Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

Just when Robert was trying to use his rich communication experience to convince his adoptive parents to stay in the United States.

Mr. Harry has encountered a big crisis in his life.

His birthday - July 31st - yes, this important day was naturally forgotten by the Dursley family.

Beautiful egg pudding, piles of cream, violets sprinkled with icing sugar, sizzling grilled meat, round peeled potatoes tumbling and soaking in the pot...

"This is really a sumptuous dinner." Harry took a bite of the tooth-hard bread and cheese in his hand, and thought angrily, "I am a member of this family, and I can't even eat these things. Being able to chew these hard breads..."

With this thought in mind, he glared at the oven again, and the rich aroma of chicken came from inside.

Well, Harry admitted that he now missed the great halls of Hogwarts, where all kinds of delicious food were always available.

Harry, who was drooling and complaining, could never imagine that this was just the beginning of his miserable summer life.

A certain house elf who escaped from home secretly, with its rich experience in "taking care of" its owner, staged a farce of "whatever you are afraid of will come to you" for Harry.

Mr. Mason, a very wealthy builder, Uncle Vernon didn't know how to get in touch with him, and wanted to negotiate a business with him, at least... if he could sell the backlog of drilling rigs. If so, he could be sitting on nothing this year or even next year!

That’s a lot of money!

So he invited the Masons to his home.

Just when the dinner was over and the atmosphere was quite harmonious, the elf Dobby, with a sad expression, resolutely placed a large pot of pudding on Mrs. Mason's head. Therefore, he received an owl letter from the Ministry of Magic. of.

When the owl dropped the letter on the head of Mrs. Mason, who had a severe ornithomaphobia, she ran out of the Dursley's house screaming, announcing...

Uncle Vernon failed in the great battle.

Mr. Vernon was furious!

That's big business!

His family of three is counting on this order to spend every day in the future!

And his villa in Majorca!

Angry and even a little desperate, he locked Harry in his room. The half-height window was welded shut with iron bars from the outside. He only provided him with a small amount of food every day, and even threatened to lock him in this way until school started. .

Of course, the scariest thing is that the Dursleys already know that he cannot use magic outside of school, and they don't know what methods they will use to deal with him.

Desperate, Harry tossed and turned on the bed.

Maybe he was starved.

Until he felt a bright light flashing through the window.

A familiar voice sounded, a little hoarse than he remembered, "Harry!"

"Ron?!" Harry threw himself against the window, pushed it up, and shouted at him through the iron bars.

A blue car was floating in the air, and Ron was sticking his head out of the back window to greet him. Fred and George were sitting in the front seat, grinning at him.

It's the big blue bee.

"Harry, what happened?" Ron shouted, "I sent you twelve letters, but you didn't reply to any of them! But dad came back tonight and said that you used magic in front of Muggles. After receiving the warning, I ran out with Fred and the others to look for you..."

Harry couldn't hear the rest of the words, and he felt a sense of despair.

Ron knows, then...

I guess the whole Gryffindor knows about it, right?

And if Gryffindor knew about it, almost the entire Hogwarts would know that he bravely challenged the authority of the Ministry of Magic, used magic outside the school, and then received a warning letter, right?

Harry, who gave up on himself, got back his wand, books and broom with the help of the twins.

Relying only on an ordinary hairpin, they easily opened the door of the storage room with skillful and natural movements.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he didn't need to use magic. He had already received a warning letter, and he didn't want his friends to receive it, especially because they were trying to help him.

Having said that, they are indeed twins! He thought that the only way to open the Dursley's storage room was to use "Open Sesame".

No!

Harry shook his head subconsciously, no, no, no, anything is fine, just don't open the door!

He never wants to use Open Sesame again in his life!

Don't even hear it!

The original plan was so smooth. Harry and the others sneaked away while it was dark. By the time the Dursleys woke up from their sleep, they had already left Privet Drive behind them.

Perfect~

"Errrr!!!" A shrill cry sounded from behind, and Harry realized that he had forgotten Hedwig!

"Damn it! How many times have I told you! Lock up that owl of yours!" Boom, boom, boom, heavy footsteps came from downstairs, and Uncle Vernon was approaching quickly.

"Oops!" Harry was so frightened that he ran back into the house in a panic, picked up Hedwig's birdcage, climbed up to the cupboard by the window that he used as a desk with difficulty, and handed Hedwig in his hand. Ron, he also climbed out of the window...

"Boom!" Uncle Vernon kicked open his door, just in time to see Harry climbing out of the window. "Damn it! He wants to run away!" He yelled and threw himself at the window. At this time, Harry had already thrown himself into the car and fell together with Ron.

"Hurry up, let's go!" Ron patted Fred's back seat, and Fred stepped on the accelerator. The motor hummed, which seemed so harsh in the middle of the night.

Uncle Vernon's momentum continued unabated. He probably got carried away and wanted to grab the car floating in the air. He didn't pay attention to the shouts of his wife and son behind him, "Damn you bastard! Don't let the neighbors hear that." Strange noise! ​​Do you want them to see our family's joke?!" His bulky body climbed onto the cupboard quite nimbly, and it was completely impossible to tell that he was actually a fat man.

"No! Vernon!"

"No!"

Just as he was about to close the back door of the car, the Big Blue Bee's horn sounded cheerfully twice and headed towards the moon.

Vernon's hand was just a tiny bit away from the car door, just a tiny bit close to being able to pull that damn little bastard out. However, before he could get angry, he felt the call from Mother Earth.

Without even uttering a scream, he fell from the opened window.

Below the window, Aunt Petunia spent a lot of time and effort to tidy up the exceptionally beautiful rose bushes that were impacted by the weight of more than 300 pounds. The completely irresistible disaster caused their beauty to fade. Amidst the flying petals, Uncle Vernon was not able to stand. He was hurt a lot, but he looked miserable.

Covered in plant juices of various colors, he looked like a clown who had just returned from the circus.

"Dad!!!" Dudley's crying voice sounded from the window above. He was leaning against the window, looking at his father anxiously, "Are you okay?"

Hearing the crying from behind, Harry couldn't help but feel relieved.

You locked me up with Hedwig, now I'm free!