Harry wiped the corners of his eyes, his throat seemed to be blocked by something.
Hedwig was chirping in the cage. At the same time, Harry heard the clicking sound of Aunt Petunia as it went up the stairs.
He quickly put the letter into his pocket.
Dudley was safe and sound. Aunt Petunia knew that he didn't really perform magic, but she still hit him with a frying pan soaked in soapy water. Fortunately, he dodge quickly.
Then she ordered him to work, and he was not allowed to eat until he finished.
Harry cleaned the windows, washed the car, mowed the lawn, tidied the flower beds, pruned and watered the roses, and repainted the garden bench. The scorching sun was shining brightly, making the back of Harry's neck feel hot.
But he showed no resentment. There was a blank piece of paper in his bag, a bridge connecting him to the magical world.
This is his hope, and with hope, life becomes bearable.
Wait for a while, wait for him to be free, and then reply to Sean.
he said to himself.
But there was always a question in his mind. Since everyone had sent him letters, why didn't he receive them?
Soon, he knew why.
Harry finally finished all the punishment, and he lived in a cramped and dark cubicle writing letters.
At this time, a little monster suddenly appeared in front of him.
The little monster has two big bat-like ears and a pair of protruding green eyes as big as tennis balls.
It stared blankly at the white paper in Harry's hand, as if staring at something heinous.
On the letter, the words "I can't do my homework here, nor can I practice Quidditch skills" are particularly obvious.
"Harry Potter cannot leave here, let alone return to Hogwarts. The most terrifying thing will happen to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year."
The little monster made a high-pitched sound and suddenly trembled all over.
"Harry Potter can't take risks. He doesn't know how important he is!"
Harry had no idea what it was talking about. All he saw was that it pounced on him and tried to snatch his letter.
How could Harry let it succeed? Although she was scared, Harry still bravely tore with it. In the end, they both grabbed a corner of the letter, and both of them started to exert force, and the letter made an overwhelming sound.
"No, don't do that."
Harry begged.
"Dobby can only do this, sir, this is for Harry Potter's good."
The little monster actually spoke, and it seemed to look at Harry sadly.
The next second, the letter hissed and split into two pieces.
Harry stared blankly at the torn letters and frantically tried to piece them together, but this was obviously in vain.
The little monster disappeared, leaving only Harry holding the cracked letter tightly.
Privet Drive It started to rain. It came quietly. Harry didn't notice it at first, but the air became heavy and something cool appeared on his face and hands.
The next moment, a turning point appeared. It was as sudden as rain.
Harry felt something constantly touching his forehead. When he raised his head, he saw another Paper airplane, which quickly unfolded into a piece of white paper:
[To Harry:
You haven't replied for a long time, maybe something else happened.
Don't worry, I'll come.
--Sean·Green]
Harry lowered his head, and Dobby outside the door heard a hoarse and whimpering cry from inside the house, which sounded like an injured puppy.
So it snapped its fingers, appeared on the tree outside the house, and started banging its head against the tree.
Diagon Alley at this time.
Not long after Sean released the second Paper airplane, Diagon Alley had already gathered a group of little wizards.
"Sean, you are here."
Seeing a familiar figure appear in the fireplace, the little wizards breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Sean, do you know what happened to Harry?"
Ron spoke anxiously.
"I don't know."
Everyone was startled. They looked left and right, but they didn't understand who was speaking.
"It's me."
After being stunned for two seconds, everyone connected this mature voice with Sean.
"What is this?"
For a moment, Ron forgot about Harry and turned to look at Sean's brooch curiously.
"This is not important for now, Ron!"
Hermione reminded angrily.
"Oh, yes--"
Ron responded.
"Harry must have encountered some trouble, don't worry, I will handle it."
Sean lets the brooch speak while preparing to leave here.
Paper airplane's delivery mission will not fail - Terra sect has cast a very special magic on it, so the reason why Harry did not reply is most likely because he was intercepted when writing.
Maybe the Dursleys blocked Harry, maybe Dobby...
After thinking of this, Sean is going to leave Diagon Alley and then move to Number Four, Privet Drive. Before that, he will make some preparations at Diagon Alley to deal with possible situations.
After all, he signed a regulation prohibiting the use of magic. Without magic, it will be difficult to rescue Harry.
But there are only a few. Trace can detect spell energy fluctuations and record the time and place of casting, but Sean does not need to use spells.
Not all magic resides in a wizard's wand.
For example, Flying Ford Anglia was used by Ron to rescue Harry, such as some simple alchemical creations.
"Do you want to go by yourself?"
Diagon Alley In a remote alleyway, Hermione suddenly spoke.
"Hmm."
The brooch replied naturally.
"I can help!"
Ron responded loudly.
"There's a high probability that it won't help..."
Sean quickly closed the brooch and walked towards Trick Shop as if nothing had happened.
"To put it bluntly..."
Ron blushed.
"Harry lives at his aunt's house. Like us, magic cannot be used there."
Justin explained that he already understood what was going on.
"But Harry lives in London, maybe I can help."
Justin If you have any suggestions.
Sean still shook his head. In fact, this is a complicated incident. It is not only the problem of the Dursleys that needs to be solved, but also House-elf.
In the end, Sean came to Trick Shop alone. The twins prepared a room here as a place to make magic props, and Sean took advantage of it.
Diagon Alley It started to rain, and the drops beat on the eaves, and mushroom-shaped flowers bloomed.
Shopkeeper Gurt was still busy. When she quietly peeked into the cubicle, Sean had already left.
There was only a figure riding a broom across the sky in the distance.
at the same time,
Number Four, Privet Drive.
This time Harry covered his head in bed and lit a weak lamp to write a reply to Sean.
He has to let Sean know that there is a monster here and ask him to pay attention to his safety.
But despite being so cautious, problems still occurred.
When Paper airplane was about to be released by him, a pair of big eyes on the hedge emitted a frightened light. As soon as Dobby, who was standing on the tree, snapped his fingers, Harry's desk lamp flew out bizarrely, and then hit Dudley's feet.
There was a scream in the restaurant, and Uncle Vernon rushed in and found Harry holding a Paper airplane. The Paper airplane was actually floating in the air.