Harry Potter: Super Magic God

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Chapter 229 The Perfect Gift

Simple thick parchment paper, opened to reveal two envelopes. Books (Advertising)

Harry opened George's letter first and read it.

Dear Harry: Happy birthday, I hope you have done your homework in advance, or you will regret your laziness when you receive the gift.

Well, without scaring you, I hope the rest of your vacation is relaxing and enjoyable.

Have fun, George Soros.

Harry looked forward to it even more. What kind of gift was it? He had to do his homework in advance so that he would have no regrets after receiving the gift.

Harry hurriedly opened George's gift.

A boxy, thick, hard notebook, which Harry opened.

"Oh my God!" he couldn't help exclaiming.

What did he see? He saw a passport.

This is a British citizen passport. The age is 18 years old, the picture on the face is Harry's head, and his name is Potter Harry.

He also saw a note that said, I can't help you prepare your driver's license. Of course, you can take the test yourself. I wish you a happy holiday.

"Hahaha!" Harry rolled on the bed with excitement, trying hard not to let himself scream, it was too late to disturb the neighbors.

The two owls, Hedwig and Errol, looked at Harry who was rolling on the bed with interest, wondering why he was so happy.

Harry took his passport and gave him a hard kiss. "That's really good."

Harry had a lot of ideas for George's gifts, maybe it was the notes that George sorted out, maybe it was the magic book he deliberately chose, and maybe it was the magic props he made. But he had no idea that George would give him a passport, and Harry never dreamed he would receive this.

But as soon as he saw this thing, he immediately burst into ecstasy without any explanation at all. He knew it was the best gift, the most perfect gift.

What other gift can make a child grow up early and enter the adult world early to make them more satisfied? Absolutely not.

Harry immediately understood why George said he would be very sorry if he didn't finish his homework ahead of time. Of course it will be a pity, with the passport, the rest of his vacation will be completely different.

He can go anywhere he wants to go without any scruples, although there is no place he is familiar with for the time being, and there is no place that he particularly thinks of. But he is free, and this freedom is not false, not false at all. He can go anywhere at any time like a real adult.

Whether it is going to the amusement park, or returning to London ahead of time, back to Diagon Alley, he can make free choices completely at will. When he was walking down the street, he never had to worry about a police officer suddenly coming and asking him why he didn't walk with his parents or why he was hanging out alone.

Now he's an adult, an adult Potter Harry.

The early morning sun shone on the earth, and the birdsong in his ears was interesting. Harry got up early to the sound of birdsong. Pushing open the window, it was blue sky and white clouds, flocks of birds, and flocks of white pigeons began to "coo" early in the morning.

No matter how happy Harry was with the gift he had received, the time went on, but for a whole week he had not gone anywhere.

Probably he began to understand some words, people's thoughts, changed with time and things. One of the big changes in maturity is that what you once wanted is no longer needed.

At a certain time, he had a special craving for a toy, but no matter how much he craved that thing, this craving could only burn his soul and did nothing to him. He could only watch, Cousin Dudley had everything and he had nothing.

He used to yearn to go to the playground, but he never got it, and when he has the ability now, he can also go to the playground. He couldn't feel that joy anymore, he didn't know why he went to the playground.

There is no joy and no purpose.

He'd never longed for affection, never wanted to be accepted by the Dursleys, and he could do anything for it. But now, anything the Dursleys did would make him feel sick, and he just hoped that the Dursleys would never be in his sight.

For a moment, Harry had countless options and the freedom to go anywhere. Instead, he hesitated, he didn't know where he should go, where he should go.

At breakfast, Harry couldn't help asking Barbara.

"Aunt Barbara, have you ever had that kind of time? It's when you've prepared a plan for a long time, you've been looking forward to a long trip, and you really want to go out. One day, you suddenly feel very boring, suddenly don't want to do anything, suddenly Don't want to go out?" Harry asked a little embarrassedly.

Barbara gave Harry a sympathetic look and said, "Of course, this is a very common thing. Every time I go to see my daughter, I prepare for a long time."

"I need to bring her snacks that I made myself, as well as new clothes for her. When I go to their school, I can't stay there for long. I can only talk to her, they have a lot of courses, and she still needs to spend time Allocated to the students."

Her voice was a little low, and she said, "Sometimes, I really don't know what I'm doing, I obviously don't have to do these things. I just need to wait for them to have a holiday, and I can watch them at home every day, and they also I always persuaded me not to have to go to school to see them every time, but I couldn't help but continue like this."

"Actually, during the whole process, I saw her, and it wasn't a big deal. On the contrary, when I was preparing, I needed to prepare snacks for her, and I needed to worry about whether she was doing well in school. Things that seem to be meaningless are the times when I am most looking forward to reads;"

Having said that, Barbara's mood suddenly improved again.

She said to Harry, "Harry, I think you should go out for a walk and not stay in the house all day, of course you can choose to stay in the house."

"But it's not good. You should get in touch with the outside world. You should visit your friends. You've been at home for more than a month, and you haven't seen anyone except me. boring you."

"Well, I do want to meet my friends, I miss them a little," Harry muttered softly.

He didn't really care much about what Barbara said, but he heard one thing very clearly, he did miss his friends terribly.

Only with them did he feel that no matter what he did, it would be very interesting.

(To be continued.)

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