Hogwarts Lion Girl

Harry's mind was tightening in confusion, Aunt Petunia's screams still echoing in his ears, exacerbating the ripples of uneasiness in his heart.

Finally, he reached the stairs to the first floor.

The sight before him made Harry's heart stop. The entire first floor was destroyed like ruins, as if it had been swept by a strong wind.

The carpet was littered with torn pieces of paper and broken glass, which gleamed sharply in the morning light.

There were crooked paintings hanging on the walls, and the furniture that had been neatly arranged was now tilted all over the place. The entire living room was in a mess, as if a ruthless disaster had just struck.

Aunt Petunia stood in the mess, her eyes filled with panic and confusion, her body trembling, as if she had just woken up from a nightmare.

She held a torn photo album tightly in her hands, her lips trembling but no sound came out.

When Aunt Petunia saw Uncle Vernon coming, she seemed to have finally found someone to talk to. She grabbed his arm and said with a choked voice and despair: "What...what...is going on?"

Harry looked at the broken scene before his eyes, feeling extremely complicated emotions. At this moment, he noticed that Uncle Vernon was staring at him closely.

Uncle Vernon's eyes were like two lasers, shooting sharply at Harry, revealing his full alertness and distrust.

Harry felt the sharp gaze, as if it could penetrate his body and reach deep into his soul, looking for any possible evidence of guilt.

"What the hell are you doing here, boy?" Uncle Vernon's voice was low and full of suspicion, and veins popped out on his forehead. "Is all this related to your weird friends?"

Harry shook his head hastily, with his hands flat to show his innocence, "No, uncle, I swear I didn't do anything. I just heard a noise when I woke up in the morning..."

Harry's words suddenly stopped. He knew that raising the voice would lead to more inquiries, but all his reasons seemed pale in front of Vernon's suspicious eyes.

He tried to clear his expression, trying to look innocent and sincere, "I'm as shocked as the situation... We need to see if something is broken, or if an animal got in..."

Harry tried to keep his voice gentle, but his heartbeat was still firm and fast, like a drum beating in his chest.

Vernon didn't answer immediately, but his eyes were still fixed on Harry, as if trying to read the truth from Harry's tense but forced calm face.

"We will find out the truth eventually, eventually..." Uncle Vernon's tone was full of warning, "But before that, you'd better stay in your room."

Harry's collar was pulled up roughly, and Uncle Vernon's thick knuckles pressed Harry's neck painfully, and his huge body almost suffocated Harry.

Harry struggled while being carried, but Uncle Vernon's strength far exceeded Harry's immature body.

Blurred tears and grievances sparkled slightly in Harry's eyes, but he knew this was not the time to cry.

Each heavy footstep was a symbol of the Dursleys' accusation and distrust of him. The words in his throat were blocked by anger and misunderstanding, and he had nowhere to vent.

"You stay here!" Uncle Vernon's voice exploded in Harry's ears like ancient thunder, and his body was thrown into the room with such force that Harry almost lost his balance.

What followed was the sound of a violent collision between the door panel and the door frame, and then a loud bang, as if Harry's Doomsday Judgment was firmly locked in this small cage.

The door was locked and the sound of Uncle Vernon's angry footsteps faded away.

The air in the room seemed to be frozen, the light was mottled, and the breeze no longer visited this corner.

Harry sat on the edge of the bed, feeling a slight sense of unreality in his body.

He tried to explain it to them, but the Dursleys had closed their ears and didn't want to hear him.

Harry's grievance and resentment were like a huge wave that was suppressed in his chest, but he could not find an outlet. He knew he was innocent, but this family never gave him a chance to defend himself.

Harry's eyes wandered around the room, and he couldn't help feeling a sense of loneliness and helplessness.

He gently held his knees with his hands and buried his head between his arms. Only the sound of his own breathing and heartbeat continued to accompany him.

In this dilemma where he has nowhere to speak, Harry's heart longs even more to return to Hogwarts, a world where he can seek refuge, where true friends and adventures await him.

Suddenly, the air seemed to twist, and a thin and slightly tenacious figure gradually solidified in Harry's sight.

It's Dobby, the house-elf who means well but always ends up making things worse.

Harry stared at Dobby through tears.

"What did you do? What happened downstairs...why on earth did you do that?" His voice was weak and hoarse.

"Dobby... Everything Dobby did was to protect Mr. Harry Potter. Hogwarts is very dangerous..." Dobby's hurt tone was full of apology, but at the same time, it was also firm.

Facing the sincere yet helpless Dobby, Harry could hardly suppress the anger in his heart.

He reached out and grabbed a worn shoe from the foot of the bed and threw it at Dobby.

However, the house-elf's nimble body flashed lightly, and Dobby's figure disappeared into the air in an instant.

Before I could think about it, the shoe flew straight out of the slightly tilted window in the room.

"Oh no!" Harry panicked and rushed to the window.

Just at the end of the shoe's track, Uncle Vernon was crouching cleaning up a destroyed flower bed, completely unaware of the threat overhead.

With a dull thud, the shoe hit Vernon's back accurately.

Harry's eyes widened, realizing that he would definitely be punished more severely next.

Uncle Vernon's anger could be felt from a distance. He suddenly stood up, turned around and glared at the window, as if he could whip Harry hard through the distance.

The moment their eyes met, Harry's heart beat like a thunder drum, and he was clearly aware of the storm he was about to face.

Uncle Vernon's anger was like the dull air before a storm, oppressive and suffocating. His eyes were as cold as iron, and every step he took slammed heavily on the floor, as if he wanted to transmit his anger through every inch of the wood to the entire house.

……

The farce of hitting Vernon in the back made him decide to take more drastic measures to ensure that Harry could not cause any more trouble.

He now had a hammer and spikes in his hands and began to fasten the heavy iron bars around the outside of Harry's window.

The sound of metal hitting metal echoed in the quiet house, and every hammering seemed to be hammering at Harry's heart.

The shadows of the iron bars were cast on the floor, and the rules and regulations seemed like part of a cage, making Harry feel even more suffocated.

After the iron railings were installed, Uncle Vernon checked every connection point to make sure they were strong and indestructible.

He turned around, his face full of smugness, and stared coldly at Harry through the window that had been divided by iron bars, his eyes full of warning and unquestionable threat.