I, Hogwarts Second Week

Harry carefully searched the box for other scraps.

Those scattered glass shards were stuck to the bottom of the box, like shiny coarse sand. As he touched them, Harry suddenly felt inexplicably irritated. He impatiently turned the entire box around and dumped all the contents inside. out.

He broke the double-sided mirror.

After a phone call with Sirius.

The ignorance irritated him.

"Huh..." Harry took a deep breath.

He stared at the empty box and the debris on the ground for a long time, then fell weakly on the bed.

After lying lazily for half an hour, he stood up again.

Then it took another hour to completely empty the box next to the bed, throw away the useless things, and divide the rest into piles according to whether they are needed in the future. The house robes, Quidditch uniforms, cauldron, parchment, quills, and most of the textbooks were piled in a corner and left at home. I wonder what Uncle Ma would do with them, maybe burn them on a fire in the middle of the night, as if they were evidence of some heinous crime.

His Muggle clothes, invisibility cloak, potion-making equipment, a few books, the photo album Hagrid had given him before, a stack of letters and his wand were placed in an old backpack.

Stuffed in the front pocket of the backpack were the Marauder's Map and a bunch of magic items given to him by the Geminis.

Now all that was left was the pile of newspapers next to his copy of Hedwig the Snowy Owl on the table, and like Hermione, Harry was annoyed by the nonsense contained in the Daily Prophet.

There was no important news - well - maybe there was, but he couldn't see it.

And when he continued to feel sad about autumn, there was a sudden sound of the front door closing heavily, and then a person shouted: "Hey! You!"

Harry had been called like this for sixteen years. He knew who his uncle was calling, but he didn't answer immediately. It wasn't until his uncle roared, "Boy!" that Harry slowly stood up and pushed the box next to the bed under the bed. Walk towards the bedroom door.

"What are you waiting for?" Vernon Dursley saw Harry appearing at the top of the stairs and shouted angrily, "Come down quickly, I have something to say!"

Harry walked slowly down the stairs with his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

He came to the living room and found all three of the Dursley family there. They looked like they were going on a trip: Uncle Vernon wore a fawn zip-up jacket, Aunt Petunia wore a simple light orange top, Harry's big, yellow-haired, muscular cousin Dudley, Wearing a leather jacket.

"Is something wrong?" Harry asked calmly, looking indifferent.

"Sit down! You rude brat," said Uncle Vernon. Harry raised his eyebrows, unmoved. Until Vernon quickly added, as if the word was piercing his throat, "Please!"

Harry sat down. He knew what Vernon was looking for.

For three weeks, they had discussed this countless times.

"I've changed my mind!" said Vernon.

"Well - I'm not surprised," said Harry. "Then when do you plan to change it back?"

"Don't use that tone..." Aunt Petunia screamed, and Uncle Vernon waved her off.

"You can't even try to deceive me." Uncle Vernon stared at Harry with his piggy eyes, "We're not leaving. We're not going to the Far East!"

"It doesn't matter. You can stay." Harry said nonchalantly, "Anyway, when you are caught by the Death Eaters and tortured to extract a confession, I won't come to save you."

"How dare you talk like that!" Vernon was furious, and he shouted loudly: "This is all caused by you! You white-eyed wolf, we worked hard to raise you, is this how you repay us? Did those monsters come to our house?"

Uncle Vernon's roar echoed in the empty living room, and Aunt Petunia remained silent.

Harry retorted calmly: "The Death Eaters have caused so many disasters to London this year, many people have left. In the end, even without me, you will leave. And someone has arranged everything, you are in vain Picked up a safe house.”

"Kingsley and Sirius have already explained it." Harry continued unmoved. "As soon as I turn seventeen, the charm that protects me will be broken and you and I will be exposed. You must Leave before the end of July.”

"Isn't there a Ministry of Magic?" Vernon Dursley suddenly asked.

"Not bad." Harry was surprised.

"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!"

Harry laughed, he couldn't help laughing.

My uncle was like this, always placing his hopes on people with higher status than them or powerful departments, even in a world that he was hostile and distrustful of. As if doing so would make him feel safe.

"You should have heard what Mr. Weasley and Kingsley said." Harry replied, "There are bad people in the Ministry of Magic. And interacting with high-ranking people will not make you safe. In fact, Minister of Magic, Mr. Prime Minister is much more dangerous than you. They may be attacked in the next second and lose their lives!"

Uncle Vernon strode to the fireplace and back, breathing heavily.

The thick black mustache also undulated, and his big face was still flushed purple.

Obviously, he was moved by Harry.

"Okay, okay!" he said, stopping in front of Harry again, "Let's put it this way, I believe what you are saying. We accept this protection, but I still don't understand why we can't let the big man Jin Sly protects us."

"Kingsley still has his own work. Someone else arranged for you this time." Harry said slightly irritably.

"Is there anyone else?" said Uncle Vernon. "Another group of strangers, even if we look at their resumes."

Before he could finish his words, Harry lost his patience and stood up.

"Do you think this is a vacation?" he said in an incredible tone. I've never seen such a stupid person. "Earthquakes, tsunamis, explosions, plane crashes, train derailments, and everything that has happened since the last time we watched the news. People are missing, dying, and he is behind it all - Voldemort I've told you countless times that he enjoys killing Muggles.

Hundreds of thousands of people died indirectly at his hands.

Maybe you should watch the news and find out what happened in Berlin last year—"

"Okay, okay!" growled Vernon Dursley, "Don't mention those terrible things, you've made it clear."

"I hope so," said Harry. "As soon as I turn seventeen, all those guys - Death Eaters, Dementors, Werewolves, and maybe the Inferi - will be dead bodies enchanted by dark wizards. , and the damn [Son of Omen], [Deadborn] and [Pretender] can all find you and will definitely attack you. If you still remember the last time you fought against the wizard, I think you will admit that you need it. help."

"In a few minutes, people from the Order of the Phoenix will be here." Harry no longer had the patience or energy to continue explaining to Vernon. He had already explained too much during these few weeks of summer vacation. "Believe it or not, but I'm telling you, this will be your last chance."

When no one of the Dursleys answered, he left the living room.

Thinking that he and his aunt, uncle, and cousin would be separated and maybe never see each other again, he felt happy, but the atmosphere was still a bit awkward.

After sixteen years of utter dislike, what could be said to each other?

Back in the bedroom, Harry fiddled with his backpack aimlessly and stuffed a few pellets of owl food into Hedwig's cage.

They plopped to the bottom of the cage, and Hedwig ignored them.

"We'll be leaving soon, really soon!" Harry told it, "and then you'll be able to fly again."

Doorbell rang.

Harry hesitated, left the room, and walked downstairs.

He didn't know who the wizard who arranged to send off the Dursleys this time was, but no matter who it was, he had to be present because Vernon was not that easy to deal with.

"Harry Potter!" As soon as Harry opened the door, a gentle voice came in.

It was a young witch with waterfall-like fiery red hair, eyes shining like the stars, and azure blue reflecting the stars.

Wearing oval glasses and a straight nose.

At this moment, her gentle eyes were falling on those Harrys through the lenses.

"Are you—" Harry realized he knew this woman. She seems to be Owen's aunt whom they met in Paris.

"Roy Silver? How could it be you?"

"It's not surprising." Roy smiled, stretched out his hand to rub Harry's head and said, "The transfer work was all arranged by the saint - Ms. Wenda to be precise. Including Hermione's parents."

"You know, a long-established family with properties all over the place and great magical powers."

Of course there were other reasons besides that, but she wasn't going to tell Harry.

"Oh - I see." Harry nodded, "Then - I'm sorry to bother you."

"Little things." Roy said gently.

She strode into the living room and said, "You must be Harry's relatives!"

The three people in the room did not reply.

It can be seen from their dull eyes that they must be in a fugue at the moment. Roy is not surprised by this. Many people will do this when they see her.

"You pack your things and you can leave immediately." Roy said, "We have to leave London first, and then use the Apparition Spell to go to the safe house."

Suddenly, Petunia's vision became clear again. She looked at Roy and unconsciously called out a name: "Lily?"

No - it's not.

Although both of them have long red hair and very similar body shapes, Roy's red hair is lighter and his face is more three-dimensional, not as gentle as Lily's.

It's just that this situation, magic, and Voldemort brought back a memory from Petunia's past.

"Who are you?" Penny looked at her nervously, with a hint of urgency in her voice.

"Harry has just mentioned my name. As for my identity-" As she said that, she suddenly glanced at Harry. "One of Harry's protectors - well - you take it that way."

"Really?" Penny became dumbfounded.

Roy didn't explain any more. She began to focus all her energy on Harry, talking to him wordlessly.

This made Harry very strange. She deliberately wanted to get closer to herself - but - why?

He had only met the other party a few times and was not familiar with him.

Well - forget it - just ask Owen in a few days.

Vernon started loading the family's belongings into the car.

Because they couldn't use magic, it took the family of three more than an hour to move everything.

In order not to leave Harry any property, they took away all the valuable things in the house, even some crafts that were not worth anything at all.

"Oh, right." Roy seemed to suddenly remember something and took out a thick book-like thing from his pocket.

"Your birthday is in a few days." She said with a smile, "This is the birthday gift that Sirius prepared for you. Originally, it should be placed in a beautiful box, but I happened to meet you this time, so I gave it to you in advance."

"What is this?" Harry took the thick "book" puzzledly and opened it, only to find that it was actually a photo album.

Hmm - I didn't know it was a photo album.

There were also many letters.

Harry opened one at random and found that it was a letter from his mother to Sirius.

——Dear Padfoot:

——Thank you, thank you for giving Harry a birthday gift! This is his favorite toy. He can fly around on a toy broom at the age of one. He looks so happy.

——I'll attach a photo for you to see. (In the photo, Harry, who was only one year old, was ‘lying’ on a short broomstick, his chubby hands tightly grasping the front end, with an excited smile on his face, while James was at the end of the corridor beckoning Harry to fly towards him.)

-You know that the small broomstick can only be two feet off the ground, but Harry almost killed the kitten and broke an ugly vase that was a Christmas gift from Petunia (not complaining).

-Of course, James thought it was very funny and said that this child would be the next Quidditch star, but we had to put away all the decorations and keep watching him when he flew.

-We had a very quiet birthday tea party, only old Bathilda was there, she was always very kind to us and especially doted on Harry

-The Invisibility Cloak is still with Dumbledore, so James didn't have a chance to go out. How happy he would be if you could come.

-Bug was here last weekend, and I think he was in a low mood, but maybe it was because of the news about the McKinnons. I cried all night after hearing it.

- Bathilda comes over often, she's a funny old lady, and tells some incredible stories about Dumbledore. I wonder if he'd be happy to hear them!

- To be honest, I don't know how much to believe, it's hard to believe that Dumbledore - would be friends with Gellert Grindelwald. Personally, I think she's a little confused!

Infinite love,

Lily