Chapter 62: Bad Life

When Harry came back from the station that day, when he knocked on the door, Dudley opened it as if he had seen a ghost. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info was yelling frantically in the house, slamming doors, knocking on floors, throwing things, crying and fussing, and even taking his uncle and aunt with him.

Finally, Uncle Vernon grabbed his suitcase and locked it in the small, dark cabinet under the stairs before letting Harry into the room like a monster.

Then there were a lot of rules that Harry was not allowed to mention anything about Hogwarts in front of them, and they didn't even allow Harry to mention the word magic.

They didn't allow Harry to go out, they didn't allow Harry to meet his friends, and poor Hedwig was locked in a cage as soon as he entered, and Harry had to secretly let him out at night for a while.

But this is discovered by the night owl-like uncle's family every time, which causes a flurry of chickens and dogs, followed by the whole family to scare Harry.

God knows, they don't sleep at night?Harry had all his luggage locked in a cupboard under the stairs, and the only training he could do now was meditation. And he did spend most of his time on it, and I don't know if he spent enough time, or if George's choice of meditation really suited him perfectly, or both.

He had already felt the benefits of meditation, at least it had made him very energetic, and he had chosen to let Hedwig go out for a while every day late at night, so that he would be discovered by his uncle's family every time. Harry even suspected that their whole family was watching him.

Harry was still a little angry when he remembered what had happened in the morning, but of course he was mostly angry with himself, "It's ridiculous that I would be foolish enough to think that they would remember my birthday. ”

"George should remember that he was always so organized. I wonder if Hermione and Ron will remember that they had gone crazy for the summer and didn't send me a letter. Harry was bored in his tiny attic.

Uncle Vernon is going to invite an important guest to dinner today, and Harry must stay in the house and pretend he doesn't exist.

They had been talking about it for two whole weeks, and the rich builder and his wife would be attending a dinner at Uncle Vernon's house tonight. It is possible that they will order a batch of drilling rigs from Uncle Vernon's company, and if successful, this huge deal will give Uncle Vernon a lot of money.

They have even made the homecoming of this income in advance, and they intend to buy a villa in Majoka.

Harry had heard the door open downstairs, and he didn't dare make a sound. Because he knew that if he spoke up, Uncle Vernon's family would be in a state of flux, and they would definitely blame him for the failure of the business, which would not do him any good.

"Maybe I should move out. Harry thought for a moment, "The five thousand pounds George sent me is enough for me to use for a while, and if I only leave school during the summer holidays, I might be able to use it until I graduate." ”

Harry was so excited by this sudden thought that he began to calculate his daily expenses, "I don't have much to eat at Uncle Vernon's house, and according to six summer vacations, I will only have more than a year at most, and five thousand pounds is enough for me until I graduate." ”

But then, Harry grabbed his hair again and hung his head down, "I'm only twelve, there won't be a landlord to rent me a house, and when they see me alone, they'll call the police and ask Vernon to pick me up." ”

The United Kingdom is a developed modern country, and even in 1992, the protection and care of minors has been very strict. If someone else sees a twelve-year-old living alone, someone will immediately call the police.

The guardian would get into a lawsuit, and Harry would be sent to a welfare home, which was not what he wanted, although the home was no worse than Uncle Vernon's.

It is for this reason that Uncle Vernon's family has not allowed Harry to associate with anyone else since he was a child. They hated Harry, but as legal guardians, they didn't have the guts to send Harry to a welfare home, and they had to pretend to take care of Harry.

If they want to be good citizens, decent people, they must pretend that they have noble qualities, and pretend to be happy to take care of the children of their deceased relatives.

This is something that a gentleman, a decent family, a family that wants to climb up must do. They hated Harry and had to take care of Harry, and they were even more afraid that such thoughts would be seen through, and that they would be seen out that they were not a decent person. Fear of being seen, they don't have any noble qualities in their vicious hearts, which makes them hate Harry even more.

Harry listened boredly to the noise downstairs and fantasized about what Hermione and Ron were doing. He missed them so much that they didn't write to him and forgot his birthday. He still wanted to open Hedwig's cage and have it send a message to Ron and Hermione telling them how much he missed them now.

It's been a few weeks since the summer break, Ron and Hermione haven't heard from him, and Harry feels like he's lost touch with the wizarding world, and he doesn't even find fun teasing Dudley.

If it weren't for the fact that he had a letter from George by his side, he would sometimes even think that the Hogwarts experience was just a dream. Now all his luggage, his wand, his broomstick, his spellbook, all his connections to the wizarding world are locked in a secret locker under the stairs.

It made him uncomfortable and uncomfortable, and he craved the care of his friends more than ever.

Things were nowhere near as bad as they had been eleven years before, but he had made friendships and had been happy. He can no longer live like his former self and accept all the terrible things. He has vitality, he has vitality. He needs to live a normal life, he needs to live happily.

He'd seen the light, and he couldn't go back to that cold, dark, maddening cupboard.

Suddenly, Harry almost screamed, and a monster appeared on the bed. An ugly, scary little monster with two large bat-like ears and a pair of protruding green eyes that occupy two-thirds of its face.

"It's ugly. It occurred to Harry that it was the same eyes that peeked at him in the garden in the morning.

"What do you want to do?" Harry reacted quickly to the training he had received, and he quickly stepped back into a defensive position, and when he saw that the monster was not attacking, he grabbed the chair again.

The monster jumped out of bed cautiously, bowing humbly, its slender nose almost touching the carpet. Harry noticed that it was wearing an old pillowcase with a few openings.