All things are three at Hogwarts

Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, along the neat streets under the gloomy sky, are houses of the same style. The houses of these neighbors all look the same as the Dursleys' houses, lined up one after another. At the same time, this dull and quiet place seems to have nothing to do with magic, just like the virgin bush that the name of the community comes from. This shrub is used to make hedges between suburban houses. How much the Dursleys originally chose this place. I hope this name will bring them good luck and serve as a symbol that they can be normal people and stay away from wizards.

In Harry's bedroom on the second floor, which has 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 scattered around the house that may belong to Dudley but have never been seen by him, as well as some old Dudley toys that have been repaired. After 1991, Harry's Uncle Vernon took Dudley away. The clutter room was given to Harry.

This was not out of good intentions. When Alan and Flagg visited that year and received the first Hogwarts admission notice sent to Harry Potter, they saw the address written on it: "Surrey The storeroom under the stairs, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, County, Mr. Harry Potter collected it. Vernon felt very frightened because he realized that people in the wizarding world might have known about Harry's abuse. How miserable.

So he let Harry move into Dudley's spare bedroom upstairs to prevent himself from getting into trouble.

Harry was stacking his belongings into the box. There was a broken lens standing on the table next to him. Sirius's face was watching in the mirror as Harry stuffed all his belongings into this old suitcase. .

Sirius' tone was a little heavy: "Harry, remember to keep your wand where you can reach it at all times...have you left the back garden door for us?"

Harry paused as he zipped up his backpack. He adjusted his glasses, raised his head and looked at Sirius in the mirror with confusion: "It should be half open. I'll go down and check it later, but Sirius, do you think we Will he be exposed? Lying on the ground... er, sorry, I mean the mysterious person will appear? "

After a short silence, Sirius' voice became hoarse: "Anyway, you have to be prepared for this at any time this time... In order to avoid the Ministry of Magic's surveillance of your aunt's house, except for those responsible for interference, I first went to Arabella Figg on Wisteria Road. Madam's house, the others will teleport to my house on Privet Drive first, so let's stay here and see you."

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 photos in the photo frame were taken by Muggles and would not move. Harry's parents were looking at them. Harry smiling outside the frame This Muggle photo had been there when Harry first entered the small bedroom he had just acquired.

After carefully stuffing the photo frame into his backpack, Harry finally pulled the drawstring on the backpack hard. By this time he had packed his luggage, and the sky had begun to get darker, and the west-slanting sun outside the window was shining with a fiery red light.

Uncle Vernon roared from downstairs: "Boy!"

"Here it comes!" Harry sighed and stood up. He opened the door, and suddenly there was the crunch of broken porcelain under his feet: a cup of black tea was placed on the ground outside his bedroom door, and he stepped on it without noticing.

"how……"

Harry looked around and saw that there was no one on the landing of No. 4 Privet Drive. This cup of tea was probably Dudley's clever wish to play a prank on him. Harry did not clean up the tea poured on the floor, but picked up the pieces of the teacup and threw them into the already full trash can behind the bedroom door. Then he leaned in front of the stair railing and looked downstairs, only to see Uncle Vernon quickly He dragged a box towards the corner of the living room where gifts were piled up. At this time of year every year, that place was almost piled with Dudley's birthday gifts.

Uncle Vernon, who had called Harry down, seemed to be ignoring him at this time. His fat body was walking closely, and he was calling anxiously: "Hurry up Dudley, hurry up."

"I still don't understand why we have to leave here." Dudley walked out, carrying a punching bag. Harry's cousin was different from the completely plump and round image in previous years. Now he looked like a big guy with some strong muscles, although he still had ugly blond curly hair and was wearing an annoying leather jacket.

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

"I need it to stay strong. If there's no internet where we're going, this is my only fun." With a thud, the punching bag thrown by Dudley knocked down the suitcases that Vernon had just stacked.

"Well, since you like it, we don't need to carry it with our hands anyway." Vernon's little eyes kept moving, thinking about the things he could take away from home, and then he seemed to see Harry at this moment, and he immediately He shouted angrily, "Hey, boy, when are they coming?"

Harry had been called around like this for sixteen years, and he didn't react much to it. He glanced at the travel clock on the mantelpiece, and said without any wavering in his tone, "They just contacted me and they will be on time. "

Dudley's eyes followed Vernon around the room. Finally, Vernon stopped in front of Harry, his big purple face wrinkled: "I changed my mind... I won't leave, this is my home. The home I have lived in for more than ten years... is all lies. I stayed up late last night thinking about this. Will there be any problems with the house you bought for me? There must be a conspiracy. Do you think so? Taking over the house?!”

"A house?" Harry asked, "What house?"

"This house!" Uncle Vernon screamed, and the veins on his forehead began to beat. "Our house! The house prices in this neighborhood have gone up so much! You want to take us away and show me a big house." Did you actually rent the house or did you do some trick? And before we knew it, the name on the deed here became yours..."

"Are you confused? Are you plotting to take over this house? Are you really as stupid as you look?" Harry asked impatiently, "I'm afraid you have forgotten that my godfather bought a house nearby. This couple It only cost him a small amount of money, and my parents also left me enough property. Why do I need your house? For all those happy past events?"

Silent Harry thought his words had calmed his uncle.

"You claim," Uncle Vernon said, starting to pace again, "that this demon..."

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

Vernon Dursley huffed his shoulders in anger, and Harry guessed that his uncle was trying to get rid of the memory of the two adult wizards who had paid a surprise visit just a few days after Harry's summer vacation. Sirius and Mr. Arthur Weasley appeared at the door of his uncle's house. In order to convince the Dursleys, they gave them a very unpleasant shock. Harry had to admit that Mr. Weasley and his godfather had both given half of their lives to him. The living room was in ruins, and their reappearance would certainly not please Uncle Vernon.

Outside, the sun hung low on the privet hedge, and the neighbor's lawnmower turned off again. Uncle Vernon didn't speak immediately. He continued to pace up and down and then suddenly looked up: "Don't you have a Ministry of Magic? So? , why can’t they protect us? In my opinion, as innocent victims, we have not done any bad things except adopting a suspect, and we should be protected by the government!”

"The Ministry of Magic has actually been protecting us. You don't think those inexplicable fires and hurricanes before were really accidents, do you? Even those fogs that appear from time to time... were caused by dementors." Harry saw his cousin Dudley laughed out loud at his 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 will regularly send people to use the Patronus Charm to expel them..." 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 temporarily expel them, so now the foggy city It comes in waves.”

"Okay, okay," growled Vernon Dursley, "Then tell me, why can't we let the Ministry of Magic protect us? Instead we need to rely on that society of yours? On that small group of yours?"

Harry couldn't help but continued to laugh. His uncle was like this, always placing his hopes on powerful departments, even in a world he was hostile and distrustful of: "The Ministry of Magic seems to want to use me to lure out the Dark Lord. … Of course I have nothing against this and am timid about it, unless you share my wishes, maybe I can try to convince my godfathers again?”

"No!!!" Vernon screamed, breathing heavily, his thick black mustache undulating, his big face still flushed purple, "I mean... okay, boy, You better not let me find out you’re cheating on us!”

Seeing the embarrassed Uncle Vernon, he pulled Dudley and started running up the stairs and went back to his room to continue packing his things.

Harry shrugged and walked aimlessly towards the kitchen. Apart from the room he currently lived in, the one he was most familiar with in this house, apart from the storage room under the stairs, was the kitchen. These places where he worked were the only places he could work. The place where you stay the longest.

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

Aunt Petunia was standing up straight, her already thin body looking even smaller, her hands clasped in front of her. The kitchen, which had been kept spotless in the past, was empty, and all the kitchen utensils had been packed and thrown into the living room.

"We have lived here for twenty years, and now we have to move out overnight." Penny said without looking back. Her neck, which seemed to be twice as long as others, was slightly lowered, her brows were raised, and her eyes were also raised. Although she didn't look back when she lifted him up, she knew clearly that the person coming was Harry. Vernon and Dally were both big guys, and their characters wouldn't walk so lightly.

"They'll torture you, if they think you know where I'm going... or even just for fun or to let off steam... they'll show up as soon as the house is unprotected... I think you could just hear the conversation I had with Uncle Vernon. !" Harry's voice was obviously louder than usual, and his tone was obviously a little impatient. He took a few steps into the kitchen with slow and heavy steps.

Petunia's slightly drooping mean cheek suddenly turned in Harry's direction, her eyes squinted at Harry, as if 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's green eyes were locked on Aunt Petunia's face with some distrust and confusion. Aunt Petunia was just a Muggle, how could she know what the Death Eaters were capable of and how cruel they could be.

"That night in Godric's Hollow, you were not the only one who lost your mother, you know..." At this time, Petunia's voice was hoarse and low, with a little tremor in her old, sad tone. She raised her eyes. Eyes opened, the voice squeezed out from the throat, "I also lost my sister.