Holidays don't have to be fun for everyone, but at least they aren't too boring.

Especially when Harry had access to Aunt Penny's television.

The family is going out today to visit a business partner.

As juvenile delinquents at the St. Bruce Secure Center, they are not qualified to go with them in such "family" activities.

So he can now lazily lean back on the couch and change TV shows boringly.

He didn't have to be forced by Dudley to watch a stupid football game.

Only now is his freest moment in this family.

But there will be no Quidditch matches or a concert by the Weird Sisters.

He casually tuned to a sports channel, the commentator's voice screamed, a football game seemed to have another goal, and the boy's eyes were on the screen, but his mind was still cranky.

He couldn't help but think back to the great changes that had taken place in the last school year

Dumbledore just left them?

He still couldn't believe it when he thought about it.

There is an inexplicable sense of unreality,

The old man would knock on the door at any moment, drag his ornate golden and purple robes, and slowly push the door in, with a smile on his face, telling him to go to Florin's cold drink shop in Diagon Alley for dessert.

Unrealistic fantasies.

Just when he was wandering into the world and fantasizing.

Suddenly, there was a tearing pain in the brain, as if the wooden bar suddenly broke with a grin, and as if it was overwhelmed by the entanglement of steel bars, and the old turtle shell cracked inch by inch after being roasted by extreme heat.

A thousand painful sensations are used like a tide.

Anger and bloodlust followed, and his eye sockets began to bulge and become bloodshot.

Voldemort was able to communicate with the intrusive mind.

He already knew.

He tried his best to use the Occlumency technique he had used, but the impact continued unabated.

Eventually, his centipede-like writhing on the couch slowed down

Because the pain began to subside gradually.

His gods were even clearer than ever, perhaps the pain made him more sensitive

Harry was then surprised to see a female announcer with standard pronunciation start interjecting urgent news on the TV not far in front of him.

"London's Tower Bridge, which spans the River Thames, collapsed at 12 noon today for unknown reasons. ”

"The government is looking for the cause, the number of casualties is being counted, and the injured have been rushed to hospitals. ”

"There is an urgent news that a strong tornado has struck near the Lancaster government district in western England, and I hope the general public will be prepared for disasters. ”

"Break an urgent news ......"

Although he wanted to tell himself that what was on TV was some accident, his inexplicable instinct told him that these were not normal natural disasters.

It was obvious that the pain just now was the same emotion that Voldemort was in sync with when he was destroying and destroying, and he was wantonly destroying Muggle public facilities, causing panic.

Harry was tempted to stop it.

But he couldn't stop it.

He did not know where Voldemort had done evil, nor could he defeat him.

Unable to change, but trying to change.

The inability to do anything about the status quo made him feel an inexplicable sense of confusion.

In the past, he could seek Dumbledore's help and confide his secrets and confusion. Now I have to bear it myself.

Now he went from worrying about his average wizard-level exam results to worrying about Voldemort's possible future actions.

These devastation will inevitably cause huge repercussions in Muggle society, and panic will spread virally.

Beneath the unstable society, there is an even more turbulent undercurrent.

Compared to the turmoil in Muggle society,

The wizarding world isn't much better.

In less than two months, many employees from all walks of life have resigned, especially in the Ministry of Magic.

Because of their keen sense of smell, they perceive danger and the rapid decay of the Ministry of Magic.

Not only is it a sixth sense gained in the fight against the dark wizard, but it is also a keen sense of the current situation.

Umbridge begins a census of the entire Ministry.

It was strongly opposed by almost all employees.

She's looking for a sort of employee who will be on the job - pure-blood wizards, half-blood wizards, hemp wizards.

It caused strong dissatisfaction, and many people left in anger, and for those who left, it has to be said that it was a kind of luck.

Because many of those who did not have time to leave their jobs and were full of "sense of justice" were controlled by the Imperius Curse.

Aside from the official proclamation, the Ministry of Magic is no different from Voldemort's actual rule.

Umbridge made the best choice for herself with little hesitation.

Confused, Harry suddenly felt sleepy, and he manipulated the button to turn off the TV, and returned to his poor cubicle, gazing anxiously at the cobwebbed ceiling, and then gradually closing his eyelids. Fall asleep.

"Click".

Harry didn't know how long he had been asleep before he was awakened again.

It was the sound of Dudley slamming the door, and he liked to slam it with his thick arms.

They prepared dinner for a while, and then prepared to start the meal.

Just as they were about to start eating, an uninvited guest appeared.

There was a knock at the door

"Who's going to pick this time. Uncle Vernon stood up at the knock at the door, his round belly trembling, and he dragged his body to the door with great difficulty

Professor McGonagall stood in the doorway, dressed in a dark green robe and a pointed horned hat

"You're not very welcome here, and I'm not going to invite you in for dinner. Uncle Vernon cried out in disgust and fear.

He's a bit of an influence on this witch, he's an abnormal person, and Potter and them, a teacher at that weird school.

"I won't delay your meal, sir, but Mr. Potter will come with me. ”

She looked around the table

"You don't even have the consciousness to ask him to eat with you, and I don't think you're going to keep him. ”

Dudley stared at the full plate in front of him.

"Professor, but it's too early to leave school. ”

"I don't think you'd want to stay here, do you?"

Professor McGonagall is half soliciting, half inquiry.

Then she turned her head and glared at the Dudley family with her eagle-like gaze.

"Although you have abused Harry for a long time, I have to admit that you have at least given him a home. ”

"I had to advance this time, and while Dumbledore's spell was safe, it was the most problematic gap when I was away from the school, so I needed to take him with him early. ”

Uncle Vernon didn't understand any spells or other words, but he understood the word safety.

"Safe, you're going to take this guy away, does that mean we're not safe?"

"Don't implicate us, that mysterious man is terrifying, isn't he?" said the uncle, whose little eyes were almost covered by the flesh of his face, widened and stretched out, and waved his hands in some horror, for fear of implicating them

"A hundred times more terrifying than a terrorist in the eyes of Muggles. Professor McGonagall straightened the pointed hat on her head, using a very graphic but inappropriate analogy.

"We're serious!" said Uncle Vernon, slapping the table in front of him, baring his teeth and roaring excitedly, as if it would be safe to do so.