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"I finally understand how you feel, Hedwig."

Hedwig, on the side, flapped her wings in the cage, unable to tell whether she was happy or sympathetic.

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Harry was devastated and frustrated.

He thinks he's committed a big bogey—Casto told him a curse, but he's going to be skeptical.

He remembered the time when he said goodbye at the train station.

"Oh, I'll be happy." A big smile spread across Harry's face, "They don't know we can't use magic at home, I'm going to have fun with Dudley this summer......."

This curse is called the Flag.

Now he has been punished.

For the first two weeks after returning home, Harry liked to pretend to have words in his mouth, and then watch Dudley desperately move his two fat legs and run out of the house as quickly as possible.

This made him happy until he realized that his friend had not been in contact with him at all—not a single letter.

Hedwig was locked in a cage by Uncle Vernon, and he didn't dare to use magic to open the lock.

That would have given him a warning - or even dropped out of school.

And yesterday, July 31, his birthday, Harry learned the truth.

A house-elf named Dobby intercepts the letters.

Dobby warns him not to return to Hogwarts.

Dobby seems to think that Harry. Potter thought his friends had forgotten about him and that he might not want to go back to school.

But it didn't work, so it went the other way.

"Harry. Potter must promise not to go back to school, or else—"

It threatens him.

They were in the kitchen. In the dining room, the Masons and the Dursleys were chatting happily. Uncle Vernon apparently wanted to take the opportunity to take a large order for a rig – so they could buy a villa in Machoka.

"Dobby...... Please......" he struggled to persuade the elf, "I have three good friends, at school!" One took a year to enroll! You're going to let me hide at home and let them go on adventures? ”

Harry didn't think he could make a compromise. At the end of last year, he bravely faced his enemies, successfully obtained the Philosopher's Stone, and stopped a series of plots - but it was Casto who kept Voldemort at bay for him.

Much to Harry's chagrin, who was protected by his friends.

Dobby gave him a sad look.

"That's all Dobby's can do, sir, it's for Harry's sake. Potter good. ”

It caused the pile of things that was floating under the ceiling to fall.

The pudding plate slammed to the ground with a thud, and Harry felt his heart stop. The plates shattered, and the cream splattered all over the walls and windows. With a loud crackling sound like a whip, Dobby was gone.

Then an owl flew in a whirlwind through the diner's window, dropped a letter on Mrs. Mason, who was already frightened, and flew away in a whirlwind.

Unfortunately, she is terrified of all kinds of birds, large and small.

Apparently, Uncle Vernon's business blew up.

Unfortunately, he also realizes from the Ministry of Magic's warning letter that Harry can't use magic outside of school.

Harry was locked up in his bedroom. The next day, today, Uncle Vernon found someone to put iron bars on Harry's window. He personally installed a trapdoor on the bedroom door and brought a little food in three times a day. They let Harry come out to the bathroom every morning and evening, and locked him in the house the rest of the time.

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Harry took on the ravages of the day.

He sat in front of the window, staring blankly at the iron bars on the window.

Outside the window, night has come.

He's going to be locked up like this forever, because he can't escape with magic - he's going to be expelled.

If you're expelled from Hogwarts, what's the point of using magic to escape?

Maybe he could try to live in Ron's house and learn from Mrs. Weasley, like Castor?

Harry had just come up with the idea when he heard Hedwig cry out happily.

He hadn't heard Hedwig scream like that in a long time - she hadn't left the cage since the summer holidays.

Harry froze, realizing a white shadow in front of the window. Its claws clutched a piece of brown paper, pecking impatiently at the iron bar in front of the window.

This is a pure white eagle.

But it wasn't very big, about the same as his own Hedwig - but Harry didn't know that other birds could deliver messages besides owls.

It looked tired, its golden pupils revealing an eager gaze.

It seemed tempted to get the letter in and take a break.

"I can't remove the bars." Harry could only open the window and hold out his hand, "Give me the letter first." ”

The White Eagle gripped the letter tightly and stared at Harry with a disdainful gaze.

It was the second time Harry had been stared at like this. The first time was from Hedwig - Aunt Petunia brought a bowl of hot canned soup through the hole in the trapdoor, and he poured all the vegetables at the bottom of the bowl into her empty plate. Hedwig cocked up her feathers and looked at him with disdain.

"Really!" Harry said eagerly, almost yelling, "I need that letter!" I can't help it! You can't blame me for that! ”

White Eagle stared at Harry with distrust.

Golden and emerald green eyes stared at each other.

But Harry didn't back down. Although he knew that he was a pet in front of him, he was looked at with disdain by two pets in a row, which challenged his self-esteem.

White Eagle nodded to him helplessly.

It stood on a narrow windowsill, leaning sideways, tentatively reaching one of its wings into the gap between the iron bars.

It slowly squeezed through until half of its body had reached in.

Then it stuck.

Harry and Hedwig watched with interest as the white eagle let out an angry cry - its neck was sideways, its head tilted, staring at the man and the bird in the room, flapping its wings.

Harry hurried to help it - for the threatening look in its eagle eyes and its claws were about to release - to let the paper fall out of the window.

Harry gently wrapped his hand around the White Eagle's body—which he felt soft—and removed it from the window.

"Can you give me the letter now?" Harry asked tentatively.

White Eagle tilted his head and thought for a moment, then nodded a little reluctantly, and placed the letter in Harry's hand.

It flew to Harry's bed and rolled on, letting out a comfortable cry.

Looks like it's exhausted.

Harry opened the folded piece of parchment.

"Hello Harry, happy birthday - I'm sorry I was locked up in the lab by my teacher and almost forgot your birthday. But I don't have any owls here, so I'll have to fill up with Fiona - she's a road idiot, I'm afraid it won't be until the next day when I'm sent to you—"

Harry glanced strangely at the white eagle, who was still rolling on her bed.

He went on.

"Your birthday present won't be given to you until we meet. A dagger that you can use to defend yourself, and more importantly - it can help you cut through those herbs neatly in Potions class - I hear you complain enough. ”

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He thought he didn't have a single gift for himself this year.

"I don't think your life at the Dursleys will be any worse—"

Harry sighed plaintively.

When Dumbledore came to pick up Harry last summer, Uncle Vernon wasn't there.

So, his fear of magic was defeated by hatred. And Aunt Penny, who was a little remorseful at the time, was not in a position to let Harry go - his husband was the only one in the Dursleys who was making money.

Moreover, Casto did not accompany him during the summer vacation - he wanted to learn alchemy and cut off contact.

This made Uncle Vernon even more unscrupulous.

"I don't know if you're already in the Burrow, but I'm about to leave - my class is coming to an end, goodbye - Casto"

Harry lay on the floor all at once.

for there was a bird lying on his bed.

"The Burrow," Harry muttered, "I don't know when Ron will react." ”

He didn't have much hope, because Ron was just as sluggish except when he was playing chess—Hermione had what she said.

He fell asleep in a daze and forgot to reply.

Suddenly, there was a rattling sound that shook his nerves.

He woke up and saw the moonlight shining through the window grille, and someone staring at him through the iron fence.

"You're finally coming to pick me up." Harry sat up, his eyebrows furrowed, but his tone was cheerful.

But behind Ron, he also saw a small figure.

A red-haired girl.