Chapter 289 Birthday Gift

In early August, this was the most stressful summer vacation in Harry's life - Hermione and her family were coming to visit the Dursleys.

He recalled that this summer vacation seemed to be the same as usual, but it seemed that many things had changed.

During the summer vacation, when his uncle and aunt saw the report card, their faces were extremely wonderful, and Harry still wanted to laugh now.

When they saw in the living room that there was only one A, three Ds, and the grades of the other five subjects were O, which were lower than F and G, the couple looked at each other, remained silent, and looked at each other again, repeating this dozens of times.

"It's okay, it's good that it's not U, you tried your best." Aunt Petunia said with a forced smile, waving Harry to sit on the sofa.

Vernon sat on the other side of him, snorted coldly, and said with a straight face: "Petunia, Harry is almost 18 years old, don't give useless comfort."

After a pause, he suppressed his anger and tried to speak in a calm voice: "Harry, it may be that we banned you from reviewing during the holidays, so you can't catch up. You can be angry, but you are not allowed to go out to work with this result. I will write to your principal later to discuss the cost of retaking the exam and see if I can catch up next year."

"What?" Harry was confused.

As his uncle and aunt talked for a long time, Harry finally understood what they were talking about. It turned out that they confused the letter grades of O.W.L.s with the grades of the Muggle fifth-year public examination.

This year, Dudley was also a candidate, so they preconceived that the grades of O.W.L.s should be arranged from A to G, and U, which cannot be classified.

Harry knew that his uncle and aunt were also worried about his studies, so he patiently explained the grading standards of O.W.L.s and his current development direction.

After listening to Harry's story, Vernon held his chin and pondered for a while, and concluded: "That is to say, the three subjects you failed are useless, and you have been concentrating on training the five most important subjects all year? And you are now a cadet in training?"

"Well, that's it." Harry still doesn't understand whether Aurors are police officers. They are more like a mixture of agents, intelligence officers, special police and soldiers, but it is likely to scare them if he tells them directly.

"Right, are those newspapers true? You fought with the mysterious people in some valley?" Petunia was obviously more concerned about Harry's safety, and she took out the old news of the Daily Prophet and read it carefully.

"Uh...haha, don't believe what the newspapers say, they just want to create celebrities. I was safe that day."

Harry lied a little and did not forget Professor Dumbledore's confidentiality regulations.

Vernon picked up another stack of old newspapers and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "So, the two exercises near Charing Cross Road were fake? Their world went to war with some monster from Gringer Bank over there? Did you really win?"

Harry had a headache and regretted sending them the old newspapers that Hermione had read regularly.

However, when he saw the worry in their eyes, he still spent a whole day telling them everything he could say about this school year.

Before going to work the next day, Vernon patted Harry on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Remember to write to us more often to let us know that you are safe."

Penny was cheering Harry up all day long and told him to take a rest when he returned to school and not to fall ill due to overwork.

In the following days, Dudley dragged him to play video games together to relieve his pressure of waiting for the exam results. Harry's skills were very poor, and he was just a dead end whether he fought against Dudley or worked together to pass the level, but Dudley did not complain.

What surprised Harry was that the technology of Muggle society had advanced by leaps and bounds.

Before we knew it, game consoles no longer used cartridges but thin optical discs, mobile phones were getting smaller and smaller, and computers at home could be connected to the global "access network" or "internet" by plugging into the telephone line.

Harry felt that he was out of touch with the Muggle society. Even though Dudley patiently explained that "Internet" meant the Internet, Harry still needed him to demonstrate for a long time before he understood the meaning of websites and networks, and what the hell was the Internet.

However, when he heard the word protocol (IP; Internet Protocol), Harry still gave up. Did he have to sign a draft agreement to go to a website?

Muggle society was too far away from Harry, so he was still used to watching TV during the summer vacation. At least the buttons on the remote control were still familiar to him.

However, he was still self-disciplined. He also took four hours every day to do summer homework and recite the thick Auror skills manual.

During this time, he also talked to Hermione on the phone for more than an hour every day.

He never thought that he could talk so much. Even boring things would become interesting as long as he shared them with Hermione.

However, what made him feel most helpless was that Hermione didn't have to do homework!

In the five-member group, only Ron and he were still students, while Chen Bin, Kate, and even Hermione graduated early and became professors.

Thinking of this, Harry was depressed and helpless.

He was confident that he could get O grades in the five subjects he trained day and night in advance next year, but the three of them all applied for all 12 subjects. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for him to apply for N.E.W.T.s in advance but only apply for 5 subjects?

He didn't tell Hermione about this idea, but Hermione told him a surprising news on the phone - her parents wanted to visit the Dursleys, and the time was tentatively scheduled for early August.

Hermione's parents noticed changes in her after she came back, especially the fact that she often locked herself in her room and chatted on the phone for a long time, and soon they found out that she was in love.

"Have I left any bad impression on them?" Harry asked nervously.

Hermione on the other end of the phone chuckled and teased: "Do you know how to be afraid now? It's too late!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hedwig flew in through the window, clutching a gift in her lap.

I unwrapped the gift paper and opened the box. Inside were individually wrapped trinkets. They were not edible and I didn’t know how to use them. They were obviously Muggle things.

What left Harry speechless the most was that both the packaging and instructions were written in Chinese characters.

There was a post-it note on the outside of the box: "Sorry Harry, I'm late in sending you a birthday gift. This time I carefully selected a suitable gift for you and asked my father to bring it to the castle for Hedwig as a gift when he was at work. Reply. [Note: Keep this thing away, don’t show it to others, use it only when necessary!]

You don't need to guess to know that this is Chen Bin's gift.

"Hermione, I received a gift from Bin, but I don't know what it is. It's all Chinese characters..." Harry couldn't describe the gift clearly even with his poor Muggle knowledge.

"Forget it! When I come to your house, you can show it to me. The Chinese characters in the manual shouldn't be too profound. I'm getting ready to go to bed. Think about it carefully and see if you have left any bad impression on me. Parents, huh."

After hanging up the phone, Harry tossed and turned for a long time, unable to fall asleep.

Finally, he thought of a way to ask for help!

Shenzhen City is 6,000 kilometers away.

(ω): "What? Are you going to meet your parents? At one o'clock the day after tomorrow?"

A strange female creature jumped up from the chair in the garden, and the hand holding the cell phone trembled with excitement, possessed by the spirit of gossip.

"Well, okay. I haven't visited the Grangers since I became little Hermione's godmother. I'll call them now to see if I can come to your house as a guest. Well, well, well, okay Yes, okay. That’s it.”

"Who is your mother-in-law chatting with? It's scary..." Brother Xiao Ming saw Yisha drooling and couldn't help but feel a chill.

"Shh-" Kate saw Isha's ears move and immediately mouthed: "She can do two things at once, you are dead."

! ! ! ∑(Дノ)ノ: "Brother-in-law, I have something urgent for my brother, please leave first!"

"Fortunately, I opened international roaming for Harry." ヾ(▽)ノ: "Hey, Xiao Mingming left so soon? It doesn't matter. I'll give him more experience against Western magic when he comes back."

Katerina: "(°°)...Why can torture and beating be described in such a fresh and refined way...?"

The Czech Republic is more than 8,000 kilometers away from Shenzhen City.

In some of the small towns here, there is a mixture of a bar and a dance hall in one town. Its architectural style is completely inconsistent with ordinary shops. It has a retro and run-down style, and it seems that the townspeople cannot see this shop. .

The inside of the store is not as small as it looks. Once you walk in, you will find that the space seems to be ten times larger.

Not as if, but really broadened.

Under the light of the flickering oil lamp, the long bar exudes a different kind of charm.

The bartender shook the mixing glass to the powerful music, and several wizards with intoxicated faces were sitting on the row of round chairs opposite the bar.

There is an office in the corner of the hall on the first floor. There is a row of benches outside the office door. Sitting on the bench is Chen Bin, who is wearing a traveling robe. Chen Bin is full of swear words.

He's been sitting here for over an hour!