Before Harry could get downstairs, he heard the door slam shut, and the sound of a car engine outside. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe Dursleys have gone out. Harry had to take this to heart and inform the Dursleys about dinner that night.

By the time the Dursleys returned to 4 Privet Road from shopping, the street lights had been on for a long time. After a large meal, the Dursleys did not give Harry Potter a chance to speak, and were rudely invited back to his bedroom.

In the bedroom, Harry Potter hurriedly pulled out a quill and ink, and scribbled on a piece of parchment, "Hi Ron, the letter has arrived, but I think Mrs. Weasley forgot to tell my aunt and uncle when you will be coming." I'll try to tell them what time you're coming between noon on Sunday, but I want to ...... You'd better be prepared for a quick decision, for my aunt and uncle also had their guests that afternoon, and I don't know the exact time, but hopefully it doesn't conflict with the time of your arrival, or else...... It's hard for me to imagine what it will be like then. See you Sunday! Harry. Harry rolled the parchment into a roll and tied it to the little owl's feet (not that Harry was too bad, but because the owl was so small).

Glancing around, I saw the suitcase in the corner that was already open and began to be packed, and the owl hanging from the window. Turning to Hedwig, "Do you feel like you can fly long distances?"

Hedwig let out a few loud calls, and Harry quickly turned to lean against the door, trying to make out the sound of Vernon's heavy body stepping up the stairs. No, Harry let out a sigh of relief. One of the inconvenient aspects of life at the Dursleys is about owls. The Dursleys forbade Harry to let Hedwig out during the day, because the constant white owls coming in and out during the day would make the family look special, and the word special was something that the Dursleys were particularly taboo or intended to avoid.

A text message informing Siris Black that Harry Potter had received an invitation from the Weasleys to go to the Quidditch World Cup and to spend the rest of his vacation at the Weasleys' house was tied to Hedwig's lap and disappeared into the night sky as Hedwig faded into the night sky.

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As the night wore on, in Little Hangleton Village, Holly was lying on the bed in the attic, staring at the starry sky in a daze. It was a night that seemed normal, but for some reason, Holly always felt that something was going to happen.

At 4 Privet Road, Harry Potter seems to have let go of all his thoughts after seeing Hedwig off, imagining the upcoming Quidditch World Cup match and the next life at Weasley's house, and gradually falling asleep. The Dursleys sat at the dinner table, carefully examining every piece of equipment that might be used on Sunday guests' visits.

The Weasleys, the owls that flew in and out of Percy's room every day, and the hard-working new employees of the Ministry of Magic's competition organizing committee were still buried in mountains of parchment. Mr. Crouch's work efficiency has been a little low lately, so he, as a secretary, needs to take on more responsibilities and work, especially from the Minister of Magic's reply, each time quite punctual or even early, the red-haired boy, who was stimulated by the high efficiency of the high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic, added himself a cup of coffee again and threw himself into his work again.

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In Little Hangleton, a group of avid owl lovers recently found a new place to settle down, and the villagers called it the Maze, with only an elderly man still running the yard - Frank Bryce. It was widely believed that he was involved in the murder 50 years earlier, but according to the forensic examination at the time, it did not appear to be the work of Frank Bryce, so the case was put aside as a mystery.

Fifty years later, however, when the Sunday morning sun rose again, the smoke from the early cooking of old Frank Bryce did not rise, nor did the crowds of enthusiasts who roamed the village...... All of this seems to be a bit abnormal. However, when people tried to get closer, they found that a team of police came from somewhere, and the entire maze had been surrounded. Inside the house, people come and go, and I don't know what is being discussed.

However, this was just an illusion for the Muggles, in fact, it was the police, and they didn't know what they were investigating, or rather, the girl who appeared behind them gave them an order not to allow them to touch the corpses, but only to investigate outside.

Inside the room, the personnel are also mixed. There were doctors from San Diego examining corpses, and Aurors from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. In the corner of the room, Holly was frowning, listening intently to the introduction of the brown-haired man next to him, and responding from time to time.

"Director Rufus Scrimgeour, can you be sure that these people were killed by the Death Curse?"

"That's right, Minister. Scrimgeour looked a little arrogant, and in the eyes of an Auror, a young witch who was not yet an adult as Minister of Magic was obviously unconvincing, though he couldn't figure out why this was happening. It's normal for a warrior dedicated to the fight against black magic to not understand what politics is.

"Dozens of people, without any sound, even if they are all Muggles, I'm afraid it's not an easy thing. ”

"Well, but these Muggles don't seem to be resisting, and from a certain point of view, it can be assumed that they were killed one by one in their sleep, and from this point of view, it is not a particularly difficult task. At least for most former dark wizards, it's not difficult. ”

"The difficult thing is to find the magic fluctuations related to the murderer or the magic mark left by the murderer in the surrounding area as soon as possible. ”

"Well, it's ......"

"Captain, this corpse is a little questionable. An Auror, who still looked a little tender, said next to a corpse.

"What's going on?, Nymphadora?" asked Scrimgeur.

"Well, Captain, I think the expression of this corpse is a little different from the others...... It seems that this Muggle saw something or was frightened by something before he died. Nymphadora Tonks said hesitantly.

"There was also a problem with the clothes. Holly chimed in from the side. Under the sunlight, some places on the corpse's clothes were faintly shining.

"The scales? They look like the scales of a snake, but this snake doesn't seem small. Scrimgeour said after removing something glittering from his clothes and after a spell.

"Snake?" Holly hesitated.

"Well, that's right, it's a snake. "Scrimgeour.

"But there don't seem to be snakes around here. ”