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"Bye, Harry!" There were several voices.
"See you later, Potter!" Several more people shouted.
"You're still famous and popular," I smirked.
"But not where I'm going, that's for sure," Harry assured me.
He, Hermione, and I went through the wall together.
"Here he is, Mom, look!"
It was my younger sister's voice, but she wasn't pointing at me at all. It's a damn shame.
"Harry Potter!" Ginny piped up. "Look, Mom! I can see him."
"Keep it down, Ginny," her mother warned her. "Don't point fingers, it's ugly."
Mom smiled at us.
"Has it been a difficult year?"
"Well, yes," Harry admitted. "Thank you so much for the sweater and sweets, Mrs. Weasley."
"Oh, don't mention it, my dear," she replied.
A fat man with a moustache came up to us.
"Well, are you ready?"
Mr. Dursley was clearly outraged by his nephew's insolence. To think of standing among ordinary people with a huge owl in a cage! Behind him, Mrs. Dursley and his cousin could be seen staring at their cousin in horror.
"You must be Harry's relatives!" Mom exclaimed.
"In a way," growled Uncle Vernon. "Hurry up, boy, I'm not going to wait for you all day."
Mr. Dursley walked away, and Harry turned to Hermione and me.
"See you later," he smiled.
"I hope you have... That you'll have a fun vacation..." Hermione stammered uncertainly, clearly startled by Mr. Dursley's ungraciousness.
"Oh, don't hesitate!" Harry exclaimed.
Hermione and I were surprised to see that he was grinning broadly:
"My relatives don't know that we're not allowed to use magic during the holidays. Which means I'm going to have a lot of fun with Dudley this summer... And it will be possible to play the flute at least for some entertainment."
"Well, goodbye or something. Good luck with your family."
Harry went to the Dursleys' car, Hermione was picked up by her parents, and we went to our flying Ford.
And now, a couple of hours later, we're home. Mom immediately began to set dinner on the table. Well, finally you can eat normally. Harry was the only one who gave me sweets on the train. Yes, I ate the chicken leg I captured at the feast yesterday.
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