Alan knocked on the trapdoor, and Harry immediately stepped forward.

Neither Uncle Vernon nor Aunt Petunia would knock on the door, they just pulled the movable door open and handed over some scraps. As for Dudley, he would knock on the door to provoke Harry, but his strength was so great that it almost shook off the wall, and it would never be such a civilized and rhythmic knocking sound.

"Who is it?" Harry heard his voice unfamiliar with nervousness.

"It's me, Ellen, Harry, are you alright?" replied Alan.

"Thank goodness Alan, it's great that you're here! I've been locked up here by Dursley for almost three days. Hunger wasn't a problem, my biggest fear was that no one would know that I was locked up here and never be able to return to Hogwarts. Harry licked his lips and felt a heart fall to the ground.

But Alan caught the key word in his words – hunger. He hurriedly took out a large bag of food from the storage compartment and stuffed it through the trapdoor.

"Harry, lean back, I'll find a way to open the door!" Alan reminded Harry.

"Okay!" Harry muttered as he munched on the turkey sandwich in his mouth. Harry walked over to the bedside, expecting his freedom!

Eren doesn't know how to pick locks, but he has his own methods. He walked a long way back, then he ran, jumped, and violently kicked ...... "bang"! Only a loud bang was heard, and the door was instantly bounced off, and the door "banged" against the wall and bounced back.

Harry stared at Alan dumbfounded, the sandwich in his mouth and forgetting to chew. At this moment, Alan was against the light and could not see his expression clearly, but Harry felt that he was like a god of war, shrouded in the light of freedom.

"Harry, is there anything you need to pack?" Alan smiled softly, looking at Harry's eyes very softly.

Such a gentle Allen is in great contrast to Allen, who just violently kicked the door lock away.

"Thank you, Alan!" Harry didn't answer Alan's question, but thanked him thoughtlessly.

But Alan understood. "We're friends!" said Alan, who said just that, and then walked over to the cage where Hedwig was being held, exclaiming, "What a mess!"

"I don't have anything to eat, Hedwig is even more pitiful! Allen, you can let it out, it can find its own food. Harry continued to munch on his food, it was the best sandwich he had ever had!

Alan reached out to open the cage and released Hedwig, the clever owl tilted its head and gently pecked Allen's finger in thanks, and then flew out of the room, through the open window downstairs!

"Okay, where is your salute?" asked Alan clapping his hands in a relaxed tone.

"The things I went to school, my wand, my broomstick, were locked in a secret cabinet downstairs. Harry looked at Alan, who clearly needed his invincible kick.

The two of them "staggered" to the secret cabinet downstairs, and Alan repeated his old trick and kicked open the cabinet door. Harry and Alan hurriedly stuffed their things into the box and headed out the door.

"Would you like to leave a note?" Alan asked Harry as he passed by the living room. Alan was not resentful of the Dursleys' mistreatment of Harry, but this was the place where Harry made his home.

"They won't worry about me!" Harry was expressionless, but after thinking about it, he pulled out a quill and wrote on a note, "I'm going to a friend's house." - Harry. ”

The note was very succinct, and the paper was pressed against the table where they usually ate, and Alan and Harry walked out the door and walked away.

As Harry was pushing a large chest, Alan chose to hit near the magic lamppost. Stuffed the big trunk into the trunk of the car, and the car slammed out like an arrow from the string. Looking at 4 Privet Road, which was fading away, Harry wanted nothing more than to never go back there.

Since they were in a Muggle taxi, the two did not say anything, and were silent all the way. Alan happily paid for the taxi, moved the suitcase out, and the car was gone.

When he took the magic lamppost to the area where Alan's house was located, and saw the familiar small villa with red bricks and white windows, Harry was very happy to breathe in the fresh and natural air. All those despair and helplessness were left behind, and he felt that everything here had a free, unrestrained taste. He loved it dearly.

Push open the door and no one is at home. Alan set Harry's salute into his room and made a pot of black tea for Harry.

"Why are you locked up?" asked Alan knowingly, he could see that Harry had something to say.

Harry told Alan about Dobby, the warning it gave Harry, the pudding that was smashed to pieces, and so on.

"When I ask it why it's doing this, it keeps banging its head against the wall!" Harry said, puzzled, wondering who was trying to stop him from returning to Hogwarts.

"Although the house-elves are magical, they can't give away their master's secrets. If it leaks out, they punish themselves. Allen explained Dobby's self-injurious behavior.

"I guess Malfoy ordered it to do it, and only he wouldn't want me to go back to Hogwarts and be happy to see me unlucky. Harry came to a conclusion.

Dobby is indeed the Malfoy family, though the reasons it prevented Harry from returning to Hogwarts are very different from what Harry thought.

Harry flipped through the newspaper on the table and saw the latest issue of the Daily Prophet, and casually spread it out to see a photo of Allen's family being awarded medals. Alan in the photo looks in Lunn's direction and smiles gently.

The news was simple, with a few sentences explaining why Mr. Harris and his family had been awarded the Order of Merlin, Third Class, and then accompanied by a large group photo.

"Wow, Alan, you actually defeated a sea serpent! You know, it's a three-star magical beast!" Harry sighed not because of Allen's strength, but because of Allen's wonderful holiday experience.

Not long after they had spoken, Harry's owl Hedwig flew in through the window, flapped his wings and stopped on the Bennedy owl shelf, drank a little water, and combed his feathers comfortably.

"I think you should send a letter to Ron and them, they must be in a hurry if they can't reach you. Alan looked at Hedwig and made a suggestion.

Harry's eyes lit up, he took out a quill and parchment, and wrote on the table, "I'm at Alan's house, everything is fine!" Harry wrote three copies of the same content, and asked Hedwig to give it to Ron, Hermione, and Hagrid.

In the evening, Mr. Harris's family was pleasantly surprised to see Harry after returning from work. Mrs. Harris pulled out all the stops and made a table of delicacies for Harry, who had been eating the scraps for three days in a row. After the meal, the lovely Emily jumped around the room, and everyone gathered in the courtyard to laugh and laugh.