Harry's expression was dull, his mind was cold and blank.
His consciousness was pierced by a paralyzing dart, and he was expelled from Hogwarts.
It was all over and he could never go back.
Vernon was still yelling, but Harry paid no attention to it.
His mind gradually awakened, and he remembered that the Ministry of Magic wanted to destroy his wand.
He must escape without further delay.
He didn't want his wand to be destroyed, so where could he go?
He was also warned when he was in the third grade.
Why was it okay that time?
Oh, right.
That's because Fudge was there and Fudge protected him.
Harry wanted to run away, but Vernon was still calling him to explain himself.
"Get out of the way!" Harry couldn't care less.
"You must stay here and tell me honestly how my son could..."
"If you don't move out of the way, I'll cast a poison spell on you." Harry said, raising his wand.
Seeing this scene, John fell into deep thought, and Harry was driven to panic.
He was sitting on the sofa and no one noticed him at all.
Harry was still confronting Vernon, threatening to cast a spell.
There was a loud bang, startling everyone.
It wasn't Harry, it was an owl that hit the glass.
The owl held out a leg tenaciously, with a small roll of parchment on it.
Harry untied it, as if holding on to his last hope, and opened it to read.
John leaned over and took a look. It was from Arthur Weasley.
Said that Dumbledore had rushed to the Ministry of Magic to investigate the entire incident, and asked Harry not to leave the Dursleys' house, not to use magic and to hand over his wand.
"Dumbledore, you really think of the Ministry of Magic as your own."
John mocked in his heart, saying he didn't want power, but he was using it everywhere.
There is even an attitude of overriding the Ministry of Magic.
Harry seemed to have received a calming needle to stabilize his mind. He didn't want to leave.
But Vernon was completely enraged.
Harry felt much more at ease and told them the reason.
When he mentioned the dementors, Aunt Petunia turned pale and revealed that the dementors were the guards guarding Azkaban Prison.
Everyone looked at her and Vernon listened to Petunia's explanation.
After a while, another owl flew over.
This time it was the owl from the Ministry of Magic, and they brought good news. They would not break Harry's wand for the time being, nor would they expel him from school, but the trial would still go ahead.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Dumbledore would not sit idly by.
Vernon couldn't explain how he felt when he heard that Harry would not be expelled. On the one hand, he was afraid of Harry's revenge, and on the other hand, he wished that Harry would stay far away. m.
Another owl came in, the fourth.
It came in from the kitchen fireplace, and the dust came out and made people cough.
This time it was Sirius's, who repeatedly insisted that Harry not leave the house.
John was a little tired of seeing such tricks.
Something happened to the savior, and someone who seemed to be secretly protecting him appeared, and it was his uncle from the Ministry of Magic. Then Dumbledore went there in person, and then the godfather came too.
"It's really precious." He sat on the sofa and watched the farce with his eyelids half raised.
Harry was a little dissatisfied with Sirius's words. He fought off the Dementors alone. Didn't anyone tell him 'well done'?
John could see his emotions and thought it was funny.
If it were any other wizard, even a pureblood, he wouldn't be treated like this.
Harry enjoyed it so much that he became fussy.
"Look, this is the savior that Dumbledore painstakingly cultivated."
John held his cheek with one hand and watched with interest.
The Savior is very arrogant. When others call him You-Know-Who, he can speak Voldemort's name without any hesitation. He is also somewhat complacent when he sees that Vernon and Petunia are too scared to speak.
Vernon even wanted to drive him away, but at this moment, the fifth owl flew over.
It's really lively today.
But this one was not looking for Harry, but flew over and looked for Petunia Dursley.
It was a red howler letter.
Harry told her it was a howler letter.
Vernon immediately tensed up and told her to throw it away.
In Vernon's opinion, wizards were no different than dangerous people.
Penny was also a little frightened when she saw her name written on it.
The howler letter was unopened and started to smoke.
Penny was at a loss as the envelope burst into flames, causing her to scream and throw the envelope away.
As luck would have it, the envelope flew right at John.
So John caught it.
At the moment when he was about to make a sound, John clapped his hands together.
The sound became inaudible.
"Remember me last, Penny."
This sound.
It's Dumbledore!
With a pinch of John's hands, the envelope turned into ashes.
Everyone stared at this scene blankly. To them, the letter was floating out of thin air.
Then it turned to ashes.
"Where's the sound? Why is there no sound?" Harry looked at everything in surprise.
He wasn't sure why the howler was silent.
Petunia was also holding the chair, and Vernon went up to hug his wife.
Dudley woke up and stared blankly in that direction.
And John, already knowing that there was no fun to see, left directly.
. . .
"Backtracking."
In the attic.
Golden light entwined a piece of ashes, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, the ashes quickly grew into a red envelope.
Howler letter.
John looked at the envelope in thought, "Dumbledore sent it to Petunia Dursley so that he could remember his last words?"
Petunia is Harry's aunt and Harry's mother's sister.
Lily Evans.
Strictly speaking, Harry is not the savior.
Lily Evans was the one who used an ancient magic to cast upon Harry, allowing that love to defeat Voldemort.
As Lily's sister, Petunia is a Muggle.
The only place where Dumbledore and her could interact was with Harry.
Flipping through the roaring letter casually, John's right hand ring covered two fingers and moved a little closer to the roaring letter.
The roaring letter that was on the verge of spontaneous combustion stopped immediately, and John threw the letter into his small bag.
There was a book on the table, which started to flip through after being blown by the wind.
"The Tales of Beedle the Poet"
Finally, the page was turned to the legend of the three brothers about the resurrection stone of the second brother.
John stared at the resurrection stone written on it, a faint light flashing in his eyes.
"The God of Death does exist, and so does the Three Hallows of Death."
Gently brushing the book with his fingers, John said thoughtfully: "In the story, the Resurrection Stone found the beloved girl for the second child. Because she did not belong to this world, she became sad and indifferent."
It looks like a scam, a deceptive fantasy.
But John didn't think so. He felt that there was a possibility that the method used by the second child was wrong.
The second child relies on the power of the Resurrection Stone itself to summon a girl who does not belong to this world and is rejected by the world.
If you use the power of time and soul to inject it into it, and the forbidden power collides, you may be able to summon back the soul of the deceased.
This is just a guess by John. The conditions for implementation are difficult. At least it requires the power to banish the Ice Box and the Resurrection Stone.
He kept his thoughts to himself.
The second day.
The Dursleys did not kick Harry out in the end, but their attitude became very cold.
John just glanced at it and ignored it.
He heads to Johnny Silverhand's store.
Mundungus wasn't here, probably keeping an eye on Harry at Privet Drive.
John picked up a report, which showed the status of Silver Hand Angel Investment this quarter.
He glanced at it and saw that in addition to the Weasley twins' joke shop, there were other investment projects.
As of now, the only ones who can make returns in the short term are the Weasley twins.
Most of the others are in a state of investing money.
Looking down, John saw that 3,000 galleons had been invested in a project, but the return on this project was basically zero.
He glanced at the signer, Mundungus Fletcher.
"I wanted to kill you, but you handed me the knife."
John smiled hoarsely and called Tang Mi in. John pointed at the project called 'Pudgy Surfing Training' and said, "Find out this project and expel Mundungus."
After saying that, John thought for a while and continued: "Don't forget to ask him to spit out the money to me."
Some people died, but not completely...
