"What do you want to do!"
Vernon shouted,
"You're using that damn thing again--let me see it!"
He snatched Harry's letter and saw only "I don't want to be here". Paper airplane passed through his hand and began to fly crookedly.
"Ah! What is this!"
Vernon watched in horror as Paper airplane flew away unsteadily.
"I warned you! I will not tolerate you using your special powers in my home!"
His expression was fierce, but at the next moment, his expression changed slightly, because an owl flew in from the restaurant window like a whirlwind, dropped a letter on his head, and then flew away like a whirlwind.
Vernon yelled after reading it, with a devilish light shining in his little eyes.
"Read this!"
He waved the letter delivered by the owl and said viciously,
"Take it—read it!"
Harry took the letter and it only contained:
[Mr. Potter: We received a report that you used a Hover Charm at your residence at 3:12 this afternoon.
You know that underage wizards are not allowed to use magic outside of school. If you engage in such behavior again, you may be expelled from the school (The Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards Act, 1875, paragraph 3).
Please also remember that according to Article 13 of <International Confederation of Wizards' Secrecy Law>, any magical activities that may attract the attention of non-Magical World members (Muggle) are serious violations.
Have a happy summer!
Mafalda Hopkirk,
Ministry of Magic Office for the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic]
He used magic? When?
Harry was stunned. He inexplicably thought of the desk lamp flying out, and then saw the face of the little monster on the tree.
Didn't give him more time to think,
Vernon pressed down on Harry like a big bulldog, with all its teeth exposed.
"Ah, I've got news for you, kid... I'm going to lock you up... You'll never go back to that school... ever... If you use magic to escape - they'll expel you!"
He really did what he said.
He found someone to put iron bars on Harry's windows, and personally installed a trap door on the bedroom door, turning the compartment into something like a prison cell.
Isolated from Harry's hope.
Time passed slowly, and the streets were soaked by the heavy rain. Harry knew that the Dursleys would not be merciful and let him out.
At the same time, what he knew better was that the damn monster outside the house would never let him go. He even suspected that the monster was a minion of Voldemort.
Think about it, if the monster wants him to stay here all the time, he will either not be able to go to school and be expelled from Hogwarts; or he can't stand it and uses magic, and will eventually be expelled.
Who will laugh the most?
Of course there are only the Dursleys and Voldemort.
He looked at the distant, dark horizon. The clouds were like gray sponges filled with water.
There were a lot of unclear things there. Harry's eyes were filled with worry. If he couldn't use magic and there was a little monster watching, what would Sean do?
And him, how... he's always causing trouble.
In sorrow, Harry gradually lost consciousness. In the last picture in his mind, there was nothing and no one in the horizon.
So he fell asleep unknowingly, and slept very uneasily. He dreamed that he was put on display in a zoo, and the card on the cage said "Little Wizard".
People looked at him through the iron fence. He was lying on the straw, dying of hunger. He saw Dobby's face in the crowd, and Dobby shouted, "Harry Potter will be locked in a cage for the rest of his life!" After that, he disappeared.
Then he saw the Dursley family, and Dudley shook the iron cage railing and laughed at him.
"Harry."
He heard a mature voice, and the voice never stopped. He opened his eyes, and the moonlight shone in through the window grilles.
A Black Cat stood between the windows, its dark hair dyed silver in the moonlight, and the sound came from the buttons between its hair.
"You wake up, let's go."
Black Cat is still talking.
"What am I dreaming about again..."
Harry murmured to himself.
Then he saw Black Cat jump up and transform into a wizard he was very familiar with.
"The cat turned into Sean--this is too unreal--"
Harry thought he was dreaming.
"Don't be stupid."
Sean in front of me said.
"Sean doesn't sound like this, and it doesn't speak like this. Also, you obviously didn't open your mouth."
Harry lay back on the bed and closed his eyes.
Sean was speechless for a moment.
He actually arrived very early, but he didn't want to get into trouble with Dobby, so he only appeared after the House-elf disappeared.
He waited for a while until Harry pinched his arm and then jumped up from the bed:
"It's not a dream!"
"What should we do?"
Harry looked at Sean worriedly. He had just accepted that this was actually Sean.
Then he realized that what he was worried about was simply a piece of cake here at Sean.
The iron railings were corroded by Sean using a Potions. Outside the window, two Flying Broomsticks were waiting for them.
There are many magic spells cast on the broom: including wind protection, automatic path finding, automatic flight, etc.
So Harry left that cage like a dream.
At night, the rain stopped, Sean was holding Professor Dumbledore's notes and reading them, while Harry was hesitant to speak.
"Sorry,"
Harry said,
"It's really troublesome for me to ask you to help me every time."
He lowered his head.
He has been receiving help since he enrolled in Hogwarts...Sean lent him notes even though he was not familiar with him, and also accepted him into Hope Cottage. When Voldemort attacked him, it was the same Sean who led them to face Voldemort... but he was always causing trouble.
Obviously he didn't pay much at all...
Seeing Harry's cautious look, Sean remembered the dark and cramped place just now. It was under the stairs, dark and full of spiders.
He remembered the cold canned soup that Petunia had just sent to Harry, with only a little food in it.
He sighed.
"Harry, why do you ask this? You have already suffered a lot."
Although it was clearly under the moonlight, Harry could not see anything clearly.
He only knows that he will never forget this day, forget this rain, forget someone told him... Harry, it doesn't matter, I will help, because you need help.
Leaky Cauldron has arrived.
The bar is located in Muggle street of London Charing Cross Road. The appearance is dark and shabby, in the Tudor style of the Victoria era.
Sean put away the broom and let Harry's one automatically cruise to Trick Shop.
Then he and Harry walked into the bar, where there were many people waiting for them.