before they go public. You also get access to all the novels I'm translating, you can find them here HERE.Your name will be featured on the "Wall of Gratitude".The power to vote on which novel I translate next.You Get Ad-free Chapters.
For $10
You get to suggest a Novel for me to translate.You get access to Digital art.Your name featured on the "Wall of Gratitude" (in gold).
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You get to recommend a Novel and I will immediately start translating it.Your name featured on the "Wall of Gratitude" (in blue).
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Chapter 331: The Best BirthdayWhen Harry appeared in the kitchen, the Dursley family of three didn't even look at him. Nobody mentioned his birthday, which suited Harry just fine. He didn't want any of Uncle Vernon's smelly socks for birthday presents; that awful gift had been more than enough for one time.Uncle Vernon was reading the newspaper, Aunt Petunia was cutting a dry grapefruit, and Dudleyplacing his chubby arm flat on the tablehad a sulky expression on his face.Ever since Dudley had returned with a humiliating report card and his extra weight, his good days were over. He could still put up a struggle, shedding a few tears to gain sympathy from Aunt Petunia. She'd cry along, then swiftly compromise, agreeing to all of Dudley's demands.This was his signature move. However, beneath the report card, a few lines had been carefully penned by the nurse from Smeltings School, gently reminding the two parents that Dudley's health was at risk if he continued gaining weight. The school's clothing supply had no clothes left in his size.The nurse had thoughtfully attached a diet plan. Thanks to Aunt Petunia's insistence, the whole family had to follow this new diet regimen to cater to Dudley's emotions. The effects were quite evidentUncle Vernon's chin had shrunk a bit, making his beard look a bit more elegant and fluffy.But Harry couldn't care less. Even before receiving any birthday presents, he was planning to join Sirius for breakfast. Now he was eagerly imagining what Sirius would have in store for him. Sirius had recently acquired a motorbike, and in his godfather's enthused eyes, Harry saw a hint of Hagrid's spirit."More grapefruit!"Dudley exclaimed angrily, inheriting Uncle Vernon's small eyes and his physique perfectly.Harry cheerfully thought to himself, sniffing at the tasteless contents on his plate. He couldn't help but burp; just a while ago, he had consumed two large pieces of creamy cake and was now feeling quite full."Dear?" Aunt Petunia said patiently, "We agreed to follow the diet plan the school nurse sent"But Dudley wasn't listening at all. He quickly finished his own portion and stared at Harry's plate, although the piece of grapefruit on it was much smaller than his own. Then his gaze settled on Harry's lips, where suspicious traces of food were present."He's hiding food," Dudley declared, extending his carrot-like fingers with certainty.Harry hurriedly wiped his mouth, realizing he had been careless after touching the sticky cream."What?" Aunt Petunia asked, puzzled.But Dudley's greedy eyes remained fixed on Harry, as if he were a piece of cake or something. A shadow fell over Harry's heart. He faced a difficult choiceshould he threaten Dudley with his wand if he tried to steal his cake?There's no Sirius here, no spare wand, and definitely no excuses. If I use magic, the Ministry will trace it directly to me...They had a thrilling day, exploring almost half of London. As evening approached, Sirius took him for a ride along the Thames, the water reflecting the golden hues of sunset. Harry's stomach was also filled with steak and oysters.By seven in the evening, they returned to Sirius' rented house. But Harry didn't want to go back so early. When Sirius invited him to play a game of wizard's chess, he readily agreed.Mercilessly, Harry won three games in a row against his godfather, forcing Sirius to overturn the chessboard in protest. So, they ended up lounging on the couch, watching TV together.It wasn't until almost ten o'clock that their neighbor, Mrs. Figg, knocked on the door, complaining about the noise. That's when Harry realized he should head back.The light was still on at Number 4, Privet Drive. This puzzled Harry. As he pushed open the door, he saw Uncle Vernon and Dudley squeezed together on the sofa, watching a football match. He breathed a sigh of relief; at least it wasn't what he had feared. Harry purposely studied Dudley's expression, avoiding his guilty gaze."Get back to your room and don't disturb Petunia," Uncle Vernon muttered.Returning to his room, Harry opened the door. The pile of snacks had indeed vanished. He hurriedly checked under the bed. The cake was intact.He had overthought it...Harry suddenly realized that Dudley couldn't bend low, let alone squeeze himself under the bed. He'd get stuck. Lying on the bed, Harry couldn't help but reflect on the memories of the day. He had to admit, it was the best birthday he'd ever had.This chapter not only depicts Harry's life with the Dursleys and his birthday celebration with Sirius, but also delves into Dudley's character. I'd like to hear from everyone about their perception of Dudley.Thank you for reading this far! You can access more chapters from HERE by joining my Patreon community. You'll gain exclusive early access to the COMPLETE NOVEL.As a member of my Patreon community, here is what you'll get:For $5Early access to 100s of chapters before they go public. You also get access to all the novels I'm translating, you can find them here HERE.Your name will be featured on the "Wall of Gratitude".The power to vote on which novel I translate next.You Get Ad-free Chapters.For $10You get to suggest a Novel for me to translate.You get access to Digital art.Your name featured on the "Wall of Gratitude" in gold.For $20You get to recommend a Novel and I will immediately start translating it.Your name featured on the "Wall of Gratitude" in blue.Don't let this amazing opportunity slip through your fingers!
