Chapter 12 Rescue Harry Potter (Revised, Typos Have Been Corrected)

In the early morning, a drop of dew slips from the young leaves, throwing out thousands of golden lights. Allen stood up and closed his posture, completing the third movement of the body training technique.

"Finally practicing the third movement is considered to have reached the initial stage. I don't know what kind of surprise it will bring me." Allen is full of expectations.

Allen's thoughts turned to a year and a half ago. After getting the body training, Allen was immersed in the books all afternoon, carefully chewing the words that appeared in each book, and tracing the words in the book thousands of times in his mind. Picture, mentally demonstrate the specific action. Fortunately, there were no main subjects in the afternoon classes, which allowed Alan to pass smoothly.

In the past one and a half years, Alan has been tutoring Harry and Fleger in the second class every day. While their grades have improved by leaps and bounds, their friendship has been repeated again and again by Dudley Dursley and others. The provocations are increasing day by day.

Although Mrs. Morgan Le Fay Harris didn't care much about the Muggle school test results, she learned that her son's final test scores all got the best grades of A+ in the Muggle grading standard, and he also learned a lot. After playing the piano, he still gave his son a lot of Galleons as a reward.

In order to cope with the Sorting Hat and Dumbledore's possible spiritual exploration of Legilimency, Allen spent most of his energy on Occlumency, and he is still completely unable to maintain Running, more than a year of hard work can barely keep it going for a short while.

Of course, compared to the tedious Occlumency, of course, what makes Allen most happy and interested is the study of magic spells and the practice of "McLean Body Refining". At present, the body training technique that has reached the elementary level not only makes his body stronger and more agile, but the biggest function is that every time he completes a certain progress, it allows Allen to gradually and more accurately control the muscles in a certain area of ​​the body. Through the process of learning the piano In the experiment with his own fingers, Allen will need to achieve a precise trajectory when using the wand in the future and when handling those medicinal materials when making potions, he should no longer have to worry about failing due to hand shaking.

He went to lie in the toilet again to prove that he didn't need to help him pee. He returned to the room, took a shower and changed his clothes, and came downstairs. Except for Daisy, the family members hadn't gotten up yet.

Considerately cooked a pot of steaming, milky breakfast tea for the family, Alan brought it to Daisy's table.

"Daisy, I made an appointment with Fleger to find Harry today, please tell my mother for me."

"It's okay, so good today? Is it because I don't have enough pocket money? I happen to have some Muggle money left, and it's useless to keep it with me. You can take it." The fragrant milk tea put Daisy in a very good mood, She got up and returned to her room, took out a few pounds, and handed them to Alan without any explanation. Amid the aroma of milk tea, Daisy did not forget to tell her brother, "Remember to come back before dinner."

Alan came to the gate of the school that Fleger had made an appointment with. As soon as he arrived, he heard Fletcher next to him shouting, "Allen, I'm here!" While frying fish, he waved cheerfully to Allen. Fleger, who graduated from elementary school with honors, received a large amount of pocket money from his parents. It seems that it will take some time to spend them all.

The two first went to the largest and oldest toy store in London - Hamleys Toy Store to buy Harry a birthday gift, then took a bus to Privet Drive in Little Whinging, where Harry Potter lived.

"No. 4, Privet Drive, this is it!" Fleger, who was walking in front, looked at the street sign and turned to Allen.

Allen was a little surprised to notice that he was looking at a cat squatting on the wall, and he was relieved after carefully identifying it with some guilt, "There are no lines of glasses around the cat's eyes, it should be just an ordinary cat. Professor McGonagall, the majestic Hogwarts vice-head, will not stay at the door of a Muggle's house, even if it is Harry Potter's foster place."

Fleger had already rang the doorbell. A thick male voice came from inside: "Dudley,

go open the door! "

"Tell that weirdo, I want to watch cartoons!" Dudley's voice was impatient!

"Stinky boy..." Immediately after the sound of footsteps came, a fat middle-aged blond man with a double chin opened the door. He looked very greasy and asked in a rough voice: "Boy, what are you talking about?" Who are you looking for?"

"Hi sir, we are classmates of Harry Potter. My name is Flegal Brown. Is Harry there?" Flegal asked politely.

"Harry? There's no Harry Potter here." Vernon Dursley said impatiently, and was about to slam the door shut.

Alan stepped forward and blocked the door, "If I guess right, you must be Mr. Dursley, right? Is Dudley there? I'm Alan Harris, and we are also Dudley's classmates. Today I want to ask them to hang out, and I hope to get your permission..."

"You are Alan Harris? The number one in the whole grade?... Dada, your classmate Alan Harris is looking for you!" Mr. Dursley looked at Alan suspiciously, then turned his head and shouted towards the room arrive.

"Come in, please." Vernon Dursley stepped aside. Even Vernon, who hates "cultural people" who can read, is willing to let his son have more contacts with the first grader.

"Harris, Brown, you—"

"Yes, Dudley, we're here to share our boxing experience with you." Before Dudley, who looked like a ghost, finished speaking, Allen stepped forward, put an arm around Dudley's shoulders, and walked towards the living room without letting him break free. go.

The living room was immaculately tidy, and the picture on the mantelpiece showed the boy riding a bicycle, or standing by the flower bed at the fair, or playing video games with his father, and kissing and hugging with his mother.

There was nothing in the photos to suggest that another boy was living in the same house. Although Harry did live here, Allen looked at the cabinet without any trace, and he knew that Harry was there at the moment.

"Bang bang bang..." Harry tapped desperately in the cabinet, "Alan, Fleger, I'm stuck here." Harry wanted to attract the attention of his friends.

"It's Harry's voice? Mr. Dursley, you are not imprisoning Harry illegally, are you?" Allen said deliberately, squinting at Mr. Dursley.

"Yeah, we haven't seen Harry for a long time, and he even missed the final exam!" Fleger also heard the voice and was very worried about Harry.

"Of course not, how come, we worked so hard to bring him up... oh, damn it!" Mr. Dursley was embarrassed, you know, just now he wanted to lie and say that Harry was not here and let them just be with himself child playing.

Alan was not interested in listening to Vernon Dursley's explanation, so he reached out and pulled the latch of the cabinet and opened the door.

Before Dursley could lock the door again, Harry got out of the closet. Behind Harry, the door of the cupboard flung open, and the dark cupboard was like a gaping mouth, devouring Harry's supposedly bright and happy childhood.

Allen originally just obeyed his father's wishes and deliberately befriended Harry Potter, but he didn't expect that the actual situation of Harry's abuse was much more serious than what was described in the novel in his memory.

No wonder Harry is so skinny and always wears big old clothes. The abuse Harry has endured is much worse than Ellen can see. In stark contrast to Dudley, who has his own parents by his side, no parents Anyone in this family can trample on Harry at will. Harry didn't grow into another Dark Lord, but he was still upright, brave, and pure, thanks to Mrs. Kelly's patient teaching and his inheritance from his mother Lily in his nature-justice and kindness.

In fact, for Petunia Evans Dursley, who has not seen it now, knowing how powerful the mysterious man and his subordinates are, she is willing to let her family risk her life to take in her sister's orphan. Persuading her husband when he was annoyed, and even arguing with Dumbledore when Harry was seventeen years old. From this point of view, Allen felt that although she was not a good elder, she was not too old. bad…

But I have to say, this made Allen feel that Dumbledore, who knew about Harry's situation but didn't do anything, was really an old bastard. Even if Harry had to live in this family because of that ancient magic, Dumbledore was perfectly fine. Intervening a little and threatening the Dursleys, or letting Hagrid take Harry to use the Potter family's gold Galleons stored in Gringotts to exchange some pounds as compensation for adopting him, can make Harry have a happier life. childhood, but Dumbledore was unwilling to do such a small thing and spent his time and energy on observing him suffer.

Allen couldn't help but wonder if Dumbledore just wanted Harry to have an unfortunate childhood so that when he went to the wizarding world, he could casually show his concern for him and gain Harry's favor for him? In addition, expecting and in the name of testing, designing and arranging for a child to take risks many times to help him grow up so that he can save the world in the future. It is a serious irresponsible behavior for Dumbledore. (Author's note: The short article on the official website Pottermore admitted Dumbledore's irresponsibility for this behavior.)

However, when Alan was reading books and contacting Harry with the mentality of completing the task, Alan could still look on and express his understanding to Dursley, but now seeing him being so abused with his own eyes still made Alan feel a little righteous indignation.

"Mr. Dursley, I suspect that you kept Harry in a dark cupboard for a long time. I have reason to believe that Harry was illegally imprisoned and abused by you some time ago. Fleger and I witnessed it with our own eyes, which is a witness. If you If Harry’s situation cannot be improved, I need to seek legal aid for Harry.” Suppressing his anger, Allen issued a warning to Mr. Dursley, trying to improve Harry’s situation.

"That's right, my sister is a lawyer. If Harry needs it, our whole family will be obliged to help him!" Fleger did not show any weakness.

Harry looked at his friend gratefully. When he was dark and helpless, it was Allen and Fleger who brought him light, so that he still felt love and hope.

"Okay, okay, Harry, I wanted to take you to the amusement park, but now I ask you to take your friends out of my house." It can be seen that although Vernon Dursley is not I believed in the threat of these children too much, but I was still a little guilty and angry.

Allen, Harry, and Fleger looked at each other, and didn't say much to irritate each other. After all, Harry would stay at the Dursleys' house until he was seventeen—the age of majority recognized by the wizarding world.

"You guys are so kind. Last time Dudley celebrated his birthday, I actually released a boa constrictor in the zoo... Dursley had never been so angry before, so he locked me up." Harry seemed to be free The bird in the cage, told his two little friends about his previous adventures.

"Harry, don't rush away, that postman seems to be coming to your house, I sent you a birthday card." Seeing the postman coming on a motorcycle in the distance, Alan remembered the plot, and stopped Harry sharing fried fish with Fleger.

"You sent me a greeting card!" Harry stopped what he was doing, and looked at Allen in shock. You know, at this age, no one has ever written to Harry.

Allen was also surprised by Harry's excitement, he just sent a greeting card at random to perfunctory.