The hottest day of summer was finally coming to an end, and the big, boxy houses on Privet Road were shrouded in a drowsy silence. The bright cars www.biquge.info usually bright and bright are all parked in the driveway now, and the once verdant grass has turned yellow.

Due to that rare premature love this year, the watering hose has been banned. The inhabitants of Privet Road, whose usual pastimes were to clean their cars and mow the lawn, were unable to do either of these things, so they had to take refuge in their shady houses, and leave the windows wide open, hoping to blow in a cool breeze that did not exist. Only one person was still outside, a boy in his teens, who was lying flat in a flower bed outside No. 4 Privet Road.

He was a skinny boy, with black hair and glasses, and he looked a little weak and slightly sickly, as if he had jumped too quickly in a short period of time. His jeans were torn and dirty, his T-shirt was loose and faded, and the soles of his sneakers were separated from the uppers.

Harry Potter doesn't like his neighbors. Those of them believe that shabby and sloppy should be punished by law. But he hid behind a large bush of hydrangeas that evening, and no passers-by would see him. In fact, if his uncle Vernon or Aunt Penny poked their heads out of the living room window and looked straight into the flower beds below, they could still be seen.

Overall, Harry felt that he was glad he could think of hiding here. It may not be comfortable to lie on the hot, hard dirt, but on the other hand, no one here will glare at him so hard that he can't hear what is on the news, and no one will ask him annoying questions. Every time he tried to sit in the living room and watch TV with his aunt and uncle, they always disturbed him.

It was as if his thoughts had taken wings and flew into the open window, and Harry's uncle, Vernon Dursley, suddenly spoke.

"Thankfully, that kid finally didn't come to probe his brain. Uh, where the hell did he go? ”

"I don't know," said Aunt Petunia indifferently, "not at home anyway." ”

Uncle Vernon muttered discontentedly.

"Watch ......the news," he said meanly, "I would like to know what he is going to do." A normal boy, who cares about the news. Dudley doesn't know anything about current affairs, and I suspect he doesn't even know who the prime minister is! Hell, how can we have a ...... in the news that has anything to do with their kind of people?"

"Vernon!" Aunt Penny said, "The window is open!" ”

"Oh yes, I'm sorry, dear."

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley stopped talking. Harry listened to a short commercial for a nutritious breakfast of fruit bran as he watched Mrs. Figg, an eccentric old lady with many cats who lived on Wisteria Road not far from here, walk slowly. She frowned, words in her mouth. Harry thought to himself that he was glad he was hiding behind the bushes, for Mrs. Figg had recently come across Harry on the street and had invited him over for tea. She turned the corner and disappeared when Uncle Vernon's voice drifted out of the window again.

"Dada went out for tea?"

"Went to Poches's house." Aunt Penny said lovingly, "He's made so many friends, and everyone likes him so much......

Harry struggled to control himself so that he didn't snort through his nose. The Dursleys were surprisingly stupid in their treatment of their precious son, Dudley. Dudley made up a stupid lie every night during the summer that he was going to tea at someone's house of his fox friends, and they took it. Harry knew very well that Dudley hadn't gone anywhere for tea at all, and that he and his buddies were destroying public property at the playground every night, smoking cigarettes on street corners, and throwing stones at passing cars and children. Harry had seen them do this when he walked in Little Whitking at night. He spent most of the summer wandering the streets, picking up newspapers from garbage bins along the way and flipping through them.

After listening to the news for a while, and hearing nothing that pleased him, Harry prepared to leave.

He rolled over and got up from the ground, but as soon as he had climbed two inches, several things happened one after the other.

A loud, echoing pop, like a gunshot, pierced the sleepy silence; A cat jumped out from under a parked car and disappeared; There was a scream, a curse, and the sound of broken porcelain in the living room of the Dursleys.

Harry seemed to have been waiting for the signal, and he jerked to his feet, pulling a thin wooden wand from his jeans pocket like a sword—but before he could fully straighten up, his head hit the open window of the Dursleys. There was a thud, and Aunt Petunia screamed even louder.

Harry felt as if his head had been split in half, and tears welled up in his eyes. He shook his body and looked down the street, trying to make out his blurred vision to make out where the sound was coming from. But as soon as he could barely stand upright, two large fuchsia hands reached out of the open window and grabbed him by the throat.

"Put it away!" Uncle Vernon yelled into Harry's ear, "Hurry up! Don't let - people - see! ”

"Let go—let go—me!" Harry gasped.

They scuffled for a few seconds, and Harry used his left hand to break his uncle's sausage-thick fingers, his right hand still firmly holding the raised wand. Harry's already painful head was in a sharp and piercing pain, and Uncle Vernon let go of Harry with a scream, as if he had been electrocuted. It was as if an invisible force was surging inside his nephew, making it impossible for him to catch him.

Harry panted and threw himself into the hydrangeas, then straightened up and looked around. He couldn't tell where the bang was coming from, but there were a few faces poking out of the various windows around him. Harry quickly tucked his wand into his jeans and pretended nothing was wrong.

"What a charming night!" Uncle Vernon waved at Mrs. 7, who was staring out from behind the mesh curtain, and said loudly, "Did you hear the sound of the car firing back earlier?" It scared Penny and me a lot! ”

He had that ugly, crazy smile on his face until the curious neighbors disappeared from their various windows. His smile suddenly turned into a sinister scorn, and he motioned for Harry to return to him.

Harry took a few steps forward, carefully stopping in time to prevent Uncle Vernon's outstretched hands from grabbing his throat again.

"What the hell are you with, boy?" Uncle Vernon asked in a low, angry voice.

"I didn't do anything." Harry said coldly.

As he spoke, he kept looking up and down the street, still hoping to see who had made the bang.

"Make that noise, like a pistol fire, right outside our window—"

"I didn't make that sound." Harry said firmly.

At this moment, next to Uncle Vernon's fuchsia wide face, Aunt Penny's slender horse face appeared, and her face was pale.

"Then why did you sneak out under our windows?"

"Good question, Penny! Say, what the hell are you doing under the window of our house, boy? ”

Vernon smiled at his wife, then turned his head and glared at Harry.

"Listen to the news." Harry said

Aunt and Uncle exchanged glances angrily.

"Listening to the news?"

"yes, the news changes every day, you know." Harry said.

"Don't be clever with me, boy! I wonder what your idea is. Stop talking to me about listening to the news and stuff like that! You know in your heart that you are the kind of people ......"

"Watch out, Vernon!" Aunt Penny said nervously, so Uncle Vernon suddenly lowered his voice so low that Harry could barely hear what he was saying, "...... You people don't show up in our news! ”

"That's what you think." Harry said.

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley glared at him fiercely for a few seconds, and then Aunt Petunia said, "What a bad little liar you are." The ......," she lowered her voice abruptly, and Harry could only understand what she was saying by the movement of her lips, "...... Didn't the owl deliver a message to you? ”

"Aha!" Uncle Vernon whispered triumphantly, "Tell the truth, boy! It's as if we didn't know you could get all the news from those pesky birds! ”

Harry hesitated for a moment. There was a price to pay for telling the truth this time, although it was impossible for the aunt and uncle to know how sad he was when he admitted it.

"Owl ...... Don't send me messages anymore. He said dryly.

"I don't believe it." Aunt Penny said immediately.

"I don't believe it either." Uncle Vernon followed forcefully.

"We know you're going to do something out of the ordinary." Aunt Penny said.

"We're not fools, you know." Uncle Vernon said.

"Oh? That's news to me. Harry said that his anger had also risen, and before the Dursleys could call him back, he turned and ran over the grass in front of the door, and over the low wall of the garden, and strode out into the street.

He's in trouble, he knows. Later, he will have to face his aunt and uncle and pay the price for his rude words and deeds, but now he can't control that much. He had more pressing things on his mind.

Harry was certain that the explosion had been made by someone's apparition or apparition. Dobby, the house-elf, makes this sound every time he disappears into thin air. Could it be that Dobby has come to this privet road? Could it be that Dobby is stalking him at the moment? Thinking of this, Harry turned sharply and looked at the privet road behind him, but there was no one to be seen on the road, and Harry believed that Dobby didn't know how to be invisible.

He kept walking, barely paying attention to the path under his feet, which he had been walking up and down the streets with heavy footsteps lately, and his feet would automatically lead him to his favorite places. Every few steps he took, he turned his head to look. When he was lying in Aunt Penny's dying begonia bush, someone who could do magic was nearby, for sure. Why didn't they talk to him? Why didn't they get in touch with him? Why are they hiding now?

As his disappointment reached a peak, his self-confidence began to waver.

Maybe it wasn't a magical sound at all. Perhaps he was too desperate for a hint of contact from his world, and was fussed by some of the most mundane voices. Was he sure it wasn't the sound of something breaking in the neighbor's house?

Harry felt a sense of frustration and loss in his heart, and then, the despair that had tormented him all summer suddenly overwhelmed him once more.

Walking aimlessly, I unconsciously came to the door of a dilapidated playground.

The playground door was locked, and Harry leaped over it, stepping on the dry grass.

The playground was as empty as the surrounding streets. He went to where the swing was, found a Dudley and his friends had not had time to destroy it, and sat on it, one arm in a chain, and a melancholy look at the ground.

The scar on his forehead had been tingling and uncomfortable lately, but he knew that Duten, Ron, Hermione, and Sirius wouldn't be very interested in it anymore. In the past, the pain of his scars was a sign that Voldemort's power was getting stronger again, but now that Voldemort had returned, they would probably remind him that he had expected this regular episode of pain...... Nothing to worry about...... It's not news anymore......

Before he knew it, it was dusk, and Harry was sitting on the swing, and there was a burst of talking in his ears. He looked up, only to see Dudley had somehow arrived at the playground, and a group of friends who were following him were wantonly destroying the few facilities that were still intact.

When Harry saw Dudley, Dudley saw Harry, and he came to Harry with his fat body, taunting as much as he could. There were even some insults to Harry's mother, and Harry, who was already choked by his own aunt and uncle, stood up abruptly and pushed Dali hard. At the same time, he quickly drew his wand and pressed it against Dudley's throat at an angle that no one else could see.

Dudley's body trembled visibly, but he didn't hold back, but instead squinted at Harry.

"Don't think I don't know...... You can't play your ghost tricks here. ”

Dudley swallowed and said tremblingly.

"Huh? Is it? Then you can try it and see if I dare to do it. ”

Harry said with a sneer.

As soon as the words fell, a large black cloud suddenly appeared in the sky, the dark cloud was so heavy that it almost pressed down, and the wind blew, and the summer dusk, which was originally quite peaceful, seemed to have become the end of the world in an instant.

Several of Dudley's friends were frightened, and Harry and Dudley began to run back.

But their speed was too slow, or rather the rain came too fast, and it didn't take long for the bean-sized raindrops to fall down. The two of them had to run to an abandoned underground passage to take shelter from the rain, but that's when something creepy happened. As soon as they hid in the underground passage, the air suddenly became extremely cold, and two tall figures slowly flew down from both sides of the passage.

Harry's face turned ugly at the sight of these two tall figures, he knew these guys, or rather, he had fought them more than once - the Dementors, the guards of Azkaban, a monster that could suck the joy and soul of people, but why were they in this place? (To be continued.) )