Tired

Tired

At night, the cool breeze dispelled the summer heat, but it could not disperse the irritation in Harry's heart.

The streetlamp overhead made an intermittent buzzing sound, and its flickering light was rather unpleasant.

He kicked a pebble in the middle of the road hard, then reluctantly headed toward "home" with a bottle of soy sauce in hand.

He had really wanted to watch the Flying Car Race. It was not that he liked Flying Cars that much; in fact, compared to them, he still preferred his own Firebolt.

More importantly, watching the race would have given him an excuse to get far away from the Dursleys. That was what he truly wanted.

Unfortunately, Ron's father had only managed to get tickets for four people this time.

(Ron's five older brothers had all graduated, so the Ministry of Magic had not included them among the employee benefits recipients.)

Harry could not bring himself to take the place of one of Ron's family members and shamelessly go watch the race himself.

It was not as though Harry had not considered buying a ticket himself, but unfortunately, minors had to have tickets purchased by a guardian, and he would still be a few days short of his birthday when tickets went on sale.

Oh, shit!

As for asking his uncle and aunt to help?

Heh heh!

He was not running a fever.

And more importantly, he did not have that many Galleons.

Before graduating from Hogwarts, he could not freely use the inheritance his parents had left him. He did not lack money for everyday things like snacks, but the price of a Flying Car Race ticket was in a completely different league from a few snacks.

"Ugh! Why hasn't school started yet?!"

With a sigh, Harry dragged his heavy feet