Professor, please pay the debt

Harry Potter was snoring loudly.He sat in a chair by the bedroom window for nearly four hours, looking out at the darkening street, before falling asleep.

One of his cheeks was pressed against the cold windowpane, his glasses were on one side, and his mouth was wide open.

The hot air he exhaled at the window was shone brightly by the orange-yellow street lamps outside. In this unnatural light, his face was bloodless, and his jet-black hair was unkempt, and he looked a little like a ghost.

There are various things scattered in the room, and there is still a lot of garbage.There were owl feathers, apple cores, and sugar wrappers scattered on the floor. On the bed, several spellbooks were scattered among the robes, and there was a pile of newspapers on the table under the lamp.

The title of one of them is very eye-catching: Harry Potter: The Savior?

People continue to buzz about the mysterious riot at the Ministry of Magic recently, during which the unnamed monster reappeared.

"We're not allowed to talk about it, don't ask me anything," said a worried-looking amnesticist, who did not want to give his name, as he left the Ministry last night.

However, sources at the Ministry of Magic confirmed that the center of the disturbance was the fabled Hall of Prophecy.

Although so far the Ministry of Magic spokesman still refuses to confirm that such a place exists.

But there is a growing belief in the wizarding community that the Death Eaters serving time in Azkaban for assault and theft were trying to steal a prophecy orb.

The contents of the prophecy ball are unknown, but speculation abounds that it has something to do with Harry Potter, the only person known to have survived the Killing Curse, and is said to have been at the Ministry that night.

Some even called Potter "the savior," believing that the prophecy indicated that only Potter could free us from a man who must not even be named.

Even if the prophecy ball really exists, its whereabouts are still unknown, but (continued to the second edition, column 2)

A second newspaper was placed next to the first, with the headline: Scrimgeour takes over from Fudge Much of the front page is taken up by a large black-and-white photograph of a man with hair as thick as a lion's fur and a A savage face.The picture is animated—the man is waving his hands toward the ceiling.

Rufus Scrimgeour, former head of the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic's Law Enforcement Division, succeeds Cornelius Fudge as Minister for Magic.

The appointment was widely and enthusiastically welcomed by the wizarding community, though within hours of the new Minister Scrimgeour's appointment, there were rumors of a rift with Albus Dumbledore, the recently reinstated Wizengamot Head Wizard.

Scrimgeour's representative acknowledged that the Minister met with Dumbledore as soon as he assumed the top job, but he declined to say what they discussed.

Albus Dumbledore is known to have been exposed. The new Minister for Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour, said in a speech today that the Ministry has taken some tough new measures to ensure that students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to return safely to school this autumn. For obvious reasons, the Ministry of Magic will not reveal the details of its rigorous and up-to-date security plans," the Minister said.

However, an insider confirmed that these included some defensive magic and spells, a series of broken spells and a special Auror team sent to protect Hogwarts school.

The new minister's firm stance on keeping students safe seems to have reassured most.

Lady Augusta Longbottom said: "My grandson Neville - who happens to be a good friend of Harry Potter's, was at the Ministry fighting the Death Eaters alongside Harry in June, and -"

The rest of the story was obscured by a large birdcage placed above.

Inside the cage was a magnificent snow-white owl.Its amber eyes scanned the room majestically, and its head turned from time to time to look at its sleeping master.

Once or twice it clicked and clicked impatiently, but Harry was too deep in sleep to hear.

In the middle of the room stood a large box, its lid open, as if expecting something, but it was almost empty, save for sweets, old underwear, empty ink bottles, and broken quills scattered about at the bottom.

On the floor next to the case was a purple booklet with bold words: Published by Ministry of Magic Protecting your home and family from the dark arts The wizarding world is currently under threat from an organization calling itself the Death Eaters.

Following the simple safety guidelines below will help protect yourself, your family and your home from an attack.

1. Don't leave home alone. 2. Be extra careful at night.Go out and get back before dark as much as possible.

3. Check the safety precautions around the house, and make sure that the whole family knows some emergency measures, such as using the Iron Armor Curse, the Illusion Curse, etc., and the underage children in the family need to learn to show their followers.

4. Agree on safe codes with friends and family to spot Death Eaters using Polyjuice Potion to impersonate others (see page 2).

5. If you notice that a family member, colleague, friend or neighbor is behaving abnormally, please contact the Magical Law Enforcement Squad immediately.

They may have been under the Imperius Curse (see page 4). 6. If the Dark Mark appears on any house or building, do not enter and contact the Auror office immediately.

7. Unconfirmed news that Death Eaters may now use Inferi (see page 10)

If you see or encounter an Inferi, please report it to the Ministry of Magic immediately.Harry grunted in his sleep, his cheeks slid an inch or two down the window, his glasses crooked even more, but he didn't wake up.

An alarm clock, which Harry had repaired years before, was ticking on the windowsill, and it was a minute to eleven.

Next to the alarm clock, in Harry's loose hand, was a piece of parchment with words written in long, sideways script.

After the letter was delivered three days ago, Harry often took it out to look at it. The parchment was tightly rolled when it was first delivered, but it was now flat.

Dear Harry: If it is convenient for you, I will pick you up at 4 Privet Drive at eleven o'clock this Friday night to take you to the Burrow, where they invite you to spend the rest of your summer holidays.

Also, I have an errand to do on my way to the Burrow, and I would be very glad to have your assistance.

Details will be discussed when we meet.Please bring back this owl in return.See you on Friday.Your most faithful Albus Dumbledore.

Harry remembered the contents of the letter by heart, but since sitting by the bedroom window at seven o'clock in the evening (where the two intersections of Privet Drive were clearly visible), he couldn't help sneaking at it every few minutes. cast a few glances.

He knew there was no need to read Dumbledore's letter over and over again.Harry had sent his affirmative answer back to the messenger owl as requested.

All he could do now was wait: whether Dumbledore came or not.

But Harry didn't pack his bags.Being rescued after just two weeks at the Dursleys was too good to be true.

He couldn't get rid of the doubts in his heart, and he always felt that something might go wrong——

His reply to Dumbledore had gone elsewhere, and Dumbledore had been delayed from coming to fetch him, or the letter hadn't been from Dumbledore at all, but had been a joke, a prank, or a trap.

Harry would not be able to bear the joy of packing his luggage, only to be disappointed and have to take things out of the boxes one by one.

The only thing he did for the possible travel was to keep his snow-white owl, Hedwig, in a cage.

The minute hand of the alarm clock pointed to twelve, and almost at the same time, the street lights outside the window suddenly went out.

The sudden darkness woke Harry up like an alarm.He quickly straightened his glasses, moved his cheek from the glass, and pressed his nose to the window, squinting at the sidewalk below.A tall figure in a long cloak was walking down the garden path.

Harry jumped up as if electrocuted, flipping his chair over.He began to randomly grab everything within reach on the floor and throw it into the box.

He had just thrown a suit of robes, two spellbooks, and a packet of shortbread across the room when the doorbell rang.

From the living room downstairs came Uncle Vernon's voice: "Damn it, who's calling the door so late?"