Hogwarts Everything is Three

Privet Road, Little Huijin District, Surrey, beside the neat streets under the gloomy sky, are houses of the same style. These neighbors’ houses look the same as the Dursley’s houses, lined up one after another. At the same time, this dull and boring quiet place seems to have nothing to do with magic, just like the name of the community comes from a virgin shrub-this shrub is used to make hedges between suburban houses and houses, and the Dursley family originally chose this place. How much I hope this name can bring them good luck, as a symbol of allowing them to be normal people and far away from wizards.

　　 In Harry's bedroom on the second floor with a trap door, there is a bed, a wardrobe, and a desk. Hedwig lives in a cage on the desk. There are also some books that may belong to Dudley but have never been read by him, as well as some old Dudley toys that have not been repaired. After 1991, Harry’s Uncle Vernon The room where Dudley kept the debris was given to Harry.

This was not out of good intentions. During the visit of Allen and Flyg that year, and the receipt of the first Hogwarts admission letter sent to Harry Potter, I saw the address written on it: "Sa County Lee, Little Huijin District, No. 4 Privet Road, the storage room under the stairs, Mr. Harry Potter received "After receiving", Vernon felt very scared because he realized that the people in the wizarding world may already know Harry How miserable it was.

　　 So he let Harry live in a free bedroom upstairs in Dudley to prevent himself from getting into trouble.

Harry was stacking his own items into the box, and a broken lens stood on the table next to him. Sirius' face was in the mirror watching Harry stuff all his belongings into this old gift box. .

　　 Sirius's tone was a bit heavy: "Harry, remember to keep the wand where you can get it all the time...has the back garden door left for us?"

Harry pulled the zippered hand on the backpack. He helped his glasses, raised his head and looked at Sirius in the mirror with some doubt: "It should be half open. I will check it later, but Sirius, do you think we Will it be exposed? Volde...Uh, sorry, I mean mysterious people will appear?"

After a short silence, Sirius' voice was a little hoarse: "Anyway, you have to be prepared for this at any time... In order to avoid the Ministry of Magic's monitoring of your aunt's house, except for those responsible for interference, first go to the Wisteria Road Arabella Fei At Mrs. Ge’s house, the others will teleport to my house on Privet Road first, so let’s just stay and meet."

Harry nodded, put away the fragments of the double-sided mirror, and then picked up a solid wood photo frame placed on the table. The photo in the photo frame was taken by Muggles and would not move. Harry's parents were facing Harry smiled outside the frame—this Muggle photo was already placed here when Harry first walked into the small bedroom that had just been acquired.

　　 After carefully stuffing the photo frame into the backpack, Harry finally pulled the drawstring on the backpack vigorously. At this time, after he had packed his luggage, the sky was getting darker, and the sun slanting westward outside the window shot out a fire-like red light.

　　 Uncle Vernon shouted from downstairs: "Boy!"

　　 "Come here!" Harry sighed and got up. He opened the door, and there was a sudden creak of porcelain under his feet: a cup of black tea was placed on the floor outside his bedroom door, and he just stepped on it without paying attention.

　　 "How...?"

　　 Harry looked around, and there was no one on the landing of No. 4 Privet Road. This cup of tea was probably Dudley's own cleverness, and he wanted to play a prank on him. Harry did not clean up the tea that had fallen on the ground. Instead, he picked up the fragments of the tea cup and threw it into the full trash can behind the bedroom door. Then he leaned against the stair railing and looked downstairs, only Uncle Vernon quickly. He dragged a box to the corner of the living room full of salutes—in the past, that location was almost full of Dudley’s birthday presents at this time of the year.

　　Uncle Vernon, who called Harry down, seemed to ignore him again. His fat body was compact and he called out anxiously: "Hurry up, Dudley, hurry up."

"I still don't understand why we have to leave here." Dudley walked out, he was carrying a punching bag. Harry’s cousin was different from the completely plump and chubby image of previous years. Now he looks like a big guy with some muscular lines-although he still has ugly blond curly hair and wears a boring leather jacket.

"Because according to what they said, it's no longer safe here!" Vernon dragged another bulging suitcase and piled it into the pile of salutes. "You want to take this thing with you too? To that kid. Fortunately, we need to flee after suffering!"

　　 "I need it to stay strong. If there is no internet where we are going, then this is my only fun." With a thump, Dudley's boxing sandbag knocked down the gift box that Vernon had just piled up.

"Well, since you like it, we don't need to mention it personally anyway." Vernon's small eyes kept turning, thinking about what else could be taken away from the house, and then he seemed to have seen Harry just then, and he immediately He shouted loudly, "Hey, boy, when are they coming?"

Harry had been screaming and drinking like this for sixteen years, and he didn't react much to it. His eyes swept across the travel clock on the mantelpiece without a trace of his tone. "They just contacted me and they will be on time. "

Dudley’s gaze followed Vernon around the room, and finally, Vernon stopped in front of Harry, his big purple face crumpled: "I changed my mind... I’m not going, this is my home. The home I have lived in for more than ten years... are all scams. I didn’t sleep in the middle of the night yesterday. Thinking about this, will there be any problems with the house you bought me? There must be a conspiracy, do you think Occupy the house?!"

　　 "House?" Harry asked, "What house?"

"This house!" Uncle Vernon screamed, and the blood vessels on his forehead began to throb. "Our house! House prices around here are soaring! You want to take us away and show me a big one. You actually rented the house or did some tricks? Then before we understand it, the name on the deed here becomes yours..."

"Are you confused? Conspiring to occupy this house? Are you really as stupid as you are?" Harry asked impatiently. "I'm afraid you forgot. My godfather bought a house by the side. He just spent a small amount of money, and my parents left me enough property. What do I want your house for? For all those happy past events?"

　　 Silence—Harry thought his uncle's words were suppressed.

　　 "You claim," Uncle Vernon said, and started pacing again, "This demon..."

　　 "...Voldemort," Harry said impatiently, "we have discussed this a hundred times. It is not a claim, it is a fact, my godfather and Mr. Weasley..."

　　Vernon Dursley arched his shoulders angrily, and Harry guessed that his uncle was trying to get rid of that memory. At that time, just a few days after Harry's summer vacation, the two adult wizards suddenly visited. Sirius and Mr. Arthur Weasley appeared at the door of his uncle’s house, in order to persuade the Dursleys to bring them a very unpleasant shock-Harry had to admit that Mr. Weasley and his godfather had both Having smashed half of the living room into ruins, their reappearance would certainly not please Uncle Vernon.

Outside, the sun hung low over the privet hedge, and the neighbor’s lawnmower turned off again. Uncle Vernon didn’t speak immediately. He continued pacing and then suddenly raised his head: "Don’t you have a Ministry of Magic? Then? , Why can’t they protect us? In my opinion, we, as innocent victims, have not done anything bad except for adopting a suspect. We deserve the protection of the government!"

"The Ministry of Magic has been protecting us. You don't think that the inexplicable fires and hurricanes that have caused us before are really accidents? Even the heavy fog that appears from time to time... is caused by the dementors." Harry saw his cousin Dudley laughed with a frightened expression.

　　 Dudley was raising his hand to cover his mouth. Seeing Harry staring at him and smiling, he slowly put his hand down: "They... have more?"

"Don't worry, the Ministry of Magic regularly sends people to expel them with a patron saint..." Harry pretended to comfort his cousin, and then said suddenly, "But you know, except for the two who attacked us last time. Of course there are more of them, hundreds, maybe thousands now? Because they live by fear and despair, and they cannot be killed...so the Ministry of Magic can only expel them temporarily, so now the fog is It happened in waves."

　　 "Okay, okay," Vernon Dursley roared, "Then tell me, why can't we let the Ministry of Magic protect us? What kind of society do we need to rely on? Rely on your small group?"

Harry couldn't help laughing. Uncle was like this. He always pinned his hopes on the authority, even in a world where he was hostile and distrustful: "The Ministry of Magic seems to want to use me to lead the Dark Lord. …Of course I have no objections and timidity to this, unless you are the same as mine, maybe I can try to persuade my godfather again?"

"No!!!" Vernon screamed, and he gasped heavily, his thick black moustache fluctuating, and his big face still rose to purple-red, "I mean... well, kid, You better not let me find that you are deceiving us!"

　　 Seeing the embarrassed Uncle Vernon pulling Dudley and starting to run up the stairs, he went back to the room and continued to pack things.

Harry shrugged and walked aimlessly towards the kitchen. Apart from the room he currently lives in, besides the storage room under the stairs in this house, the kitchen he is most familiar with is the place where he can work. The longest stay.

　　 Harry walked a few steps to the kitchen and paused. He thought he found Aunt Petunia had been standing in the middle of the kitchen. Harry didn't understand why she didn't participate in their conversation just now.

　　 Aunt Petunia is standing straight, her already thin body looks even smaller~www.NovelMTL.com~ Her hands are folded in front of her. The kitchen that was cleaned up in the past is empty, and all the kitchen utensils have been packed and thrown into the living room.

"We have lived here for twenty years, and now we have to move out overnight." Petunia said without looking back. Her neck, which seemed to be twice as long as the others, was slightly lowered, her brows raised, and her eyes followed. Lift up-although she didn't look back, she clearly knew that it was Harry, Vernon and Dali were both big men, and their personalities would not walk so lightly.

"They will torture you, if they think you know where I am going...or even just for fun or vent...after the house loses protection, they will show up right away...I think you could just hear me talking with Uncle Vernon. !" Harry's voice was significantly higher than usual, and his tone was obviously a little impatient. He took a slow and heavy step into the kitchen.

Petunia’s slightly drooping, mean cheeks suddenly turned sideways in Harry’s direction, and her eyes looked at Harry diagonally. Her eyes seemed to be looking at an ignorant child. Her voice was heavy and slightly hoarse, and she said bitterly, "You think I don’t know how big they are. Can you bear it?"

Harry locked his green eyes with distrust and doubt on Aunt Petunia's face-Aunt Petunia was just a Muggle, how could she know what the Death Eaters would be, what they would be like? cruel.

"That night in Godric Valley, it was not only you who lost your mother, you know..." At this time, Petunia's voice was hoarse and low, with a little trembling in her old and sad tone, she raised her eyes. Mou, the voice squeezed from his throat, "I also lost my sister."