"Mm—"
The sun was already high in the sky, and dazzling golden sunlight streamed through gaps in the curtains onto the brown wooden floor of the second-floor bedroom.
The diffused light gradually brightened the dim bedroom.
The uncomfortable glare made Harry's eyelids twitch a few times. He rolled over and pulled the covers over his head.
But the muggy summer weather soon forced Harry to free his head from the bedding again. He raised a hand to shield his eyes from the light.
The crisp chirping of several sparrows outside the house gradually pulled Harry from his haze into wakefulness.
He had slept dreamlessly. It felt as though he had merely closed his eyes, yet the night had already become a midsummer day.
It was not because the long-unseen bedroom at the Dursleys' was especially comfortable or conducive to sleep, but because yesterday's nearly full-day Triwizard Tournament had utterly drained his strength and energy.
So, even though Harry remembered why he was at the Dursleys' and where he needed to go today, he could not persuade his aching body to move.
A dark cloud drifted over and blocked the sky, weakening the blazing sunlight. A rising breeze dispersed much of the stifling heat in the room.
Professor Breen might already be up. He could be waiting for me.
The thought that surfaced in his mind finally made Harry abandon the idea of going back to sleep.
After letting out a muffled growl full of exhaustion and reluctance, Harry used every ounce of strength he had to break free from the bed's restraints.
Because he had slept so deeply, the eyelid of Harry's left eye was stuck shut and would not open, while his right eyelid drooped heavily.
Getting up seemed to have exhausted all his willpower and the strength restored