v3 Chapter 251： To be full, to eat better

The cold and clear sky before dawn, accompanied by birdsong, penetrated into the room and illuminated the bedroom. Wake Harry curled up in bed from his sleep.

Summer vacation has started. But for Harry, this summer vacation is more like a month-long detention: limited behavior, limited entertainment, and even limited food! As a child under fifteen, it was hard for Harry to understand why he had to go through such a difficult time every year.

More than once he thought about how nice it would be to stay at Hogwarts for the summer, and it would be nice to live at his godfather's house, he's really good at cleaning!

Even though the Dursleys' house was very clean and free of all those weird and wonderful creatures, Harry preferred to live in Sirius' house. It doesn't matter if it's dirty, messy, or a lot of small animals - maybe Sirius will only give up living there after moving in a few dementors? Harry felt that the house, given himself a summer vacation, would definitely be tidy up.

There was also movement in the room of Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia next door. The couple had been maintaining a very healthy routine, going to bed early and getting up early, and they were in great shape.

Harry lay on the bed, rubbed his face, and crept up from the bed, but he still woke up Hedwig, who was sleeping. In the past few days, this owl has traveled all over the UK and delivered the material resources to Harry, which can be said to have made great contributions.

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

Harry walked to the closet, stretched out, combed his hair in the mirror, grabbed two pieces of clothes, and went downstairs for breakfast after putting them on.

When they got to the kitchen, the Dursleys were already sitting around the dining table. Uncle Vernon was looking intently at the Daily Mail, while Aunt Petunia was slicing tomatoes and putting them on a plate.

No one looked up at Harry from entering the door until he sat down. The Dursleys were trying to practice the technique of ignoring Harry as if they weren't there. Coincidentally, that was exactly what Harry expected. Harry thought it would be best for them to ignore him and get along with each other for a month, before moving in with the Weasleys himself.

Dalí was sitting across from Uncle Vernon, who could occupy an entire side of the square table by himself. The diets these days seemed to have little effect, and his footprint seemed to be larger than usual. When Aunt Petunia put a small plate of chopped tomatoes in front of him, he looked like a game character with enough rage to get his ultimate.

That's the inhumane cyclical activity of teenage families: losing weight. Only reporting results can be compared to this activity.

Looking at the tomato sashimi in front of him, Uncle Vernon groaned from his nose, and the dissatisfaction in his heart had piled up to the limit.

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

Now Aunt Petunia was about to show her majesty. She gave Uncle Vernon a very serious look, nudging her lips towards the refrigerator, and the meaning was very clear: it was all the arrangement of the recipe, none of her business.

Uncle Vernon sighed, almost out of the soul. He picked up the spoon, and as he chewed, his beard quivered.

Dali and Harry didn't talk so much, they both started eating the first time the tomatoes were on the table. Dali was hungry, and Harry knew that if he ate slowly, his share would become Dali'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 doubly painful.

"At least have a cup of coffee!" Uncle Vernon, still indifferent after eating his tomatoes, wiped his mouth, wanting something to drink.

Of course there was coffee, but it was pure black coffee, without a shred of sugar or milk, making Uncle Vernon suspicious of life.

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

In less than half an hour after breakfast, the tomatoes in several people's stomachs were digested.

Uncle Vernon sat in the living room, flipping through his papers haphazardly. There is still a while before the broadcast of the TV program he likes to watch, he can only pass this boring time by reading the newspaper,

Jingle Bell!

The phone rang suddenly, and Uncle Vernon swaggered over to the phone, picked it up, and after a few words with the person on the other end of the line, he hung up.

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

"These **** bastards--to let me go to the company now, it's abominable! Didn't their parents teach them not to disturb other people's holidays?" While complaining about his colleagues, Uncle Vernon neatly changed After putting on his clothes, he told Aunt Petunia a few words and walked out of the house.

Outside, the car's engine blared, and Uncle Vernon drove his car away.

"I went back to my room to play games!" Dali also took heavy steps and left the kitchen.

Harry also slipped out of the kitchen, taking advantage of the chaos. He went back to his bedroom, pried off the loose floor, and pulled out a cream swiss roll—a supply from Mrs. Weasley, along with a big stack of patties, Weasley The old owl at Sly's was nearly exhausted by the food.

Since summer was here and there wasn't a good storage space under the floor, Harry naturally decided to eliminate these unsustainable things first. After eating, he also took out a can of Coca-Cola and drank it. Although it was not an iced Coke, it was enjoyable enough.

Harry's little days were quite comfortable Lunch time came, Uncle Vernon still couldn't handle the company affairs well, so Aunt Petunia, Dali, and Harry could only eat first .

Dalí and Harry both looked embarrassed over vegetable sticks, poached chicken breasts, and low-fat garlic sauce, but driven by hunger, Dalí devoured the entire lunch. Harry's was much smaller than Dalí's, so it wasn't too difficult to eat clean.

After lunch, it's lunch break. The British do not have the habit of taking a lunch break, but the Dursleys are prone to starvation because they eat too healthily, and sleeping at this time is a good choice. So under the promotion of hunger, the whole family developed the habit of taking a lunch break.

Harry tossed and turned on his own bed, unable to fall asleep. As the saying goes, one's thoughts are fuller and warmer. People's desires are endless. After Harry has solved the basic problem of "eat enough", he has to solve the problem of "eat well".

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

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I'm craving burgers...

Give a few monthly passes to the emperor who doesn't have hamburgers!