MTL - A Magical Hogwarts-v7 Chapter 13 Family!

4 Privet Road,

Room on the second floor.

Harry sits by the bed, thinking about the universe

and the ultimate secret of magic.

Commonly known as daze.

The owl Hedwig, standing on the window, stared at Kazlan with big eyes, and made a cooing sound.

It means hungry.

At Hogwarts, the cat named Bobo Tea liked to harass owls in the birdhouse.

It also and Mrs. Norris, with a litter of children, went to pick the owl's feathers and make a nest for themselves.

The Hogwarts Bullies live up to their name.

But after having known it for a long time, Hedwig has a similar odor and is also contaminated with some bad habits.

for example

I haven't eaten for five minutes, and I'm starving to death!

But Harry didn't have any eyesight, not only did not move, but continued to wander.

Hedwig cooed for a while, a little anxious.

Standing at the window that day, I saw the human on the TV saying:

Like daze, is a symptom of epilepsy.

Shouldn't the **** shovel officer have epilepsy?

Hedwig flapped her wings and circled the room.

When it flew to Harry's head, his fat hips lifted gently, his tail flicked, and he threw a pile of freshly baked "Jin Ke La".

Snapped!

It fell right into Harry's tousled hair.

Harry shuddered, jolted awake.

He touched his head! ! !

Harry hurried to wash his hair, and when he returned to the room, Hedwig had fled the crime scene.

Hedwig: Hidden merit and fame!

Harry glanced at the clock on the wall. He thought he'd been sitting for an hour, but only ten minutes.

Harry couldn't help sighing and sat down on the bed again.

Boil time is also a technical activity.

Ron could fall into a daze anytime, anywhere, and then be distracted for an hour without interruption.

This is a magical skill. When you are in class, or even when you go to work, you can fish perfectly.

It is a pity that Harry has only learned the fur, and has not yet gotten started, let alone the essence of Ron.

At this moment, he especially needs to "wander" in order to pass the time, so that the night can come quickly.

Because at that time, he can leave the house.

Not literally leaving, but leaving forever and never coming back!

In other words, tonight, No. 4, Privet Drive, where he had lived for sixteen years, was no longer his home.

Harry couldn't wait.

He had heard William describe Muggle relativity before:

A man and a beautiful woman sit opposite each other for an hour, and it will feel like only a minute has passed

But if he were to sit on the stove for a minute, he would feel as if more than an hour had passed.

Harry wished Ginny or Cho would be by his side by now and lie down, bah, on the edge of the bed.

He must be doing nothing, just staring at the two of them quietly, so that time will pass faster.

Harry had nothing to do, walked out of the room and headed downstairs.

When he came to the living room, he saw his uncle's family, packing their things, as if they were about to move.

They do move, and they're leaving at the same time tonight.

Uncle Vernon's belly was quite chubby after seeing Harry, he hesitated for a moment, but still asked:

"Boy, do we have to leave?"

"Yes!" Harry explained calmly:

"I've said it many times, that as soon as I turn seventeen, the spell that keeps me safe will break and you and I will be exposed.

Professor Dumbledore believes that Voldemort will target you, or torture you, torture me, or think that you will be held hostage, and I will rush to the rescue. "

"You must hide, and the Phoenix Society will help you and provide you with the best and strictest protection."

Uncle Vernon did not speak, but paced up and down.

He is reluctant to leave here, reluctant to move out of the house where he has lived for more than ten years

Vernon was panting heavily, his thick black mustache fluctuated and his face turned purple.

"Okay, we accept that protection. But why can't Stark protect us?

We can live in his house. "

Vernon had been in the news, had met William and knew he knew the Queen.

More than any other wizard, he must have wished that the young man would protect him.

Harry resisted and didn't roll his eyes, he said impatiently:

"As I said, William is very busy. Recently the newspapers are also reporting that he is at war.

There are so many things he has to be responsible for, and he has no time to protect you. "

"But our safety is important too!" Vernon muttered.

"Oh, since you're so important, why don't you make a phone call and let the Muggle Prime Minister protect you?" Harry got angry.

He was also surprised. I don't know when, I also became "Siris".

Uncle Vernon was so beaten that he couldn't get off the stage, and his face was flushed.

"Dad," Dudley exclaimed suddenly, "I want to go with the Order of the Phoenix."

Harry raised his eyebrows and looked at his big cousin with some surprise.

Dudley seems to have changed a bit since he was attacked by the Dementors the year before.

But it doesn't matter

He and his aunt, uncle, and cousin will be separated tonight and never see each other again.

However, Harry suddenly discovered that this was clearly something he had been thinking about for more than ten years.

Now that it's finally coming true, I'm not happy at all.

At this moment, the doorbell rang suddenly.

Harry walked over, opened the door, and an excited voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Harry Potter!"

A small man wearing a lavender top hat bowed to him: "It's an honor to meet you!"

"Thanks, Dedallo." Harry was a little embarrassed. "Come in quickly."

The people who came were Hestia and Dedalo. According to the set task, they would send the aunt's family to a safe place.

And Harry's departure was escorted by Mad Eye.

Dedalo strode into the living room and said quickly:

"We'll Apparate with your aunt's family to safety."

"And you, Harry," continued Hestia, "Mad-Eye will pick you up and Apparate directly with you.

But if he didn't show up by the appointed time, something might have happened.

Don't wait for him, this door key will take you to the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, do you know how to use it? "

Harry nodded and took a worn soda can.

Dedallo turned to the Dursleys again. "How is it, are you all packed? Are we ready to go?"

Uncle Vernon exclaimed, "That's goodbye, boy."

He stretched his right arm forward, trying to shake Harry's hand, but at the last moment he seemed unable to face it, so he clenched his hand into a fist and swung it back and forth like a metronome.

Dudley stood there, his mouth slightly open, trying to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

After a moment of struggle, Dudley murmured:

"Thank you, Harry, for saving my life."

"You can't say that," Harry shook his head. "It was your soul that the Dementors wanted to take away."

"but"

Dudley's ability to express his feelings seems to have been exhausted. After a thousand words, he simply asked:

"Are we okay to meet, Harry?"

Harry wanted to say "never again", but when the words came to his lips, it became

"certainly!"

Dudley held out his fat, pink hand.

Harry shook Dudley's hand, and the two gave each other another hug. "Take care, brother."

Dudley wiped his tears, then staggered out of the living room~www.novelbuddy.com~ Aunt Petunia finally left, and before parting, she stopped, turned her head, and examined Harry.

For a moment, Harry had a very strange feeling, as if Aunt Petunia wanted to say something to him.

But she hesitated and said nothing, just took something out of her pocket and stuffed it into Harry's arms.

After Penny had done all this, she shook her head sharply and rushed out the door, chasing after her husband.

Harry looked down, then froze.

That is an old photo.

In other words, two photos were stitched together with glue.

One is Dudley with Penny and Vernon holding the baby, with Grandma and Grandpa standing behind them.

Another photo shows Lily and James holding a young Harry in their arms.

The two families have never had a photo together, or even had the opportunity to get together.

Not before, not now, not in the future.

But they are still stitched together in such a lame way, as if a family photo was taken together.

Harry looked at the photo, his eyes stayed on his uncle and aunt who were still young.

Vernon must have hugged him back then, maybe urinated on him himself during a diaper change.

Penny must have hugged him too, and even taught him to be called "Auntie".

And he babbled "Mom".

And Dudley, who probably fought each other as babies.

Harry squeezed the picture, lips trembling, eyes closed.

Although Dumbledore and William didn't say anything, he had a hunch that he had to face Voldemort.

Summer is here, and Harry doesn't know if he can still see autumn, if he can go back to Hogwarts, spend his seventh year, and if he can confess to Ginny.

After all, he doesn't even have his only home now.

Harry was in tears.