Whichever the answer is, it's not a good thing, it means that Voldemort did something to him!

Harry had no choice but to remain pathetically with the Dursleys, praying that the Ministry of Magic would not expel him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This feeling of powerlessness irritates him, and the only one who is more irritable than him is Uncle Vernon.

Not surprisingly, after Uncle Vernon finally figured out that the man who had killed Harry's parents had returned, and that the Dementors who had just appeared to attack his precious son were chasing Harry, he immediately decided to kick Harry out of the house.

Uncle Vernon reacted to Harry's surprise, but what really surprised him was that they soon received another letter from an owl, a roaring letter, and it was addressed to Aunt Penny.

After a long enough delay to open it, the red envelope burst into flames, and a terrible voice came from the burning letter that fell on the table, filling the entire kitchen, echoing in the limited space with only one sentence.

"Remember my last, Penny!"

Harry didn't understand what that meant, what did he remember at the end?

Also, Why did Aunt Penny have a connection with a wizard she didn't know about?

When Harry spoke of the Downlander, she was the first to understand what the name meant, as well as Azkaban and Dementors.

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

He couldn't tell why he felt it so strongly at the moment, he only knew that he was not alone in this house vaguely aware of what Voldemort's comeback meant......

Also to Harry's consternation was Aunt Penny's reaction, and upon hearing that, she quickly reverted to her usual lean, stern arrogance, and persuaded Uncle Vernon, who was a little embarrassed, to agree to let Harry stay here.

She ordered Harry to go back to sleep, and had been lying down since the night before.

Three times a day, Aunt Petunia stuffed food into his room through the small trapdoor that Uncle Vernon had installed three years earlier in the summer.

Every time Harry heard Aunt Penny's footsteps approaching, he wanted to ask her what was going on with that roaring letter.

But these questions were not so much for her as for the doorknob.

Aside from delivering food, the Dursleys never approached his bedroom.

Harry also felt that there was no point in staying with them, and that any more quarrel would not yield anything, and would probably only provoke himself into a rage, and he couldn't help but use magic in violation of the law, and make mistakes again and again.

Harry wrote a letter to Sirius, Aven, Ron, and Hermione, wondering what was going on and when he would be able to get out of here, and he sent Hedwig out, but he never replied, as in the past.

Harry sighed again and slumped heavily on the bed, preparing to sleep to paralyze himself.

This went on for three days, and sometimes Harry was so restless that he couldn't calm down and do anything at all.

He just paced around the bedroom, angry that all of them had let him endure here.

Sometimes he was completely listless, lying in bed or sitting in a chair for hours and hours, staring into the air with his eyes distracted, terrified at the thought of going to the Ministry of Magic for trial.

What if their verdict is against him?

What if he was really expelled and his wand was broken in two?

What will he do and where will he go?

He couldn't live with the Dursleys all day like he used to, because he now knew another world, one that was truly his. So, could he move to Sirius?

Moving in with his godfather, Sirius had already mentioned such a proposal more than once.

But he has a lot of things to do every summer vacation, accompanying Evan on adventures all over the world.

Harry wanted to follow, but they wouldn't take him with them.

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

Evan had previously explained to him that his mother had left behind a magic when she died, and that would continue to work as long as he spent some time with the Dursleys each year, protecting him from Voldemort until he reached adulthood.

This was the main reason why Harry was able to hold back and fly straight to Sirius without strapping his suitcase to a broomstick.

At the same time, Harry was angry with Dumbledore.

Dumbledore refused to tell him anything, his attitude was obviously cold, and in the last part of the last semester, he tried to talk to Dumbledore and was denied, obviously he did a lot of things to prove that he was trustworthy, even if not as strong as Evan, but still much better than Ron, Hermione, and others.

On the fourth night after Hedwig's departure, Harry was in a state of listlessness.

He lay on the bed, his eyes staring at the ceiling, his tired brain almost blank.

At that moment, Uncle Vernon walked into his bedroom.

Harry slowly turned his face to look at him, and Uncle Vernon looked triumphant in his best suit.

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

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"We, that is, your aunt, Dudley, and I'm going out. ”

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

"You are not allowed to go out of your room while we are away. ”

"Okay. ”

"Don't touch the TV, touch the stereo, touch anything of us. ”

"Okay. ”

"Also, don't steal from the fridge. ”

"No problem. Harry said 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, with heavy steps, he walked out of the room and closed the door with his hand.

Harry heard the key turn in the keyhole, and heard Uncle Vernon's footsteps smack downstairs. A few minutes later, he heard the door slamming shut, the engine rumbling, and the unmistakable sound of a car exiting the driveway.

Harry had no particular feelings about the Dursleys' departure, and he was the only one left in the house.

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

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

The empty house creaked and the water in the pipes gurgled and flowed.

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

He forced himself to sleep, and that's how he spent his days.

Then, he heard footsteps coming from outside in the hallway, and someone had come in.

The Dursleys couldn't have come back so soon, and he hadn't heard their car drive back.

Harry sat up and grabbed the wand on the bedside table, a thief or Voldemort's minions?!

The next second, the lock clicked, and the bedroom door slammed open, and Harry jumped in fright.

In the darkness, he saw a familiar figure walk in, it was Aven!