Harry froze, his feet on the stairs, his face tense.

"Boy, come here!" Harry slowly moved his feet off the stairs and turned to follow the Dursleys, with a mixture of fear and anger. After the darkness outside, the carefully cleaned kitchen emits a weird, unreal flash.

Aunt Petunia placed Dudley in a chair, but Dudley was still blue and looked wet and cold.

Uncle Vernon stood in front of the drain cover and stared at Harry through his small, narrow-slit eyes.

"What did you do to my son?" he snarled in a threatening tone.

"Nothing. Harry replied, knowing full well that Uncle Vernon wouldn't believe him.

"What did he do to you, Dudley?" asked Aunt Penny in a trembling tone, now using a sponge to clean the vomit from the front of Dudley's leather jacket. "Isn't it—isn't- you know what I mean, dear? Is he- did he use that thing?"

Dudley nodded slowly, tremblingly. "I didn't!" Harry cried out as Aunt Penny let out a wail and Uncle Vernon raised his fist, "I didn't do anything to him!

But just then, a long-eared owl suddenly swooped in through the kitchen window. Nearly hitting the top of Uncle Vernon's head, it glided through the kitchen, dropping a large piece of parchment letter in its mouth at Harry's feet, then turned gracefully, the ends of its wings over the top of the refrigerator, and then flew outside again and spurred up and disappeared through the garden.

"Owl!" Uncle Vernon roared, the bulging veins throbbing angrily in his face, and he slammed the kitchen window shut. "Another owl! I will never let another owl into my house!"

But Harry had already torn open the envelope and pulled the letter out, and somewhere in his heart had been struck hard.

Dear Mr. Potter,

We have received information that you have cast the Patronus Charm at 9:23 tonight in Muggle settlements, and in the presence of a Muggle. This has already violated Article 70 of the Ordinance Restricting the Use of Witchcraft by Minors, which will result in your expulsion from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A representative of the Ministry of Magic will arrive at your accommodation in a short time and destroy your wand. As you have already received a formal warning for your last violation of Article 3 of the International Federation of Magicians' Articles on Secrecy, we regret to inform you that you must appear at the Ministry of Magic for a reprimand hearing at 9 a.m. on August 2nd.

I hope you're doing well, you're sincere, Mafalda Hopkek, the Ministry of Magic is not using the Office of Magic properly.

Harry read the letter twice. He was only vaguely aware of the conversation between Uncle Vernon and Aunt Penny. Everything was cold and numb in his head. This fact pierced his consciousness like a paralyzing dart.

He was removed from Hogwarts.

It's all over. He couldn't go back.

He looked up at the Dursleys. Uncle Vernon's face was purple and he was roaring loudly, his fists still raised.

Aunt Petunia puts her arm around Dudley, who vomits again. Harry's briefly numb brain seemed to be awake again.

A representative of the Ministry of Magic will soon arrive at your residence and destroy your wand. This can only mean one thing. That's why he has to run right now.

Harry didn't know where he was going, but he was sure of one thing, he needed his wand both at Hogwarts and outside.

In a dreamlike state, he drew his wand and turned to leave the kitchen.

"Where do you think you're going?" exclaimed Uncle Vernon. When Harry refused to answer, he walked through the kitchen and slammed the door to the living room.

"We're not done yet, boy!"

"Get out of the way," Harry said calmly.

"You're going to stay here and explain what's wrong with my son. ”

"I'll curse you if you don't get out of the way," Harry said, raising his wand at the same time.

"You can't pull that thing out in front of me!" Uncle Vernon yelled. "I know you're not allowed to use magic outside of that crazy building you call a school!"

"This crazy building has fired me," Harry said. "So I was able to do whatever I liked. You have three seconds left. One...... 2. ......"

A loud sound of glass shattering filled the bedroom. Aunt Penny screamed again. Ignoring Uncle Vernon's shouts and crouching down quickly, Harry searched for the source of the commotion, which he had not caused.

He spotted it at once, a dizzy, wrinkled barn owl (typical of poor Weasley owls, and it was a veritable miracle that it didn't die on the way...... Giant ......) It was crouching on the windowsill outside the kitchen, and it had just hit the closed window.

Pretending not to hear Uncle Vernon's distressed shout, "Owl!"

Harry walked across the room and opened the window.

The owl, with its legs together and a small roll of parchment in its mouth, vibrated its feathers, and ran away the moment Harry got the letter.

Harry's hands trembled as he opened the second letter, which was rather scribbled and in cheap black ink.

Harry:

Dumbledore had just arrived at the Ministry of Magic, and he was trying his best to settle the matter. Don't leave your uncle's and aunt's house. Don't cast any magic again. Don't hand over your wand.

Arthur Weasley.

What does it mean that Dumbledore is trying his best to settle the matter? How much strength does Dumbledore have to defy the Ministry of Magic's orders? So, does he still have a chance to return to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?

A little hope sprouted in Harry's heart, but it was quickly extinguished by fear, how could he refuse to hand over his wand without using magic?

He would have to duel with representatives of the Ministry of Magic, and if he did, he would be thrown into the Azkaban Wizard Prison, not just expelled.

His mind was racing, and he could run away at the risk of being wanted by the Ministry, or he could stay here and wait for the Ministries to find him. He felt that the former option was tempting, but he knew that Mr. Weasley was sincere, and in any case, it was better not to make it worse until Dumbledore tried to resolve the matter.

"That's right," said Harry, "I've changed my mind, I'm going to stay here." ”

He slammed over to the kitchen table and confronted Dudley and Aunt Penny.

The Dursleys seemed puzzled by the drastic change in Harry's mind. Aunt Penny stared at Uncle Vernon in despair. The blood vessels on the latter's purple face were more prominent than they had just burst out.

"Where did all these goddamn owls come from?" he complained.

"The first is an owl under the Ministry of Magic, and it's coming to fire me," Harry said calmly. He was pricking up his ears to catch any movement outside, and if a representative from the Ministry of Magic was approaching here, it would be better to answer Uncle Vernon's question more succinctly and quietly than to make him angry and growl.

"The second one is from my friend Ron's father, who works in the Ministry of Magic. ”

"Ministry of Magic?" exclaimed Uncle Vernon, "a guy like you is in the government!oh, that explains everything, everything, and there is no doubt that our country is going to perish. ”

Before Harry could respond, Uncle Vernon stared at him and slapped him, "Then why did they fire you?"

"Because I use magic. ”

"Aha!" Uncle Vernon shouted, slamming his fist on top of the fridge, and some low-calorie snacks belonging to Dudley poured out and spilled on the floor.

"So you used magic! What did you do to Dudley?"

"Nothing," Harry said, his voice a little lacking in coolness, "that's not me—"

"It's you. Dudley grunted without warning, and Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia immediately motioned for Harry to be quiet, and at the same time bent over Dadley.

And then, son. Uncle Vernon said, "What did he do?"

"Tell us, dear," Aunt Penny whispered too.

He pointed his wand at me. Dudley muttered. "Yes, I did, but I didn't-" Harry started to get angry, "but ......"

Harry didn't seem to know how to explain it, he had saved the pig, and the Dementor had almost sucked Dudley's soul out, but the Muggles couldn't see it...... Those Dementors can only be discovered by those who can capture the magic......

"Shut up!" exclaimed Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia together. "And then, son," repeated Uncle Vernon, his mustache curled in rage.

"It's dark," Dudley screamed hoarsely, trembling all over. "Everything is dark. And then I heard—heard a voice in my head. ”

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Penny exchanged a look of absolute horror. If the thing they hate in the world is magic, which is what they lie more about than they do, it is followed by a ban on hoses (a ban on running water for flower beds due to drought...... People always love and hate this kind of thing. It was clear to the Dursleys that Dudley had lost his mind.

"What do you hear?" said Aunt Petunia, whose face was pale and her eyes were full of tears.

But Dudley didn't seem able to say any more.

He shuddered and shook his fat blonde head again, feeling a certain amount of curiosity despite the numbness of fear that had haunted Harry since the first owl arrived.

Dementors make a person relive the worst moments of his life. What would be the one who was spoiled, overfed, and bullied the weak since childhood?

Bullied by him?

I remember that when Fred and George came, Dudley was most afraid of him, and he didn't ......

Harry couldn't figure it out, after all, the difference between Dudley and him was too great, an ordinary pig...... The difference between the wizard and the wizard......

"And how did you fall headfirst next, son?" asked Uncle Vernon in an unusually calm tone, a tone he only employed in the vicinity of a dying patient.

"Foot tripped," Dudley said weakly. "And later—" He pointed to his fat chest.

Harry understood. Dudley was recalling the sticky cold that filled his lungs, and all the joy was sucked out of him. "It's horrible," Dudley exclaimed hoarsely. "Cold. Really cold. ”

"Okay," Uncle Vernon said in a tone that forced himself to be calm, while Aunt Petunia anxiously put a hand on Dudley's forehead to feel his temperature.

"And then what happened, Dudley?"

"Feel—feel—feel as if—as if ...... hell"

"It's as if you'll never have happiness again. Harry added sluggishly. +

"Yes," Dudley whispered, still shaking.

"Therefore!" said Uncle Vernon's voice, which reverted to that high-pitched tone, as if he were setting the record straight. "You've used some crazy spell on my son, so he hears a certain voice and thinks he's- is destined for a tragic fate, or something?"

"How many times do you want me to tell you?" said Harry, his temper and voice raised, "That's not me!

"Two—what are you talking about?"

"Soul-Monster," Harry said clearly and slowly, "two." ”

"And what do these creatures of hell do?"

"They guard the wizard's prison, Azkaban. Aunt Petunia said. After saying these words and after two seconds of silence, Aunt Petunia covered her mouth as if she had let a disgusting curse slip out of her mouth.

Uncle Vernon stared at her with wide eyes.

Harry's brain was dizzy. Mrs. Feige was already once—was Aunt Petunia too?

"How do you know this?" asked Aunt Vernon in surprise. Aunt Petunia looked at herself in amazement. She stared at Uncle Vernon with a frightened apology, then gently lowered her hand and bared her horse-like teeth.

"I heard—that horrible boy—tell her about the Dementors years ago," she said hesitantly.

"If you're talking about my parents, why don't you use their names?" said Harry, but Aunt Petunia ignored him. She looked frightened and flustered.

Harry fainted.

With the exception of the outbreak a year ago, Harry had never heard Aunt Petunia mention of his mother, and the only time she had screamed that Harry's mother was a monstrous person.

Grotesque thoughts?

For Muggles, wizards do belong to the type with problems with their minds, and in the eyes of wizards, Muggles are the kind of people who are not fully developed spiritually......

However, to Harry's astonishment, when Aunt Petunia did her best to pretend that the wizarding world did not exist at all, she could still remember the information she had heard about the scaly feathers of the wizarding world years ago.

You know, the time between my mother's visit to Hogwarts and their death—the years between my own going to Hogwarts......

Uncle Vernon opened his mouth, closed it again, opened it again, closed it again, and it was evident that he didn't know what to say, and when he opened his mouth for the third time he finally said hoarsely, "So—therefore—they—they are—they really exist, they are—they exist?"

Aunt Penny nodded.

Uncle Vernon sees Dudley from Aunt Penny and then Harry, as if wishing someone would tell him it's April Fool's Day. When he saw that no one had done so, he spoke again, but the meagre proverb he had managed to find was interrupted by the visit of the third owl tonight.