Chapter 843 Meet Harry

Regardless of the answer, it's not a good thing, it means Voldemort has done something to him!

Harry had no other choice but to stay in the Dursleys pitifully and pray that the Ministry of Magic would not expel him.

This sense of powerlessness made him irritated, and the only person more irritated than him was Uncle Vernon.

Not surprisingly, after Uncle Vernon finally figured out that the man who killed Harry's parents had returned, and that the dementor who had just appeared to attack his precious son came to hunt and kill Harry, he immediately decided to drive Harry out. , out of the house.

Uncle Vernon's reaction was what Harry had expected, but what really surprised him was that they soon got another letter from an owl, a letter from a howler, and this one was addressed to Aunt Petunia.

After a long enough delay without opening it, the red envelope burst into flames, and a terrible sound came from the burning letter that fell on the table, filling the entire kitchen and echoing in the limited space , only one sentence.

"Remember my last, Penny!"

Harry didn't understand what that meant, remember the last what?

Also, why would Aunt Petunia be connected to a wizard she didn't know about?

When Harry mentioned Voldemort before, she also understood the meaning of the name for the first time, and she also knew about Azkaban and Dementors.

For the first time in his life, Harry was fully aware that Aunt Petunia was his mother's sister.

He couldn't say why he felt it so strongly at the moment, he just knew that he wasn't the only one in the house vaguely aware of what Voldemort's return meant...

What also shocked Harry was Aunt Petunia's reaction. After hearing that sentence, she quickly resumed her usual lean and stern arrogance, and persuaded the somewhat screaming Uncle Vernon to agree Let Harry stay here.

She ordered Harry to go back to sleep, where he had been lying down since last night.

Three times a day Aunt Petunia shoved meals into his room through the little trapdoor that Uncle Vernon had installed three summers ago.

Every time Harry heard Aunt Petunia's approaching footsteps, he wanted to ask her what the howling letter was about.

But instead of asking her these questions, it would be better to ask the doorknob.

The Dursleys never went near his bedroom except to deliver meals.

Harry also felt that it was meaningless to insist on staying with them. There would be no gain in making a fuss, and it would probably only make him fly into a rage. He couldn't help but use magic in violation of the law, making mistakes again and again.

Harry wrote a letter to Sirius, Ivan, Ron, and Hermione, wanting to know what was going on and when he could leave here. He sent Hedwig out, but until now No reply, just like before.

Harry sighed again, and fell heavily on the bed, ready to sleep to numb himself.

This went on for three whole days, and there were times when Harry was so restless that he couldn't settle down to do anything.

He just paced up and down the bedroom, mad at all of them for making him suffer here.

At other times he would be completely listless and spend hours lying in bed, or sitting on a chair, staring blankly into the air, terrified at the thought of going to the Ministry of Magic for trial.

What if their verdict was against him?

What if he did get fired and his wand snapped in two?

What will he do, where will he go?

He couldn't live with the Dursleys all the time as he had done before, because he knew another world now, a world that really belonged to him. So, could he move to Sirius?

Move in with his godfather, something Sirius had suggested more than once.

But every time he goes to summer vacation, he will have a lot of things to do, and accompany Aiwen on adventures all over the world.

Harry wanted to go too, but they didn't take him at all.

This made Harry very dissatisfied with Ivan and Sirius, even angry, but there was no other way.

Ai Wen explained to him before that his mother left a magic when she died that year. As long as he spends some time with the Dursleys every year, this magic will continue to work and protect him until he reaches adulthood. Not harmed by Voldemort.

This is the main reason why Harry could hold back and fly directly to Sirius without strapping his suitcase to his broomstick.

Meanwhile, Harry was also mad at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore refused to tell him anything, and his attitude became obviously cold. During the last period of last semester, he tried to talk to Dumbledore but was rejected. Obviously, he has done a lot of things to prove that he is trustworthy, even without Ivan That strong, but also a lot better than Ron, Hermione, and the others.

On the fourth night after Hedwig left, Harry was in a listless state.

He was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, his tired mind was almost blank.

At this moment, Uncle Vernon entered his bedroom.

Harry turned slowly to look at him, Uncle Vernon in his best suit, looking smug.

"We're going out, boy!" he said.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

"We, that is, your aunt, Dudley and I are going out."

"Okay," said Harry dryly, his eyes on the ceiling again.

"You are not allowed to leave your room while we are away."

"OK."

"Don't touch the TV, the stereo, anything that belongs to us."

"OK."

"Also, don't steal what's in the refrigerator."

"No problem," said Harry listlessly, and Uncle Vernon looked at him suspiciously.

"I'm going to lock your door."

"Okay, you lock it."

Uncle Vernon glared at Harry, apparently suspecting that something was wrong with Harry's obedience.

Then, he walked out of the room with heavy steps, and closed the door behind him.

Harry heard the key turn in the lock, and heard Uncle Vernon's footsteps thumping downstairs. A few minutes later, he heard the door slam, the engine rumble, and the unmistakable sound of the car pulling out of the driveway.

Harry had no particular feeling about the Dursleys' departure; he was the only one left in the house.

It didn't make much difference to him whether they were home or not, and he couldn't even get out of bed to turn on the bedroom light.

The room was getting darker, and he lay there, listening to the sounds around him.

Empty houses creaked and water gurgled from pipes.

Harry lay in bed, as if in a state of numbness, thinking of nothing, restless.

He forces himself to sleep, which is how he spends his days.

Then, he heard footsteps in the corridor outside, and someone came in.

There was no way the Dursleys would be back so soon, and he hadn't heard their car drive back.

Harry sat up abruptly, grabbed the wand on the bedside table, was it a thief or Voldemort's minion? !

The next second, the lock clicked, and the bedroom door was flung open, causing Harry to jump up in fright.

In the dimness, he saw a familiar figure walking in, it was Aiwen! Browse and read the address: