Big Boss In The Harry Potter World

The weather was getting hotter and hotter, and the big, square houses on Privet Drive were enveloped in a drowsy silence. The usually shiny cars were now parked in the driveway with dust, and the once lush grass had turned yellow. Due to the drought, watering hoses have been banned. The residents of Privet Drive used to spend their time cleaning cars and mowing lawns. Now that they can't do either of these things, they have to hide in their shady houses and open the windows wide, hoping to let in a little bit of dust. The cool breeze that exists.

Harry still didn't listen to Solim's advice. He was wandering outside aimlessly at the moment. The weather was really too hot, and the room was even more stuffy. After all, you couldn't expect the Dursleys to provide Harry with an electric fan. He couldn't stand staying in the house anymore, so he came out for a walk. At least it won't be as stuffy outside as it is inside.

This evening he hid behind a large bush of "240" hydrangeas, so that no passerby would see him. In fact, he might still be seen if his Uncle Vernon or his Aunt Petunia stuck their heads out of the living room window and looked directly into the flower beds below.

Overall, Harry felt that he was lucky that he could think of hiding here. It might not be comfortable to lie on the hot, hard dirt, but on the other hand, no one would be glaring at him and gritting his teeth so hard that he couldn't hear what was being said on the news. No one would ask him a barrage of annoying questions. Every time he wanted to sit in the living room and watch TV with his aunt and uncle, they always felt that he was restless.

"Thank God, that kid finally stopped poking around. Well, where did he go?" Uncle Vernon's words floated out from the window above Harry's head.

"I don't know," said Aunt Petunia nonchalantly, "I'm not home anyway."

"Watching the news??" he said meanly, "I wonder what his plans are. A normal boy, who would care about the news - Dudley has no idea about current affairs. I doubt he even knows whether the Prime Minister is No one knows! Damn it, why is there anything related to people like them in our news————"

"Fuck!, Shhh!" Peruma said, "The window is open!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, honey."

The room became quiet except for the sound of advertisements playing on the TV. Harry the cat has only one purpose here, and that is to hear on TV some things he cares about - such as missing persons or unexplained explosions or other malignant events somewhere. This is the only way he can obtain information from the outside world. There are many ways to do this - another option is to go through the trash can and look for newspapers and the like.

Voldemort has been resurrected, and Harry wants to know what the Death Eaters are doing, and he wants to know what changes are happening in the outside world. Although newspapers in the wizarding world may have the news he hopes to get, it is obviously impossible for Harry to receive it at Privet Drive. to newspapers from the wizarding world.

Not just newspapers, Harry thought, but now he couldn't even receive a letter from a friend. Harry felt like a bird in a cage - like Hedwig. This is why Harry doesn't like holidays, because holidays mean that he has to return to the cage of Privet Drive.

At this time, Uncle Vernon's voice came from the window again: "Where's Dada? Have you gone to drink tea again?"

"He's at the Porches's," said Aunt Petunia lovingly. "He's made so many children, and everyone likes him, doesn't he?"

Harry struggled not to laugh. He felt that the Dursleys were incredibly stupid. How could they believe Dudley's lies? Harry felt that even if he was stupid occasionally, he would not believe that Dudley would go to someone else's house to drink tea.

Dudley spent every night of the summer vacation making up stupid lies about going to tea with one of his gangster friends, and they actually believed him. Harry knew very well that Dudley didn't go to have tea anywhere at all. He and his buddies spent every night vandalizing public property in the playground, smoking on street corners, and throwing stones at passing cars and children. Harry had seen them doing this before when he walked around Little Whinging at night. He spent most of this summer vacation wandering the streets, picking up newspapers from trash cans and reading them along the way, so Harry witnessed a lot of things Dali and his gang of bad friends did.

The opening tune of the seven o'clock news reached Harry's ears, and he was so nervous that his insides were churning. Just tonight - maybe tonight I can hear something I want.

I have to say that Harry was somewhat conflicted. No news is the best news, which means Voldemort and the Death Eaters haven't started harming people yet - but Harry understands that this is a matter of hope, and they will come out to harm people sooner or later. Maybe he will find out today.

When the last news was broadcast, Harry didn't know whether to be disappointed or grateful... There were no noteworthy events in the news - it was still the same, some trivial things and complaints about the weather. . There weren't the weird cases that Harry expected to hear about.

He carefully turned over, climbed up on his knees and elbows, and prepared his hands and feet to climb out of the window. As soon as I climbed two inches, several things happened one after another.

A loud, echoing crack, like a gunshot, cuts through the sleepy silence; a cat leaps out from under a parked car and disappears; the Dursleys' There was a scream, a curse, and the sound of breaking china from the living room.

Harry stood up abruptly, and at the same time took out a thin wooden wand from his jeans pocket like a sword - but before he could fully stand upright, his head hit the open window of the Virtuoso's house. There was a bang, which scared Aunt Petunia and screamed louder.

Harry felt as if his head had been split in half, and tears filled his eyes. He shook his body and looked at the street, trying to clear his blurred vision to understand where the sound came from. But as soon as he managed to stand up straight, two big purple hands stretched out from the open window and grabbed his throat tightly.

"Put it away!" shouted Uncle Vernon. "Hurry! Don't let anyone see it!"

"Let - let - go -" Harry tried to pry open Vernon's sausage-like fingers, but it was no use.

Suddenly Vernon screamed and a 32 spirit sent Harry away, as if he had just been stung by a scorpion.

The Philosopher's Curse, strictly speaking, is not a serious spell, so it will not be detected by the Ministry of Magic.

Harry panted and fell down among the hydrangeas, then straightened up and looked around. He couldn't see where the explosion came from, but there were several faces peeking out of various windows around him. Harry quickly stuffed his wand into his jeans and acted like nothing was wrong.

"What a charming night!" Uncle Vernon shouted. "Did you hear the sound of the car backfiring just now? It scared Petunia and I!"

He had that ugly, crazy smile on his face until the curious neighbors disappeared from their various windows. His smile suddenly turned into a ferocious scowl, and he motioned for Harry to come back to him. .