Chapter 1006 ? No. 4, Privet Drive

On Privet Drive in Little Whinging, Surrey, beside the tidy street under the overcast sky, there are houses of the same style. The houses of these neighbors all look like the Dursleys' house, one after another. All the same, this dreary, quiet place seemed so non-magical, as if the neighborhood had been named after the privet shrub - the shrub used to make hedges between suburban houses when the Dursleys had chosen it. More or less hope that this name will bring them good luck, as a symbol of allowing them to be normal people and stay away from wizards.

In Harry's bedroom with a trap door on the second floor, there is a bed, a wardrobe and a desk. Hedwig lives in a cage on the desk. There are also scattered around the room some books that may have belonged to Dudley but have never been seen to be read by him, and some old Dudley toys that have not been repaired - after 1991, Harry's Uncle Vernon put Harry was given Dudley's storage room.

This was not out of good intentions. During the visit of Alan and Flaiger that year, and the receipt of the first Hogwarts acceptance letter sent to Harry Potter, I saw the address written on it: "Sa 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, 4 Privet Drive, Under the Staircase, Mr Harry Potter" Afterwards, Vernon felt very frightened as he realized that the wizarding world might already know about Harry How miserably abused.

So he kept Harry in one of Dudley's spare bedrooms upstairs to keep him out of trouble.

Harry was stacking his stuff into the suitcase, and on the table next to him stood a broken mirror, Sirius' face in the mirror watching Harry stuff all his things into the old suitcase .

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

Harry paused when he closed the zipper of his backpack, he adjusted his glasses, raised his head and looked at Sirius in the mirror with some doubts: "It should be half open, I will go down to check later, but Sirius, do you think we Will it be exposed? Voldemort... er, sorry, I mean the You-Know-Who will show up?"

After a short silence, Sirius' voice was a little hoarse: "Anyway, you have to be ready for this at any time this time... In order to avoid the monitoring of your aunt's house by the Ministry of Magic, except for those who are responsible for interference, go to the Wisteria Road. Arabella Fei Mrs. Ge's house, other people will teleport to my house on Privet Drive first, so let's meet up in this way."

Harry nodded, put away the fragments of the double-sided mirror, and then picked up a solid wooden photo frame placed on the table. The photo in the frame was taken by Muggles and did not move. Harry's parents were looking towards Harry smiling outside the frame - the Muggle picture had been there when Harry first walked into the cubicle he had just acquired.

After carefully stuffing the photo frame into the backpack, Harry gave the drawstring on the backpack a final tug. At this time, after he finished packing his luggage, the sky had begun to get darker, and the slanting sun outside the window shone a fiery red light.

Uncle Vernon roared from downstairs: "Boy!"

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

"how……?"

Harry looked around. The landing of number four, Privet Drive, was deserted. The cup of tea was probably Dudley trying to play a prank on him. Instead of cleaning up the tea that had fallen on the floor, Harry picked up the fragments of the tea cups and threw them into the already full trash can behind the bedroom door, then he leaned against the banister and looked downstairs,

I saw Uncle Vernon quickly dragging a box to the corner of the living room where the salutes were piled up - in the past, that place was almost full of Dudley's birthday presents at this time of year.

Uncle Vernon, who called Harry down, seemed to be ignoring him again at this time, his fat body was compact, and he called anxiously: "Hurry up Dudley, hurry up."

"I still don't understand why we have to leave here." Dudley came out, and he was carrying a punching bag. Harry's cousin was different from the chubby, chubby image of previous years. Now he looks like a hunk with some big muscular lines - although he still has ugly blond curly hair and wears a hideous leather jacket.

"Because according to what they said, it's no longer safe here!" Vernon dragged another bulging suitcase and piled it into the pile, "You want to take this with you? That kid Blessings, we have to escape after suffering!"

"I need it to keep my body strong. If we're going somewhere without internet, that's the only fun I'll have." With a bang, Dudley's punching bag knocked Vernon's pile of suitcases down.

"Well, since you like it, we don't need to carry it by ourselves anyway." Vernon's small eyes kept rolling, thinking about the things that could be taken away at home, and then he seemed to see Harry at this time, and he immediately He shouted loudly, "Hey, boy, when are they coming?"

Harry has been called around like this for sixteen years, but he didn't respond much to it, his eyes swept over the travel clock on the mantelpiece, and his tone was calm, "They just contacted me, and they will be on time. "

Dudley's eyes followed Vernon around the room, and finally, Vernon stopped in front of Harry, his big purple face wrinkled into a ball: "I've changed my mind...I won't go, this is my home, The house I have lived in for more than ten years... is all lies. I stayed up in the middle of the night last night, thinking about this matter. Will there be any problems with the house you bought for me? There must be a conspiracy, don’t you think Occupying the house?!"

"A house?" Harry asked. "What house?"

"This house!" squealed Uncle Vernon, the veins in his brow starting to throb, "our house! Prices are going up so badly around here! You're trying to send us away, show me a big You actually rented the house or did some tricks to get it? And before we know it, the name on the deed here is yours..."

"Are you confused? Plotting to take over this house? Are you really as stupid as you seem?" Harry asked impatiently. "I'm afraid you forgot. It cost him a little money, and my parents have left me enough property, what do I need your house for? For all the good old days?"

Silence—Harry thought his uncle had been silenced by his words.

"You claim," said Uncle Vernon, pacing again, "that the devil . . . "

"... Voldemort," said Harry impatiently, "we've discussed this a hundred times. Not claims, but facts. My godfather and Mr. Weasley..."

Vernon Dursley hunched his shoulders angrily, and Harry guessed his uncle was trying to get rid of the memory when the two grown wizards made a surprise visit just a few days into Harry's summer vacation. Sirius and Mr. Arthur Weasley showed up at his uncle's door to convince the Dursleys that they had given them a very unpleasant surprise - Harry had to admit that Mr. Weasley and his godfather had both Having left half the living room in ruins, their reappearance would certainly not please Uncle Vernon.

Outside, the sun was hanging low over the privet hedge, and the lawn mower at the neighbor's house was 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 anything bad except adopting a suspect, so 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 were accidents, did you? Even the fog that appeared from time to time... was made by dementors." Harry saw his cousin Dudley laughed out of the frightened expression on his face.

Dudley was covering his mouth with his hand, 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 first 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 on fear and despair, and they can't be killed... so the Ministry of Magic can only expel them temporarily, so now the fog is It's a burst."

"Okay, okay," growled Vernon Dursley, "then tell me, why can't we have the Ministry of Magic protecting us? Instead of relying on what society of yours? Depending on your little group?"

Harry couldn't help but continued to laugh. Uncle is like this. He always pins his hopes on the powerful department, even in the world he hates and distrusts: "The Ministry of Magic seems to want to use me to lure the Dark Lord." ...Of course I have nothing against it and I am timid, unless you and I have the same wishes, maybe I can try to convince my godfather again?"

"NO!!!" Vernon screamed, panting heavily, his bushy black mustache undulating, his big face still flushed purple, "I mean... well, boy, You better not let me find out that you are deceiving us!"

Seeing the shy Uncle Vernon pulling Dudley and starting to run up the stairs, he went back to the room and continued to pack his things.

Harry shrugged and walked aimlessly towards the kitchen. Apart from the room he lives in now, in this house he is most familiar with the kitchen except for the storage room under the stairs. These places where he works are places where he can Where to stay the longest.

Harry, who walked a few steps to the kitchen, paused. He thought he had 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 upright, her already thin body looking smaller, her hands clasped in front of her. The kitchen, which had been cleaned up 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 turning her head. Her neck, which seemed to be twice as long as others, was slightly lowered, her brows were raised, and her eyes followed suit. Lifting up—although she didn't turn her head, she clearly knew that it was Harry, Vernon and Dali were both big men, and their personalities wouldn't make them walk so lightly.

"They'll torture you if they think you know where I'm going...even if it's just for fun or to blow off steam...as soon as the house is unprotected they show up...I think you were able to hear my conversation with Uncle Vernon just now !" Harry's voice was obviously higher than usual, and his tone was obviously a little impatient, and he walked a few steps into the kitchen with slow and heavy steps.

Petunia's slightly drooping mean cheeks suddenly turned sideways in Harry's direction, and 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 locked Aunt Petunia's face with green eyes of distrust and doubt—Aunt Petunia was just a Muggle, how could she know what the Death Eaters would be capable of, what they would be like? cruel.

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