Diagon Alley.
People were coming and going in front of Weasley & Green's Magical Tricks Emporium. On the left side of the store, Hermione had a visible worry on his face:
"Did Sean reply? Justin? Harry What happened?"
"Don't worry too much, Hermione, no matter what happens, we will handle it... Let's listen to Sean's thoughts first."
Justin comforted,
"Are Ron and Neville here?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Ron emerge from a fireplace in disgrace.
"What happened to Harry?! Oh my god! Where is Sean?"
Ron wiped his face, but couldn't see the figure he wanted to see.
"Careful, Ron!"
When Hermione exclaimed, Justin stretched out his hand and pulled Ron to his side.
It turns out that Neville appeared in the fireplace.
As soon as he appeared, he coughed twice and coughed up some fireplace ashes:
"Originally, my grandma refused to let me come, until I said the name Sean..."
His words caused everyone to focus their attention on the horizon again, as if they were waiting for something.
Farther away, Bai Yi passed through layers of white clouds with a letter in his mouth.
Sean, who just sent the letter, is thinking about it.
It looks like free House-elf Dobby appeared.
He locked Harry in the house because next year's Hogwarts will be more dangerous...
Thinking of this, Sean always feels a little funny.
Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall say that Hogwarts is the safest place in the world, but every year Harry becomes disgraced.
In the first year, he faced Troll and Voldemort. In the second year, he faced Basilisk. In the third year, Hogwarts was infiltrated by a "fugitive"...
In the last few parts, Hogwarts has become the place for the decisive battle.
Maybe Hogwarts's safety is as cursed as Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor's position.
Sean took out a stack of white paper. This is Paper airplane from Professor Terra.
It can deliver information anytime and anywhere.
It is said that the Paper airplane used by Ministry of Magic is its subordinate product.
Quill of Acceptance makes a loud sound:
"Harry, we noticed that you don't seem to have received our letters. All letters have disappeared inexplicably.
But please don't worry. After receiving this letter, please use this piece of white paper to reply to me.
This kind of white paper has a special magic. It will bring you your letters to me. If you encounter any problems, let me know.
--Sean·Green."
Watching Paper airplane staggeringly fly out through the wall, Sean was ready to find Professor McGonagall.
Justin's second letter has just been sent, and he is going to Diagon Alley.
The living room of the villa.
Professor McGonagall took a sip of the steaming black tea and saw the little wizard coming down the stairs.
At this point, this child should still be immersed in Transfiguration...
She vaguely noticed something, and after seeing the little wizard approaching, she tried to calm herself down with a little excitement.
"Professor, I want to go to Diagon Alley."
said the brooch.
Professor McGonagall nodded. No matter what, the child was finally willing to say something to her.
"Go, kid, do you want me to come with you?"
Sean shook his head and looked into the distance with a deep look.
Harry and Dursley family's family... the relationship between them is extremely complicated.
One mistake after another is connected together, forming a thread that cannot be sorted out and cannot be separated.
The carriage raised dust and got further and further away from the farm.
"You should ask more questions, if it's like last time..."
In the farm villa, Marcus was silent for a long time before saying this.
His face was calm, but his body was trembling slightly.
Far away from Hogwarts, the Dark Lord tried to return, but the one who stopped his plot was the child who was clearly still immature in front of him.
"You know that many things are dangerous. Promise me that you will keep an eye on him no matter what."
Marcus's last words disappeared in the wind, and the sound of the carriage outside the villa gradually subsided.
4 Privet Drive.
Harry I can only look out the window like this every day.
As soon as he got home, Uncle Vernon locked his spell book, wand, robes, cauldron and state-of-the-art broomstick Nimbus 2000 into the small, dark storage room under the stairs.
Dursley's family will not care whether Harry will be expelled from the academy's Quidditch team because he did not practice during the summer.
Harry didn't do any of his homework and couldn't hand it in when he went back to school. What does this have to do with them?
Even the owl Hedwig is locked in its cage, preventing it from delivering messages to anyone in the magical world.
Looking at Hedwig in the cage, Harry felt like he was locked in a dark and humid compartment just like Hedwig.
"Ha! Freak! None of your weird friends write to you - just admit it, no one cares about you!"
A fat boy with fair skin and rosy skin stood in the corridor, putting on a disgusting smile and taunting. But after Harry looked at him for a while, he became afraid again and stammered,
"What are you looking at?"
"I was wondering what spell to use to make you burn."
Harry said.
Dudley staggered back a few steps, a look of horror on his fat face.
"You can't, you can't. My father said you are not allowed to do magic. He said he would drive you out. You have no place to go and no friends to take you in--"
"Jiggleypo!"
Harry said sharply,
"Hocus Pocus...Chiggly Wiggly..."
"Mo-Mom!"
Dudley howled and stumbled towards the house.
"Mom! He's doing that again!"
After scaring Dudley away, Harry's mood did not improve at all.
Dudley is right, no one sent him a letter.
Ron doesn't have it, Hermione doesn't have it, and even Justin who asks everyone to write letters to each other doesn't have it.
He can comfort himself that maybe Sean and Neville are not good at doing this, but what about Ron? What about Hermione? What about Justin?
Unless the "everyone" they say doesn't include themselves.
He knew his friends wouldn't do this, but he couldn't help but think so.
What's worse is that because he was fooled by Dudley and scared Dudley, he will have to face the revenge of Aunt Petunia later.
Maybe it's cleaning the windows, washing the car, mowing the lawn, tidying the flower beds, pruning and watering the roses, repainting the garden bench, etc.
But he was in no mood to care about this.
When Aunt Petunia was screaming downstairs, Harry was in a bad mood until--
A Paper airplane swayed through the branches of the trees outside the window.
It paused suddenly, as if something was stopping it from moving forward, but it still stubbornly swayed in front of Harry.
Harry felt like a volcano was erupting in his heart, of course he knew what it was!
During Forbidden Forest's critical moment, Sean kept using this thing to contact them.
He has not been forgotten!
Sean has sent a letter!
He opened the letter excitedly, and soon his eyes became wet:
[Harry, we noticed that you don't seem to have received our letters. All letters have disappeared inexplicably.
But please don't worry. After receiving this letter, please use this piece of white paper to reply to me.
This kind of white paper has a special magic. It will bring you your letters to me. If you encounter any problems, let me know.
--Sean·Green]