When Uncle Vernon came to the kitchen, Zhou Xuan was flipping with bacon.

"Comb your hair!"

He roared, this was his way of meeting in the morning and greeting him.

Zhou Xuan shook his head silently and said intimately.

"This uncle is so fat like a pig, including his son."

Almost once a week, Uncle Vernon looked at Harry from above his newspaper and yelled at Harry that he should go for a haircut.

Harry took more haircuts than all the students in his class, but this didn't work at all, his hair grew wildly.

While Zhou Xuan was frying eggs, Dudley and his mother came to the kitchen.

Dudley is more like Uncle Vernon, with a big pink face, a short neck, a pair of watery blue eyes, and thick blonde hair flat against his thick, chubby head. Aunt Penny often says Dudley looks like a little angel—but Harry often says he looks like a pig wearing a wig.

Zhou Xuan put a plate of fried eggs and smoked bacon on the dining table, and there was no extra space on the table at this time.

"Eat it quickly and then experience the magic that comes out of your body."

Yes, this is the magic that Harry Potter is born with, and he inherits it perfectly.

At this time Dudley was counting his gifts, and gradually his face sank.

“Thirty-six.”

He looked up at his parents and said.

"Two fewer than last year."

"Dear, you haven't counted the gifts that Aunt Maggie gave you yet. Look, under the big bag your mom and dad gave you."

Dudley said.

"Okay, then thirty-seven."

His face turned red.

Zhou Xuan could see that Dudley was about to be furious, but he had already eaten the smoked bacon in front of him. He was not afraid of being full and wanted him to order the house.

Aunt Penny obviously also smelled a dangerous signal and hurriedly said.

"When we go out on the street today, I will buy you two more gifts. How about it, baby? Is it better to buy two more gifts?"

Dudley thought for a while and it seemed like a difficult job. Finally, he finally said slowly.

"Then I have thirty...thirty..."

He is really as stupid as a pig, and he won’t forget it if he has more than thirty-seven pieces.

Aunt Penny said.

"Thirty-nine pieces, my heart and soul."

"oh."

Dudley sat down heavily and grabbed the gift bag closest to him.

"Oh well."

Uncle Vernon giggled.

"This brat is calculating his income, which is exactly the same as his father. With you, good boy, Dudley!"

He rubbed Dudley's hair.

Zhou Xuan also smiled when he saw this scene of a kind father and a filial son.

At this time the phone rang and Aunt Penny ran to answer the phone.

Uncle Vernon watched Dudley unpack, a racing car, a camera, a remote-controlled plane, sixteen new computer game discs and a tape recorder. While he was tearing a piece of wrapping paper from a gold watch, Aunt Penny came back after answering the phone, looking angry and anxious.

"Bad news, Vernon."

She said.

"Ms. Feige broke her leg and couldn't come to pick him up."

She nodded to Zhou Xuan.

Dudley was so scared that he was speechless.

Every year on Dudley's birthday, his parents always take him out for a day with another friend, go to amusement parks, eat hamburgers or watch movies, but leave Harry to Mrs. Feige, a crazy old woman who lives two streets away.

Harry hated Mrs. Feige's place to live, and the room was full of cabbage. Mrs. Feige insisted that he see photos of several cats she had raised in the past.

“What should I do now?”
Chapter completed!