Privet Road, Little Whinging, Surreyshire, beside the neat streets under a gloomy sky, were houses of the same style, and the neighbors' houses all looked like the Dursleys' houses, one after the other, and this dull and boring quiet place seemed to have nothing to do with magic at all, like the privet bush from which the neighborhood got its name— The shrub was used to make hedges between suburban houses, and the Dursleys chose the name in the hope that the name would bring them good luck and as a symbol of normalcy and seclusion from wizards.

In Harry's bedroom, which had a trapdoor door on the second floor, with a bed, a wardrobe, and a desk, Hedwig lived in a cage on the desk. The room was littered with books that might have belonged to Dudley but he had never seen him flip through, as well as some old Dudley's toys that had been repaired - after 1991, Harry's Uncle Vernon gave Harry the room where Dudley kept his miscellaneous items.

This was not done with good intentions, as Vernon was terrified after Alan and Flegg visited that year, and received the first Hogwarts acceptance letter to Harry Potter, and saw the address on it: "Storage room under the stairs, 4 Privet Road, Little Whinging, Surreyshire, Mr. Harry Potter", Vernon was terrified, as he realized that people in the wizarding world might already know how badly Harry had been abused.

So, he let Harry live upstairs in one of Dudley's spare bedrooms to keep himself in trouble.

Harry was stacking his belongings into a box, and on the table next to him stood a broken lens, Sirius's face in the mirror as Harry stuffed his belongings into the old box.

Sirius's tone was a little heavy, "Harry, remember to always keep your wand where you can get it... Did you leave the door to the back garden for us?"

Harry pulled the zipper of his backpack for a moment, he lifted his glasses, raised his head and looked at Sirius in the mirror with some confusion: "It should be ajar, I'll go down and check it later, but Sirius, do you think we'll be exposed? Uh, sorry, I mean the mystery man will show up?"

After a moment of silence, Sirius's voice was a little hoarse: "Anyway, you have to be ready for this at all times this time... In order to avoid the Ministry of Magic's surveillance of your aunt's house, except for those who are in charge of interference, they will teleport to the house on my privet road first, except for those who are in charge of interference, and the others will teleport to the house on my privet road first, so let's stay and see you at it. ”

Harry nodded, put away the pieces of the two-way mirror, and then picked up a solid wood picture frame on the table, the picture in the frame was Muggle-taken and did not move, Harry's parents were smiling at Harry outside the frame, which had been placed here when Harry first walked into the small bedroom where he had just been acquired.

After carefully tucking the frame into his backpack, Harry finally tugged at the drawstring on the backpack. By this time he had finished packing, and the sky had begun to get darker, and the sun outside the window was shining a fiery red glow in the west.

Downstairs, Uncle Vernon roared, "Boy!"

"Here it is!" Harry sighed and got up, he opened the door, and there was a creaking sound of broken porcelain beneath his feet: a cup of black tea was placed on the floor outside his bedroom door, and he had just stepped on it without noticing.

"How......?"

Harry looked around, and the staircase at No. 4 Privet Road was empty, and the cup of tea was probably Dudley's clever attempt to play a prank on him. Instead of cleaning up the tea that had fallen on the floor, Harry picked up the pieces of the teacup and threw it into the already full bin behind the bedroom door, then leaned against the handrail of the stairs and looked downstairs, only to see Uncle Vernon quickly dragging a box towards the corner of the living room where the salutes were piled up - that location used to be almost full of Dudley's birthday presents at this time of year.

Uncle Vernon, who had called Harry down, seemed to ignore him at this time, his fat body was compact, and he called anxiously, "Hurry up Dudley, hurry up." ”

"I still don't understand why we have to get out of here. Dudley stepped out, carrying a punching punching bag, Harry's cousin looked like a big man with some muscular lines, though he still had ugly blond curls and a pesky leather jacket.

"Because according to them, it's not safe here!" said Vernon, dragging another bulging suitcase into the salute, "You're going to take this thing with you, thanks to that boy, we're going to flee with our sin!"

"I need it to stay physically strong, and if there's no internet in the place we're going, that's the only fun I'm having. With a thud, Dudley's punching bag knocked down Vernon's freshly stacked crate.

"Well, since you like it, we don't need to mention it ourselves anyway. Vernon's little eyes kept rolling, thinking about what else he could take with him at home, and then he seemed to see Harry at this time, and he immediately yelled, "Hey, boy, when are they coming?"

Harry hadn't reacted much to this for sixteen years, his gaze swept over the travel clock on the mantelpiece, and his tone didn't waver, "They've just contacted me, and they'll be on time." ”

Dudley's gaze followed Vernon around the room, and finally, Vernon stopped in front of Harry, his big purple face crumpled, "I've changed my mind... I'm not leaving, this is my home, the home I've lived in for more than a decade... It's all some deceitful nonsense, I didn't sleep in the middle of the night last night, thinking about this matter, will there be any problems with the house you bought me? There must be a conspiracy, do you want to occupy the house?!"

"House?" Harry asked, "what house?"

"This house!" exclaimed Uncle Vernon, the veins in his forehead pounding, "our house! The house prices in this neighborhood have gone up so much! You want to take us away and show me a big house that you actually rented or did some kind of trick...... and then before we can understand it, the name on the deed here will be your ."

"Are you confused?are you plotting to take over this house?are you really as stupid as you look?" Harry asked impatiently, "I'm afraid you've forgotten that my godfather bought a house with him for a small amount of money, and my parents left me enough property, so what do I want you to do with this house?"

Silence - Harry thought his words had silenced his uncle.

"You claim," said Uncle Vernon, pacing again, "this demon king ......"

“...... Voldemort," said Harry impatiently, "we've discussed this a hundred times. Not a claim, it's a fact, my godfather and Mr. Weasley......"

Vernon Dursley huffed his shoulders, and Harry guessed that his uncle was trying to get rid of the memories when the two adult wizards suddenly visited Harry just days after his summer vacation. Sirius and Mr. Arthur Weasley showed up at his uncle's door, convincing the Dursleys to give them a very unpleasant scare - Harry had to admit that Mr. Weasley and his godfather had smashed half of their living room to the ground, and their reappearance would certainly not make Uncle Vernon happy.

Outside, the sun hung low over the privet hedge, and the next-door neighbor's lawnmower went out again, and Uncle Vernon didn't speak immediately, he continued pacing and then suddenly looked up: "Don't you have a Ministry of Magic, then, why can't they protect us? It seems to me that we, as innocent victims, have not done anything bad except for the adoption of a suspect, and deserve the protection of the government!"

"The Ministry of Magic has been protecting us, you don't think the inexplicable fires and hurricanes that happened before were really accidents, did you......? It's also made by the Dementors," Harry laughed at his cousin Dudley's frightened expression.

Dudley was raising his hand to cover his mouth, and when he saw Harry staring at him and smiling, he slowly lowered his hand, "They...... And more?"

"Don't worry, the Ministry of Magic regularly sends people to use the Patronus Charm to banish them..."Harry pretended to comfort his cousin before slamming out, "but you know, there are certainly more than the two that attacked us last time, there are hundreds, maybe thousands now? because they live on fear and despair, and they can't be killed... So the Ministry of Magic can only expel them temporarily, so now the fog is all in bursts. ”

"Alright, alright," Dursley snarled, "and tell me, why can't we let the Ministry of Magic protect us?

Harry couldn't help but continue to laugh, his uncle was like that, always pinning his hopes on the powerful department, even in that world he was hostile and distrustful: "The Ministry of Magic seems to want to use me to lure out the Dark Lord... Of course I have nothing against this and am not so timid, unless you have the same wishes as I do, and perhaps I can try to convince my godfather of them again?"

"No!!" Vernon screamed, gasping for air, his thick black mustache fluctuating, his big face still purplish-red, "I mean... Well, boy, you'd better not let me find out you're cheating on us!"

Annoyed, Uncle Vernon pulled Dudley and began to run up the stairs, back to his room to continue packing.

Harry shrugged and walked aimlessly towards the kitchen, where he was most familiar with the kitchen besides the storage room under the stairs, the place where he worked was the longest he could stay.

Harry walked a few steps to the kitchen, he thought he had found Aunt Petunia standing in the middle of the kitchen, and Harry couldn't understand why she hadn't been involved in their conversation.

Aunt Petunia was standing up straight, her already thin body looking smaller, her hands crossed in front of her. The kitchen, which had been cleaned up in the past, was empty, and all the kitchen utensils had been packed and thrown away in the living room.

"We've lived here for twenty years and now overnight we had to move out. Penny said without looking back, her neck slightly lowered, her eyebrows raised, and her eyes raised - although she didn't look back, she knew that it was Harry, Vernon and Dali were big guys, and their personalities weren't so light.

"They're going to torture you if they think you know where I'm going... Or even just for fun or to vent... As soon as the house loses its protection, they will show up... I think you were able to hear me talking to Uncle Vernon!" Harry's voice was noticeably higher than usual, his tone visibly impatient, and he took a few steps into the kitchen with slow, heavy steps.

Penny's slightly drooping cheeks suddenly turned in Harry's direction, her eyes squinted at Harry, who looked like she was looking at an ignorant child, her voice was heavy and slightly hoarse, and she said bitterly, "Do you think I don't know how capable they are?"

Harry's green eyes locked on Aunt Petunia's face with some distrust and confusion - Aunt Petunia was just a Muggle, how could she know what the Death Eaters were capable of, how cruel they could be.

"You weren't the only ones who lost your mother that night in Godric's Hollow, you know—" Penny's voice was hoarse and deep, and there was even a slight tremor in her old, mournful tone, and she raised her eyes, her voice squeezing out of her throat, "I also lost my sister." ”

(End of chapter)