Showers hit the streets of London, rainwater spread across Trafalgarh Square, and when drops of water ran down Admiral Horatio? When the brim of Nelson's memorial bronze statue drops downward, people are hurrying past with umbrellas.

The sound of the rushing water, shuttling through the roadside and eaves of the street corner, seemed to be an invisible phantom, and like a mist in the sky, rushing down Charing Cross to Westminster.

The whole city of London was shrouded in clouds and rain, and people seemed to be accustomed to this kind of life, holding umbrellas in the streets, the moisture of the tide invading the houses, and the fire burning, barely dispelling a trace of cold.

The planks of the attic seemed to have been washed, and Harry was lying on it, his pants were wet, and he was curled up in a corner, with his back against several large boxes to cover his figure, and it was in a good location, next to the small round window of the attic, just enough to see the outside.

Judging by the cobwebs everywhere, the Muggles who lived here hadn't used their attic for a long time, so it was a temporary hiding place for Harry, Harry didn't like spiders as much as Ron, but he didn't like them either, but fortunately, no spider dared to appear since he and Poole came here, and he vaguely remembered that snakes seemed to be spiders' natural predators, just as Aragog in the Forbidden Forest was afraid of basilisks.

Harry was hugging the double/tui, his head was about to reach the ceiling, and the rhythmic sound of raindrops hitting the roof was "da, da," and the sound of raindrops was clear and bright, although he had not been wet by the rain, but the rain seemed to have fallen into Harry's heart, and the experience of escaping from the Dursley's house still made him feel unreal until now.

Fired from Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic must still be hunting him down, the staff they sent were knocked unconscious by themselves, don't think about it, if they caught him, Harry would not escape punishment, would they break his wand? And then give him an amnesia spell to make him forget all the memories of that magical world so far?

Harry cowered, he wouldn't allow anything like this to happen, but what could he do?

Ron and Hermione would return to Hogwarts in a month to continue their fifth-year studies, competing in Quidditch matches, cheering on Gryffindor, completing the homework of Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick, Hagrid didn't know what new creatures would come to life, and even Snape's nasty face became nostalgic at this point.

Harry knew that these were moving away from him, and Dumbledore's figure flashed in his mind, but soon he shook his head again, dispelling the smiling old man from his mind, Dumbledore probably gave up on him a long time ago, and ignored himself for so long, rather than trust Dumbledore Harry preferred to believe in his godfather.

Sirius, the thought of the name made the sorrow in Harry's eyes even stronger, where should he go to find him, although from the few words they communicated during the summer vacation, they could understand that he had come to London, but London was so big and had so many houses, which one of them did he live in?

Harry didn't dare to use magic, he was afraid that he would be tracked down by the Ministry of Magic, even the attic where he was hiding now was sneaking in without anyone noticing, not to mention that he had never forgotten that Voldemort had returned, and maybe the Death Eaters were also hunting him down now.

"Bang-" There was a soft sound and a puff of smoke rose from the attic, and Harry reached into his arms and clenched his wand, and then the cover of the attic was lifted, and a dark shadow came up from below.

"Is that you—Poole—" Harry asked softly, lowering his voice.

"Don't worry, it's me."

To the average person, it may sound like a few "hissing" sounds of a poisonous snake, but Harry understands the language, he is a parseltongue, and for the first time in his life, Harry discovered the power of his talent after five years of exposure to the wizarding world.

"Muggles are out, come and eat, they're really good at making these things-" Pit Viper Poole curled two plates around his tail, Harry sometimes admired the incredible maneuver he could do, and thanks to it, Harry hadn't starved to death in the past few days.

He sprang out from behind the box and lay on the floor of the attic, and hurriedly took the plate that the pit viper had handed over by his tail, and in it was a cold pie, but Harry didn't dislike it at all, grabbed it, and devoured it, the last time he ate was yesterday morning, a whole day and a night had passed, and it was noon the next day, and Harry doubted that he would be able to eat a cow if he let it go now.

"It would be much easier if you could use magic—"

"Hmm...... Hmm...... Will be the Ministry of Law, the husband is now ...... (No, it will be discovered by the Ministry of Magic.) Harry's mouth was filled with pies, and the pit viper swallowed a whole piece of chicken thigh from another plate, coiled it into a roll, and watched Harry in silence.

"How are you going to find that godfather of yours?"

Harry's hand slowed down a beat, gently put down the pie, sat down dejectedly, leaned back on the large box, and there was another burst of dust, the rain outside the window drenched / the small round window, the occasional car passing on the street turned into a phantom, flashing through the small round frame-like window, Harry looked out of the field depressedly, his mouth chewing unconsciously.

yes, what is he going to do next, no one to tell him, no one to guide him, the huge London seems to be left alone, maybe, maybe Poole, Harry thought sullenly, he didn't even dare to think about Ron and Hermione, if he compared himself to their situation, Harry didn't dare to guarantee that he could control his mind and not collapse.

He didn't understand why all the bad things had to happen to him, and maybe it would be better to be captured by Voldemort than to live like a rat like he was now.

"I think of a place,"

Harry slid a few times to the attic window with his hands propped up, and leaned in, the garage door opened downstairs, it was the Muggles who lived here who had returned, and Harry even heard the shouts of the house's mistress as soon as he entered

"Hell, Dennis—"

Harry rubbed the dirt on the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and the cold pie went down his stomach, but it unexpectedly warmed his stomach, and Harry muttered as he looked out the window at the drizzle

"Maybe it will help a little ......"

"Where?" As if he was tired, Poole swept the two plates aside with his tail, and sat comfortably on the floor of the attic tide/shi, coiled in a ball, and asked lazily:

"Can you use magic? Or find your godfather? ”

"I'm not sure," Harry pulled his round-rimmed glasses out of some dark corner, wiped them back on the bridge of his nose, and the world suddenly became clear

"But it's better than keeping hiding here......"

"Oh? Where is it? ”

"Diagon Alley—" Harry paused uncertainly, then added, "Or—Tumbledown Alley......"

Harry felt that he couldn't stay here any longer, he was now like a blind man, his eyes were dark about what was going on outside, was the Ministry of Magic already looking for him? Has Hogwarts expelled itself? He hadn't even read a daily Prophet newspaper in days.

He needs to get out there, and at least regain some useful information anyway.

If Harry had learned anything in the past few days, it was that the only thing he could really rely on was himself, and he had waited for Sirius, or Ron Hermione, or even Dumbledore, to appear in front of him on the most helpless night, and at least to take himself back to the Burrow, or their home.

But he didn't wait for a response, and in the end, under the leadership of Poole, sneaked into the Muggle home, so that he didn't have to drag a rotten broom in the rain on the streets of London in heavy rain.

"When Hedwig comes back tonight, we'll go."

Harry turned his head to look at the empty birdcage behind the large box on the other side, Hedwig had been let out by him a long time ago, at least the owl could still catch some mice and stuff to eat on its own, and then he might only be hungry.

It had rained all day, and Harry was sitting in the small attic, feeling like his mind was blank, unlike when he was nervous and unable to think because of panic at first, now he just didn't know what to think, like after a long journey, he might just want to rest and not think about anything else.

The attic was not soundproof, he could hear the footsteps of the Muggles walking downstairs, the male and female bedrooms were on the second floor, Harry had been listening to them complain about work, about life, and even about each other, and today, they were complaining about the vanished pies, the drumsticks, and the plates.

"I bet a thief has been here!" The hostess's voice was menacing, and it was obvious that she had lost her food three or four times, which made her angry.

"Forget it, what thief would steal only food and plates?" The man's voice came faintly, and he didn't sound like he was taking it seriously, "It must be Bruno who got up quietly in the middle of the night to steal it." ”

"I asked Bruno and Roy, you know, our son can't lie, and oh my God, they're only three years old, and it's hard work for them to open the fridge door."

"Peace of mind...... There wasn't even a footprint at home......"

"Maybe we should do a thorough investigation, I can't even sleep well at the thought of a thief hiding here—"

"Please, our family, how can we hide others-"

Harry felt his heart rise to his throat, and subconsciously clenched the wand in his arms, his palms soaking wet as if it were the weather outside.

"Loft ——!" The hostess's voice was visibly muffled, but she probably didn't know how close her bedroom was to the attic

"In the attic—we haven't used it in a long time—"

"Please, there's no place to hide a thief, unless the non-existent thief is some critter or child......"

Harry closed his eyes and prayed in his heart, don't come up—don't come up—I don't want to hurt you—don't come up—please—

However, the hostess apparently figured something out, "No, we have to see, it's too dangerous to imagine, if anyone hides in my house-"

Poole turned slowly, and the pit viper slowly slid towards the small cover of the attic, and Harry gently pulled out his wand.

"Okay baby-I'll go see it tomorrow, tomorrow-okay——?"

"Eh-you don't-eh, okay-then you're going to check it out tomorrow, I really can't sleep-"

"Okay, okay, got it—"

Then there was a loud sound that made Harry's face blush and his ears hot, but he breathed a sigh of surprise and took the wand back into his arms, where he didn't need it anymore, but it was clear that he couldn't stay any longer.

The night fell silently, it was still raining outside the window, Hedwig pecked the small round window of the attic with her mouth, the Muggle family was eating downstairs, Harry carefully opened the window and let Hedwig in, after a few days, the white snowy owl not only did not lose weight, but gained a little weight, it seems that there are still a lot of rats in London.

Harry carefully wiped Hedwig's feathers with his own clothes, and patiently coaxed it into the birdcage, and everything was ready, and it seemed as if he was about to leave the place again.

Harry shook it and wrapped it around his head like a hood, and although it looked undescriptive, the black cloth that stretched out to cover his face was able to cover his face.

Grabbing the fire bolt that had been in the corner for a long time, and the black suitcase tied to it was also dragged over, Harry crawled slowly forward in the low / xiao/ loft with his waist bent.

"I'll lure them away first—" Poole said hoarsely, and then lifted the attic cover with his tail, sliding down the illuminated exit, Harry heard

With a "bang", knowing that it was Poole who had fallen, he was a little worried about what to do if he was discovered by this Muggle, what to do if he attracted the staff of the Ministry of Magic again, and what if Poole was captured by them.

Just as Harry was thinking about what to expect, there was an exclamation from downstairs, and Harry heard the screams of women and children

"Oh my God, there are snakes! Quick, pick up Bruno——! ”

Then there was a flurry of chickens and dogs, women's voices, and men's roars, "Get into the living room—get into the drawing-room—"

Harry, holding Hedwig's cage in his left hand and a firebolt in his right, poked his feet out of the hole in the attic, which was not far from the ground, and the screaming downstairs was the best cover, and he jumped down with a "bang", but apparently unnoticed by the panicked Muggles below.

At the end of the second floor was a window big enough for him to get out, Harry ran over and opened the window, it was still drizzling outside, there were few pedestrians on the street, several houses were lit up, Harry straddled the fire bolts, his mood was a little inexplicable, he was a little confused, was this the free life he wanted? Leaving the Dursleys, like a rat crossing the street—

There was a moment when there were no pedestrians on the street, and Harry could not think about it, his feet kicked on the floor of the second floor, and the fire bolts burst out of the window, and the cold wind and cold rain fell on Harry's face at once, and he closed his eyes and went around the sky, and flew back to the backyard of the house under the cover of night, where Poole was waiting for him.