Harry Potter trudged down the street, dragging his suitcase behind him, looking utterly dejected.
Not long ago, something upsetting had happened. An aunt Harry particularly hated had come to Dursley House today. As usual, she had mocked and insulted Harry, and she had also viciously attacked his deceased parents. Naturally, Harry could not accept that. There was only so much anyone could endure, so he turned that hateful aunt into a huge, fat human balloon. Then, when his uncle demanded that he change her back, Harry finally snapped and chose to drag his suitcase away from that awful place.
That was perfectly normal. What teenager did not have a temper?
However, after walking down the street in the cold wind for a while, the flames of anger gradually died down, and Harry began to feel dejected and regretful—he was all alone now, with nowhere to go and no idea where he should go. What made Harry even more uneasy was that, after calming down, he realized he had violated the law forbidding wizards from using magic in the Muggle World. Cold sweat immediately ran down Harry Potter's back.
He even began to imagine that the Ministry of Magic might soon send someone to arrest him and throw him into Azkaban. The next Daily Prophet would probably print the headline: "Great Savior Harry Potter Arrested for Defying Orders"...
But when Harry saw the petite figure standing by the roadside, watching him coldly, his entire body went icy cold, as if the blood in his veins were about to freeze solid.
"Airi... Professor."
Looking at the familiar, petite girl, Harry's mind went blank. Had she come to arrest him? Was she going to take him to Hogwarts, where Dumbledore would tell him that he had broken the rules and would be expelled?