In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun crosses the mountains and seas, casts on the white walls of No. 4 Privet Road, and reflects a pink halo in the dim room through a curtained window on the second floor.

There was still a moment before dinner, and the neighbors of Privet Road were mowing the lawns and flowers in their yards, and a few children were chasing each other on the relatively spacious street, or chasing a wild cat that had strayed into the street, leaving a series of silver bell-like laughter in the leisurely and pleasant air.

Harry stared blankly through the gap in the curtains at the children who were laughing as much as they could under the gaze of their parents, and after a long time, he collapsed on the bed with a long sigh and covered his head with the futon.

The red-filled room was a bit cluttered compared to the usual ones, mainly because it had a lot of things that wouldn't exist in a normal Muggle child's room.

At the foot of the bed was a large wooden chest, open, revealing the crucible, broomstick, black robes, and various spell books inside. There was a large, empty birdcage on the table, where Harry's white owl, Hideaway, usually roosted. In the rest of the table, several rolls of parchment were thrown indiscriminately. There was an open book on the floor across from the bed, which Harry had read before going to bed the previous night. The pictures in the book are all moving, and the young men in bright orange-red robes are riding on broomsticks, whizzing around, throwing a red ball at each other.

Yes, there was a probationary wizard living in the house at 4 Privet Road, and it was up to the neighbors to know that the Dursleys, who had always behaved, were hiding a freak who would be jaw-dropping, and the owners of the house, the Dursleys, would be ashamed to move overnight.

Harry didn't care about that, and it wasn't like he wanted to come back here.

Nearly a month ago, Harry had to return to the Dursleys for the summer. Truth be told, it was probably the worst day of the year for him, and this year Harry couldn't say whether it was improving or getting worse.

Previously, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Penny would never have allowed him to play around with these 'tricks' in his room during the summer vacation.

As soon as they got home, they would pack up everything related to Hogwarts and lock them in a closet, until they reluctantly returned them to him when school reopened.

And the current treatment was won by Professor Bryan and Sirius, especially Sirius, who had changed the Dursleys a lot from the conversation before the start of the summer vacation.

They did not abuse him anymore, at least materially.

Aunt Penny wouldn't let him get up early in the morning to make breakfast for the whole family, or, after lunch, let the Dursleys curl up on the couch on the verge of exploding and watch TV by himself, and Uncle Vernon wouldn't yell twice every morning when he saw him to tidy up his hair, and Dudley didn't once hide around the corner of the stairs and sneak out his feet as he went downstairs to watch his jokes.

This summer, Harry has never been more leisurely.

He doesn't have to do any household chores, but he can enjoy delicious food that even Dudley, who is losing weight, can't enjoy.

The only problem was that the Dursleys were completely non-existent, and in the past, they would only pretend that he was not in the house in front of outsiders.

Throughout the summer vacation, they didn't say a few words to him.

Aunt Penny would take away his dirty laundry while he was out for a walk, and when it was time for him to go downstairs, Uncle Vernon would come to his door with a plate, put down the food, knock on the door, and leave, and Dudley, basically as soon as Harry appeared in his sight, no matter what he was making about, he would immediately quiet down and pretend that nothing had happened.

If it had been before, Harry would have liked the Dursleys to treat him like this. But when he got his wish, Harry. He had to admit that he was a little nostalgic for the past, at the very least, he felt like he existed.

He wrote to Ron and Hermione about all of this, and as expected, they both expressed great indignation, and Ron wrote back to him that he would tell his father about the situation and that Mr. Weasley would immediately take him out of the Dursleys.

Harry was thrilled, but after much deliberation, he rejected Ron.

It's not because the Weasleys weren't good enough for him, if he could have a mom and dad like Ron, Harry would be willing to give everything he had in exchange, the problem is. It's not that he doesn't have no relatives now.

Sirius Black, his godfather, had said before the summer that he would come to the Dursleys as soon as possible to get him out after taking care of some things. Harry thought it best not to leave without permission, and he didn't want to hear Mrs. Weasley, who knew his situation, standing in the kitchen and complaining resentfully about Sirius' failure to do his duty.

Speaking of Sirius, there was another sigh from under the futon.

In the first few days of the summer vacation, Sirius sent him two more letters, telling him that he was working on something with Professor Bryan, and that if it went well, he would be back in two weeks at the latest, but then, Sirius was completely out of business.

All of the letters he asked Hedwig to send Sirius were brought back by Hedwig, meaning that it had not found Sirius himself.

It was unusual, Hedwig was a very clever owl, he always got things done for Harry, and he had never failed three times or twice like today, which made Harry worry about Sirius and Professor Blaine's safety.

Hermione suggested that Harry write a letter to Dumbledore explaining the situation, but Harry did not do so. On the one hand, Harry felt that maybe Sirius and Professor Blaine had just gone a little far, so Hedwig couldn't find them, and he went to write to Professor Dumbledore because of this, and Harry felt that he was making a bit of a fuss.

On the other hand, Ron's opinion also has some point. If neither Professor Bryan nor Sirius could deal with the problem, then Professor Dumbledore might not be able to help.

Bang!

The sound of the door slamming downstairs made Harry, who was listening carefully for anything going on in the house, jump out of bed at once.

He rushed out of the room like the wind, and took three steps and two steps down the stairs into the quiet, silent first floor, and stood alone in the gloomy living room without looking at the steaming dinner at the dining table.

Apparently, the Dursleys were out of the house.

In the past, the family would often go out and leave him at home, but at least they would give him some warnings before leaving, such as not turning on the TV without permission, not stealing from the refrigerator, not breaking into their room, etc. Finally, briefly tell him what they were going to do, and now, without saying anything, they went out, and of course, his dinner was thoughtfully ready.

At this moment, Harry suddenly noticed a note left on the coffee table, and Harry jumped up and quickly jumped over the sofa to grab the note on the coffee table.

Above is a quote from Aunt Penny:

Maggie came to see us to see Dudley, we invited her to eat out, considering that you didn't like her, so we didn't call you, your dinner was on the table, and the dirty dishes were left there, and we took care of it when we got back.

"you!"

Harry's face turned pale, and he resisted the urge to pull out his wand and burn the house to fire, clutching the note in a ball and slamming it to the ground.

(End of chapter)