Dursley felt like he was going crazy, and he suspected that he couldn't take the slightest stimulus, and every pronunciation of the innkeeper's words was like a sharp, cold ice pick shooting at him.

"I'm sorry, is there any Mr. Harry Potter among you? The front desk received about a hundred letters like this. ”

Dursley, holding back the fear in his heart, replied to the proprietress as politely as possible: "I'll go get the letter." ”

When he left, the proprietress asked Penny in surprise, "What's wrong with him?" How does it look pale? Do you want to go to the hospital? ”

Penny took out a handkerchief and wiped the beads of sweat rolling down her face, and replied to her in a low voice, "He's fine." ”

The woman, who had been living peacefully, seemed to be frightened for the past few days.

Dursley took the letter, stuffed it into the trunk of the car, and without saying a word, pulled Penny Dadley and Harry out of the hotel, walking faster and faster, as if something scary was chasing them from behind.

"Where do I go?" Dursley asked himself in a whisper. Because of the fear in his heart, he actually said what he thought in his heart directly.

Penny looked worriedly at her husband, she had never seen Dursley's state like this.

"Honey, let's go home." Penny was worried about Dursley's current state of mind.

Ever since they received that damn letter, their lives have been like a nightmare. Thinking of this, Penny turned to look at Harry fiercely, looking at her sister's child, her nephew, but the hatred in her eyes was not the usual one, but for some reason it was a little more complicated.

"Is it really impossible to hide?" Penny couldn't help but feel a little desperate when she thought about what she had been experiencing these days.

Dursley drove his car to many places, and it seemed as if he was trying to find an isolated place where the damned, epiphytosic faith couldn't find them.

In the middle of the forest, in the newly cultivated fields, in the middle of the drawbridge, and on the top floor of the parking lot......

But none of them satisfied Dursley.

Dudley now no longer had the strength that he had just come out with, and even though he was a little slow to react compared to Harry, he now had a vague sense that something was wrong.

"Is Dad crazy?" He asked his mom with some trepidation.

But in the end, Dursley found the perfect place, at least in his opinion. It was a small wooden house on a reef by the sea.

"The weather was predicting heavy rain in the evening, and this kind gentleman decided to lend us the boat."

Dudley followed his father's hand and saw an old man with his teeth missing walking slowly towards them, with a wicked smile on his face, pointing to a dilapidated rowboat drifting on the iron-gray sea because of the bad weather.

Dudley and Harry came to a rare agreement, they looked at each other, and then cowered behind Dursley, hoping that if they did, the old man would not see them.

It had taken them several hours to reach the reef on the surface of the sea, and by this time the rain had already fallen, and the icy rain slapped on their faces, making them shiver.

Finally arrived at the cabin, where there was nothing but the constant howling sea breeze and a wet fireplace.

Dursley didn't take much, four people, each with a packet of chips and four bananas. He tried to light a fire to keep warm, but the packaging of the fries had already turned to ashes with just a puff of green smoke.

But even though the fire could not be lit, he was in good spirits, and it seemed that he was sure that there would be no more letters to disturb him in this environment, and he was happy to make a little joke about it: "If there is a letter now, it will be useful, won't it?" ”

Tomorrow is Harry's eleventh birthday, but no one seems to know about it but him. Of course, it may be that you know, but you don't take it to heart at all.

The Dursleys fell asleep soon after a day's travel, and they were tormented by the letters at first—one or two at first, and then as the others arrived, and then they began to multiply, and the ways in which they entered their home became more and more, from under the eggs, from the hearth, and later when they left the Privet Road, and the letters followed them all the way.

The storm outside now seemed like good music to the Dursleys, and it couldn't have been better, because it meant that no damn letters would come and bother them today. This is already the Dursley's family's greatest wish. So despite the bad weather, they fell asleep quickly.

The only one who couldn't sleep was Harry, who was now looking forward to his birthday. Dudley's luminescent watch shows the time.

Harry was thinking about the letters, he didn't know who they were or why he was writing them. "I could be the prince of a kingdom, or the heir to a large inheritance......" Harry's mind was full of childlike imagination, and he was always optimistic.

The time on the luminous watch was eleven fifty-nine, and his birthday was one minute away.

Harry, who had never eaten his own birthday cake, drew his own birthday cake on the floor of the cabin, with eleven candles of various lengths on it, indicating that it was his eleventh birthday.

Thirty seconds - twenty seconds - ten seconds -

Time passed second by second, which was normal, and nothing abnormal appeared.

Three-two-one-

Harry was about to blow out the candles on the ground when he was interrupted by a "boom".

The sound came from the doorway, as if someone was knocking, but the knock was so hard that Harry felt the whole cabin shake. Instinctively, he moved farther away from the door.

"Boom!" There was another pounding on the door.

The Dursleys were awakened at this moment, and Dudley asked in a daze, "Where is the thunder?" ”

Dursley and his son reacted completely differently, and Harry looked at the uncle-in-law in front of him, who was cautiously holding a rifle, and suddenly felt that he couldn't see through this uncle.

Penny also woke up, and she followed Vernon behind the door.

"Who's outside the door? I'm warning you! I have a gun! ”

He emboldened himself with such a voice, as if it would dispel the fear in his heart.