Turning a corner from the cold streets of Privet Road, Harry came to Magnolia Crescent Street, and halfway down the street, he passed the narrow alley next to the garage where he had first seen his godfather.

Thinking of Sirius, Harry's mood became irritable again, he hadn't heard from Sirius for a long time, and since leaving Hogwarts, he seemed to be cut off from the entire wizarding world, and this alienation had become more and more severe in the last difficult days.

What are Hermione and Ron doing? Harry couldn't stop thinking every day and night that they might be at Ron's parents' house, maybe they might be having fun at the Burrow, or maybe they might be on some top-secret mission by Dumbledore, and they might be stuck in Privet Road.

Harry couldn't take it anymore, he was so angry, even though he didn't know if he was angry with Hermione Ron, Sirius, or Dumbledore, he was in a terrible mood.

It's as if people have forgotten Harry's exploits, he protected the Philosopher's Stone from Voldemort when he was in his first year, and he proved how good he is at handling things, has everyone forgotten all this? Didn't he enter the cemetery and see the whole thing happen with his own eyes, and see with his own eyes that the Dark Lord came back to life?

Harry let out a long sigh, but it didn't help the depression in his chest, and he said to himself, don't think about it! He had warned himself countless times since the summer vacation that it was bad enough to have nightmares at night, and it would be even more unbearable to think about it when he was awake.

Harry thought so, forcing himself not to think about the annoying things, as he walked through Magnolia Crescent Street, turned into Magnolia Road, and walked towards the playground that was getting darker, but before that, he couldn't help but kick a shriveled can at his feet.

The jar was kicked into a family's flower bed with a "bang", Harry didn't care, his mind was full of anger, yes, at least he blocked you/huo, didn't simply tie the box to the broomstick and fly straight to the Burrow, in fact he could have done so.

And he didn't do it, let himself behave so well, trapped in the privet road for so long, just to hope that Dumbledore could see his good performance, and was willing to share even a little bit of information with him, or reveal a little bit about what Voldemort had done, nothing more.

However, he never waited for such news, and among the few letters Sirius sent him, he only told him not to be reckless, Ron sent a few letters, and the words flickered, and Hermione did not hear at all, not knowing what he was busy with, which made him feel so frustrated and angry.

Harry, puffing up, didn't notice that whispers were coming from the flower bed where the can had been smashed

"Is that him? This boy? ”

The hoarse voice sounded like a poisonous snake spitting out letters, but in fact it was a pit viper entrenched in the flowers, its tail curled upside down and gently rubbed on the snake's head, which had just been smashed on the head of the can.

"yes, don't you feel it?"

In an alternative scene, beside the pit viper, a bouncing chaffinch, with a pale blue head and greenish-brown feathers on its face and chest, is rare when the prey and the hunter stay together, but it is clear that neither of these two beasts are ordinary beasts.

"What to feel"

"The Power of Love!" "What a powerful love, Helmao, I said your understanding of magic is too one-sided, so you don't see this power. ”

"So what—" The pit viper's muffled voice seemed to come from his chest, "follow along, and don't lose it now that he's sure he's the 'key' we're looking for." ”

"What's the hurry?" The bird's voice sounded pleasant and beautiful, it was a female voice, "Didn't you see the wizard who followed him all along?" ”

"I mean, I'm going to deal with the guy in the back." The pit viper, apparently impatient, slid its body and twisted out of the flower bed, and in the blink of an eye it scurried into the grass on the side of the street, along the muddy ground of the tide, on the silent magnolia path.

"Hey, I say, Helmo, you guy—" The blue-headed chaffinch jumped out of the flower bed, pinching her throat and telling in a very small voice, "You know our purpose, don't do anything out of line—"

"Got it."

The pit viper vanished in the blink of an eye, and the chaffinch, stomping its slender claws, flapping its wings twice, chased Harry's back, and flew towards the amusement park.

The door to the playground was locked, and Harry leaped over it, stepping on the dry grass, the playground was as empty as the streets around it, and it was one of the rare places where he could usually get some alone space.

When he came to the place where the swing was, he found a swing that had not yet had time to be destroyed by Dali and his friends, and sat on it, holding the chain in one arm and staring at the ground with a melancholy gaze.

He didn't want to spend any more days in the Dursleys' flower beds, spending a meaningless, chaotic summer vacation, isolated from another world he knew and truly loved, his scars still hurting, stinging like pins and needles, uncomfortable, but he knew that no one would be interested in it anymore.

In the past, the pain of his scars was a sign that Voldemort's power was getting stronger, but now that Voldemort has returned, there is nothing to worry about...... It's not news anymore.

The sting of the scar was no longer a concern, and Harry certainly wouldn't say that every night he'd been in a state of chaos lately, he would dream of a long, dimly lit hallway, each ending in a dead end or a locked door.

These dreams had made him uneasy, and had burdened him, causing Harry to have such beastly emotions when he was awake.

"Okay, now I'm alone, a real one-"

Harry muttered, kicking the stones on the ground, kicking up dirty dust, and the old swing swayed and swayed with a harsh grinding sound.

It was so unfair, the resentment in Harry's heart kept piling up, he really wanted to shout out loud, obviously he saw Voldemort come back with his own eyes, obviously he had fought Voldemort again and again, he did everything well, but what was the reward he received?

Trapped in Little Whinging for four weeks and completely losing all contact with the wizarding world, he was going crazy.

"Ahh He flailed his fist angrily and slammed it on the cold and hard swing board, and the old swing swayed again, accompanied by an unpleasant "squeak" sound.

"Dili-" Harry was awakened from his anger and depression by a crisp chirp, and he could see clearly that a beautiful little bird had fallen on the swing bench.

The pale-headed chaffinch, Harry happened to know this bird, in the Little Whinging district and even in the whole of England, they were everywhere, nesting in flowers and fields, eating grass seeds, tree seeds, fruits or small insects, and seeing this bird, Harry was inexplicably better.

"Oh, you're alone—" he muttered to himself, not expecting the finch to understand him, but perhaps the bird was the only one he could complain about, unless Harry was willing to talk to a cold stone.

Night fell imperceptibly, a sultry and soft night arrived, the air was filled with the smell of hot hay, and only the muffled sound of cars could be heard on the road outside the railing of the playground.

Harry didn't know how long he had been sitting on the swing, but the sound of someone else interrupting his self-talk to the finch beside him.

Looking up, the street lamps in the surrounding streets cast a hazy shadow, and he could see a group of people walking through the playground, one of them humming a vulgar song loudly, and the others laughing.

Harry knew who those men were, and the one who started was undoubtedly his cousin Dudley? Dursley, accompanied by his fox friends, was walking towards home.

Dudley was as tall as ever, and had recently become the Southeast's junior heavyweight intercollegiate boxing champion, what Uncle Vernon called a "noble sport" that made Dudley even more intimidating, and while Harry had long since lost the slightest fear of his cousin, he thought that Dudley's punches were getting harder and more accurate, and it was not something to celebrate.

Harry watched the black figures walk across the meadow, thinking to himself who they had beaten up again tonight, and he saw a few men giggling and laughing as if something funny had happened.

Come on...... Back...... Look...... I'm sitting here by myself...... Let's try it out.

Harry would be glad to vent his anger on the boys who had made his life hell, he was not afraid of them coming at him, he was prepared—he had a wand in his hand.

But they didn't look back, they didn't see Harry, they were almost to the railing, maybe the night was hiding Harry's form, and he resisted the urge to call them back...... It may be unwise to find someone to fight...... He must never use magic...... Failure to do so risks expulsion from school.

"Save Me ......"

There was a hallucinatory sound in the wind, and Harry seemed to hear someone shouting for help to him, and the wand in his hand tightened suddenly, and then Dali and his friends remembered the unbridled laughter

"Oh my God, Brother D, look-"

"Let's cut off its head, I heard...... Headless......"

The others coaxed together, and Harry couldn't hold back any longer, he was sure that he had heard some cry for help, and he got up from the swing, and the blue-headed chaffinch actually flew up and jumped on Harry's shoulder, which made him feel a little comforted in his heart, this wild finch was so affectionate.

"Hey, Brother D-" he shouted sarcastically, and the dark figures stopped, as if looking this way, and Harry seemed to see Dudley's body freeze.

He stepped on the hay and stepped out of the shadow of the swing, and the whole person slowly appeared in the light of the faint light emitted by the street lamp, and the boys who followed Dudley had strange and surprised expressions on their faces, they were not familiar with Harry, and occasionally a few were impressed, and they were not too afraid to confirm it.

Their parents had warned them to stay away from the "Potter Kid", a petty rascal who was being disciplined at the St. Brutus Incorrigible Juvenile Correctional Center.

How? Is he back from St Brutus this summer?

"Oh," Dudley muttered as he saw Harry, "it's you." ”

Harry also saw what was in the middle of the crowd, it was a long wooden stick, like a pole, with a black pit viper coiled around it, but this snake was stuck by Dudley's friend with another forked stick, seven inches away, unable to move, it seemed that it was the snake's head that they had just said they were going to cut off.

These guys can't help but be bold, and they always come up with tricks that make Harry boring and cruel.

For a moment, Harry even thought that maybe Voldemort's idea of clearing Muggles was not wrong, and that it would be better for Muggles like his cousin and his friends to disappear.

But it was only a momentary thought, and Harry himself didn't even react, let alone the thought of grabbing /zhu, and just then, he heard a hoarse cry for help

"Help me—"

Harry? Potter looked down in surprise, the pit viper's bright yellow eyes staring at him deadly, and the previous cry for help was undoubtedly from the snake.

By the way, I'm a parseltongue.

I don't know what kind of mentality, Harry thought of this, he was a parseltongue, like Slytherin and Voldemort, and for a long time, he was extremely tired of his special talent, and because of it, he was a little discriminated against, so that on weekdays, he didn't think that he still had such a hand.

"How did you get caught by them?" Harry suddenly became interested, or perhaps just wanted to scare Dudley and his friends, and he spoke to the pit viper, but it sounded to the others as if Harry was learning snakes, sticking out his tongue and making a strange "hiss" sound.

Dudley's face turned green, and the others looked at Harry in strange light

"You know him? Brother D? ”

Dudley's neck seemed to be strangled and he couldn't make a sound, the muscles on his teeth twitched, and he pondered for a long time before he could spit out

"What do you want?"

Harry interrupted the conversation with the pit viper, and he decided to save the snake, whether it was to add a little fun to his boring summer vacation or to add a little trouble to Dudley and his party.

"I want you to release the snake." Harry grinned and took a step forward, standing directly across from his cousin.

"What did you say?"

"Beat this kid, Brother D!"

Dudley didn't speak, his two ham-thick hands clenched into fists, he was desperately trying to restrain himself from beating Harry, it seemed to take all his self-control.