It didn't happen as Harry had expected, and Aunt Penny's screams almost didn't pierce Harry's eardrums, and Dudley got out from under his arm just in time to be helped through the door by Aunt Penny, while Harry was roughly dragged in by his own uncle.

"What's the matter, what's wrong with my son!" Uncle Vernon's eyes widened, and he looked like he was going to eat Harry alive.

"Dada, Dada, what's wrong with you? Look at him, Vernon, look at him-"

Dudley's face turned blue and he shook in place for a moment, then opened his mouth...... Wow, all spitting on the floor.

"Oh my God, he's sick! What's the matter, how are you covered in dirt, dear? Have you been lying on the ground? ”

"Wait—son, you weren't beaten, were you?"

This was followed by a scream from Aunt Penny

"Call the police, Vernon! Call the police! Dada, my dear, talk to Mom! What did they do to you! ”

In the midst of the chaos, Harry stood far away at the bottom of the stairs, a hoarse laugh coming from his clothes

"Haha...... Hiss...... This is your family...... I haven't seen it in a long time...... Such a stupid human being......"

Harry watched the Dursleys noisily walk through the living room to the kitchen, muttering something to the point of non-committal ridicule of Poole, who often felt that the Dursleys might be the most hated Muggles in the world, but he would never jump to conclusions so easily, but now that no one was paying attention to him, it was exactly what he wanted.

Harry tiptoed past the railing and headed for the stairs.

"Who did this, son? Tell us their names and we'll catch them, don't worry. ”

"Shhhh He's about to speak, Vernon! What's going on? Dada? Tell Mom! ”

Harry's feet had barely stepped up the first staircase when Dudley finally spoke.

"It's him—"

Harry froze, one foot on the stairs, and turned his face to look at Dudley, who knows how hard it took him to escape from the Dementors, no one knows!

Despite not expecting anything from his cousin's character, Harry felt angry and aggrieved, and Aunt Vernon glared at Harry as if he was about to explode

"Boy! Come over to me! ”

Harry felt an inexplicable sense of anger and fear in his heart, and he couldn't help but touch the wand in his trouser pocket, slowly pulled his foot down the stairs, and turned to walk towards the Dursleys.

In contrast to the night outside the window, the kitchen in the room was spotlessly clean, bright and unreal, Dudley sat in a chair, his face was blue and sickly, Aunt Penny was carefully wiping her son's forehead with sweat, and Aunt Vernon was standing in front of the drop board, narrowing a pair of small eyes and staring at Harry viciously.

"What did you do to my son?" He roared menacingly.

"Nothing was done." Harry's answer was a little weak, he was exhausted, whether it was dealing with the Dementors, his sullen and painful emotions, or even carrying his heavy pig-like cousin home alone.

But now, standing here after saving Dudley, being reprimanded by his uncle, Harry never expected to be grateful to the Dursleys, and even if he did, he just wished that they would ignore him.

"What did he do to you, son?" Aunt Penny asked in a trembling voice as she wiped the dirt from Dudley's leather jacket with a wet sponge:

"Is it—is that the thing, dear? He used - his dick? ”

Dudley nodded slowly and tremblingly, as if at the touch of a switch, Aunt Penny let out a trumpet, and Aunt Vernon threw two fists in a rage

"I didn't, I didn't do anything to him-" Harry said eagerly, "it was then-"

Just then, a long-eared owl suddenly flew into the kitchen, grazing the top of Aunt Vernon's head, flying lightly from the other end of the kitchen, dropping a large parchment envelope in its mouth at Harry's feet, and then turning gracefully, the tips of its wings sweeping over the top of the refrigerator, flew out with a whoosh, and disappeared over the garden.

"Owl!" Uncle Vernon yelled angrily, and he slammed the kitchen window shut, and the veins in his temples that often burst out were pounding again, "It's an owl again!" No more owls are allowed in my house. ”

Harry had bent down to pick up the letter, ripped open the envelope, and pulled the letter inside, his heart pounding, almost reaching his throat, only to see it written

Dear Mr. Potter,

We have received information that you used the Slug Charm and the Patronus Charm at 9:05 and 9:32 tonight in a Muggle settlement.

This is a serious violation of the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards Act, and as a result, you have been expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the Ministry of Magic will soon send a representative to your residence to destroy your wand.

In light of the fact that you have previously received a formal warning for violating Article 13 of the International Confederation of Wizards' Secrecy Act, we regret to inform you that you must appear at the Ministry of Magic for trial at 9 a.m. on August 12.

I hope you take care

You are faithful

Mafalda? Hopkirk

The Ministry of Magic prohibits the misuse of magical offices

Hallimon stared at the letter in his hand, his mind cold and blank, a fact that pierced his consciousness like a paralyzing dart - he had been expelled from Hogwarts, it was all over, and he could never go back.

"Oh? You seem to be in trouble, young wizard? ”

Poole somehow saw the contents of the letter in the hole in the sleeve of his shirt, or somewhere else, it was walking back and forth in Harry's clothes, and the cold, slippery touch couldn't pull Harry back from the haze.

He vaguely realized what Aunt Vernon and Aunt Penny were talking about, Harry looked up at them, Aunt Vernon's face turned the color of pig liver, he roared loudly, his fists still held high, and Aunt Penny put her arms around Dudley, who was retching and retching.

"They're going to destroy your wand? Oh, my God. It's terrible, you're going to lose the ability to cast spells forever-" Poole's voice reached Harry's ears through Uncle Vernon's roar, "Why don't you run yet, are you waiting for them to come and get you?" ”

Harry's momentarily numb mind seemed to slowly wake up, and his gaze glanced at the line on the letter again

"The Ministry of Magic will soon send a representative to your residence to destroy your wand."

Poole was right, he had to run away – without further ado.

Harry didn't know where he was going, but one thing was for sure, he couldn't do without his wand, both inside and outside of Hogwarts, and he couldn't accept that his wand would be destroyed.

In an almost half-asleep state, Harry drew his wand and turned to leave the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" Aunt Vernon exclaimed. Seeing that Harry didn't answer, he swooped over from the kitchen and blocked the door to the living room

"You're not done yet, boy!"

"Get out of the way," Harry whispered

"You have to stay here, and be honest about how my son will—"

"Aha, give him some color, Harry—" Poole writhed uneasily back and forth in Harry's clothes.

"Get out of the way—" Harry repeated again, raising his wand.

"You don't want to use it against me!" Aunt Vernon said viciously, "I know, you're not allowed to swing it out of your freak school called the Asylum!" ”

"The asylum has kicked me out!" Harry roared suddenly, he felt his heart pounding with rage, why, why did he have to suffer all this, from being trapped in the privet road, to the attack of the Dementors, was it all his fault? They're going to destroy their wands now? Should he just be restrained and let the Dementors give him a sweet kiss?

"Except for your weapons!"

There was a bang on the porch between the kitchen and the living room, and Aunt Petunia screamed, and the red light struck Aunt Vernon, and her tall burly body was thrown into the air, and then slammed against the wall, sliding down the wall like a slug, and curled up on the ground with her waist clutched.

"Oh my God, Vernon! Oh my god - you - what did you do! Aunt Penny's screams were about to lift the roof, and Harry looked at Aunt Vernon rolling on the ground like a worm, and felt a little revenge in his heart, he might have wanted to do it a long time ago, and from the day he knew how to cast spells, he knew that it was easy for him to do so.

As if a breath was coming out of his stomach, Harry rushed down the hallway, pushed the door open with all his might, and left the Dursleys in the living room and kitchen to continue the chaos as he scrambled out onto the empty Privet Road.

Many of the neighbors peeked their heads out of the windows, and the shouts of the Vernons obviously aroused their interest, but Harry didn't care, and he suddenly remembered that his box was still upstairs halfway through, so he turned back and took the box.

"Vernon - oh God! Vernon - ah- you little bastard - don't come here - get out of here - get out of here—"

Ignoring Aunt Penny's screams, Harry staggered up the stairs and into his room, where Hedwig was grabbing a dead mouse to eat and startled it by Harry's sudden intrusion.

"Sorry, Hedwig, to disturb your meal, but we need to get out of here-"

Pulling out his suitcase, Harry hurriedly stuffed books, binoculars, scales, and other things into the box, and then hurried the reluctant Hedwig into the cage, which was littered with scattered feathers and some droppings, and Hedwig "whined" unhappily.

"I'm sorry, we don't have much time, let's be wronged-"

Harry held Hedwig's cage in his left hand, then suddenly remembered something, and then lay on the ground, got under the bed, and dragged out an international standard broomstick from under the bed—it was his pride and joy, a gift from Sirius, a firebow arrow.

The thought of Sirius immediately darkened Harry's eyes, if the Godfather knew that he had caused such a catastrophe, would he blame himself...... No, he'd let himself go to him first to avoid the limelight.

Harry looked out the window at the night sky, but where Sirius was now.

"Who are you?"

Aunt Petunia screamed from downstairs, and although her screaming hadn't stopped since then, the sudden change in tone made Harry's heart wary!

"Oh my God, Vernon! What did you do to him—Vernon—"

There was another scream, Harry put down the chest and firebolts, hurriedly pulled his wand out of his trouser pocket, slowly flipped his feet against the wall, and bent down towards the stairs, Aunt Penny's screams were gone, and all he could hear was a few helpless whimpering from Dudley like a cat's meow.

"Forget it."

After the crisp shout, all the sounds in the kitchen and living room were gone, except for the clear footsteps of a man, the rhythmic "snap" of his heels on the floor, and Harry looked diagonally down from the gap in the stairs, a tall man in a black cloak and a bowler hat on his head, holding a wand as if looking for something.

Someone from the Ministry of Magic.

Harry's heart was in a cold sweat, and if the people downstairs were here to do something, Harry could give an accurate answer, and he couldn't think of any other reason than to destroy his wand.

What to do? The wand's palms were drenched in sweat, and Harry cautiously tried to turn back, thinking that this was the second floor, and that there might be a chance if he jumped out of the window to escape.

"What are you thinking? Kill him—" A hoarse snake whisper came from his chest, and Poole's whispered urging Harry to crouch down again as he half-erected.

"How else are you going to escape from another wizard? Don't be stupid - kill him, or knock him unconscious, do you want someone else to destroy your wand? ”

Poole's words seemed to speak to Harry's heart, he couldn't live without his wand, he couldn't lose his magic, he couldn't go back to the dark life he used to have, he couldn't let himself live without all of this.

"Just knock him out—" Harry said to himself in his heart, "I just want to get out of here, I just don't want my wand to be destroyed......"

Raising his wand and stealthily aiming at the still patrolling figure through the slit on the side, Harry whispered a incantation

"Passed out—"

The red light hit the man's body accurately, he shook it, and fell to the ground with a "bang", Harry looked at his hands incredulously, what did he do? He just attacked a wizard suspected of being a Ministry of Magic official?

His mind went blank, he was battling the Ministry of Magic, and was he going to end up in Azkaban? Why did he do all this?

Harry felt like his mind was so full of mud that he could barely think about it, how did he get to this point?

"Run, what are you waiting for?" Poole's voice woke Harry up.

Yes, now, run away, but—where are you going to flee?

To find Sirius, or to Dumbledore? Or fly to the Burrow?

But Mr. Arthur works at the Ministry of Magic, so won't he give himself over to the Ministry of Magic?

Harry had forgotten how he had left the Dursleys, how he had mounted a firebolt and taken to the skies, all he remembered was that it was a hot summer, and the wind in the dark night had become so biting that it had blown through his hair as if it were going to take his soul away.

Harry flew aimlessly into the night sky.