In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun spread across the mountains and seas, shining on the white walls of No. 4 Privet Drive, and through a curtained window on the second floor, reflecting a pink halo in the dim room.
There was still a while before dinner, and the neighbors on Privet Drive were mowing lawns and flowers in their yards. A few children were chasing each other on the relatively spacious street, or chasing a stray dog together. The wild cats on this street left a series of laughter as clear as silver bells in the leisurely and comfortable air.
Through the gap in the curtains, Harry stared expressionlessly at the children who were laughing as much as they could under the care of their parents. After a long time, he fell on the bed with a sigh and covered his head with the quilt.
The flushed room was a little messier than before, mainly because there were many more things in the room that wouldn't exist in a normal Muggle child's room.
There was a large wooden chest at the foot of the bed, open to reveal a cauldron, a broomstick, black robes, and an assortment of spellbooks. There was a large, empty birdcage on the table, where Harry's white owl, Hedwig, usually roosted. Rolls of parchment were scattered haphazardly across the rest of the table. There was an open book on the floor opposite the bed, which Harry had read before going to bed last night. The pictures in this book are constantly moving. Young men in bright orange-red robes are riding on broomsticks, flying around and throwing red balls at each other.
Yes, there is an apprentice wizard living in the house at No. 4 Privet Drive. If the neighbors know that the Dursleys, who have always been well-behaved, are hiding a freak, their jaws will drop. And the house The Dursleys would be ashamed to move overnight.
Harry wouldn't care about this kind of thing, and it wasn't like he wanted to come back here.
Nearly a month ago, Harry had no choice but to return to the Dursleys for the summer vacation. To be honest, this was probably his most unpleasant day of the year, and Harry couldn't tell whether things had improved or gotten worse this year.
In the past, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia would never have allowed him to play with these 'trick' related things in the room during the summer vacation.
As soon as they get home, they will pack up everything related to Hogwarts and lock it in a cupboard, and then reluctantly return it to him when school starts again.
Professor Brain and Sirius had helped him get his current treatment, especially Sirius. The conversation before the summer vacation had changed the Dursleys a lot.
They did stop abusing him, at least not physically.
Aunt Petunia would never let him get up early to make breakfast for the family, or leave him alone after lunch while the Dursleys curled up on the overcrowded sofa to watch TV. When washing dishes in the kitchen, Uncle Vernon wouldn't yell at him to tidy up his hair every morning when he saw him, and Dudley never once hid around the corner of the stairs and sneaked in while he was going downstairs. Stretching out my feet to see his joke.
During this summer vacation, Harry was free as never before.
He didn't have to do any housework, but he could enjoy delicious food that even Dudley, who was losing weight, couldn't enjoy.
The only problem is that the Dursleys treat him as if he doesn't exist at all. In the past, they would just pretend that he didn't exist in their family in front of outsiders.
During the entire summer vacation, they didn't say a few words to him.
Aunt Petunia would take away his dirty clothes when he went out for a walk. When it was time for dinner and he didn't come downstairs, Uncle Vernon would come to his door with a plate, put down the food, knock on the door, and then Leave, and Dudley, basically as soon as Harry appears in his sight, no matter what he was making a fuss about before, he will immediately quiet down and pretend that nothing happened.
In the past, Harry wished the Dursleys had treated him like this. But wait until he gets his wish and enjoys this kind of treatment, Harry. He must admit that he misses the past a little bit. At least, he feels that he exists.
He wrote to Ron and Hermione about all these things. As expected, they both expressed great indignation. In Ron's reply to him, he said that he would tell his father about the situation and ask Weasley to The gentleman immediately took him away from the Dursleys.
Harry's heart was pounding, but after careful consideration, he still rejected Ron.
It's not because the Weasley family isn't good enough to him. If he could have parents like Ron, Harry would be willing to give everything in exchange. The problem is that he doesn't have no relatives now.
Sirius Black, his godfather, had said before the summer vacation that he would come to the Dursleys to take him out as soon as possible after dealing with some matters. Harry thought it best not to leave without permission, and he didn't want to hear Mrs. Weasley, who knew his situation, standing in the kitchen with her hands on her hips and complaining that Sirius had not done his duty.
Speaking of Sirius, another heavy sigh came from under the quilt.
In the first few days of the summer vacation, Sirius sent him two replies. He told him that he was dealing with certain things with Professor Blaine. If everything went well, he would be back in two weeks at the latest. But later, Sirius There is no news at all.
All the letters he asked Hedwig to send to Sirius were brought back by Hedwig, which meant that Sirius himself was not found.
This thing is very unusual. Hedwig is a very smart owl. She can always accomplish things for Harry. She has never done anything like this before. She failed again and again, which made Harry feel sorry for Sirius and Bray. Worried about Professor En's safety.
Hermione suggested that Harry write a letter to Dumbledore explaining the situation, but Harry did not do so. On the one hand, he felt that maybe Sirius and Professor Braine were just a little far away, so Hedwig could not find them. Because of this, he wrote to Professor Dumbledore, and Harry felt that he was making a bit of a fuss.
On the other hand, Ron's opinion also makes sense. If Professor Brain and Sirius can't deal with the problem, then Professor Dumbledore may not be able to help.
boom!
The sound of the door slamming downstairs made Harry, who was listening carefully for any disturbance in the house, immediately jump out of bed.
He rushed out of the room like the wind, took three steps at a time and went down the stairs to the quiet and silent first floor. Without even looking at the steaming dinner on the dining table, he stood alone in the dark living room.
Apparently, the Dursleys were out.
In the past, their family would often go out and leave him at home. However, at least they would give him some warnings before leaving. For example, they were not allowed to turn on the TV without permission, eat from the refrigerator, or break in. Enter their room and so on. Finally, simply tell him what they are going to do, and now, they go out without saying anything. Of course, his dinner has been thoughtfully prepared.
At this moment, Harry suddenly noticed a note left on the coffee table. Harry jumped up, quickly jumped over the sofa and grabbed the note on the coffee table.
The above is a passage left by Aunt Petunia:
Maggie came to see us to see Dudley. We invited her to eat out. Considering that you didn't like her, we didn't call you. Your dinner was on the dining table and the dirty dishes were left there. We would deal with them when we came back.
"Go to hell with you!"
Harry's face was ashen. He tried hard to resist the urge to take out his wand and burn the house to the ground. He balled up the note and threw it heavily on the ground.
(End of chapter)
