Harry's social death

"Hello, are you Mr. Harry Potter?"

A young witch entered, wearing a beautiful robe, with wine-red hair cascading over her shoulders.

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"Yes... I am..." Harry's heart raced slightly under the other person's gaze.

But the witch's next words sent a chill down his spine.

"I am Auror from the Ministry of Magic, and I am here to take you to the Ministry of Magic."

Harry swallowed hard. Had the Ministry of Magic arrived so quickly?

"Are you from the Ministry of Magic? I don't know you. Can I see your identification?"

"There are plenty of people you don't know." The witch put on a stern face, pulled an ID card from her pocket, and waved it, saying, "Any problems?"

Harry shook his head... So what if there's a problem?

He had never seen Auror certificate before, nor did he know if it was real or fake.

"Isn't the trial scheduled for the 12th? Why are they taking me away now?" Harry asked again.

"This is to prevent you from fleeing to avoid punishment; we're detaining you early. Our official letter will arrive soon, so don't waste any more time and get going."

The witch had a very businesslike demeanor, which was quite intimidating.

Vernon smiled smugly:

"Yes, that's Harry. Get this little rascal out of here."

Look what he did to my son!

Send him to your problem school immediately, the kind where he doesn't do any work and isn't given food.

The witch turned to look at Vernon, her voice cold:

Are you teaching me how to do things?

Vernon immediately shrank his thick neck; this woman didn't seem easy to talk to.

Harry almost burst out laughing, but the witch turned her sharp gaze back to him.

"Alright, hand over the wand. Let's go, we're in a hurry."

"I won't go with you, and I won't hand over my wand!" Harry gripped his wand tightly, becoming alert.

William just wrote to him, telling him not to hand over the wand.

Wait... William also said, don't use magic.

How can I protect my wand from an Auror without using magic?

We definitely can't win if we fight.

Seduction?

Harry quickly assessed his own looks... It's a pity he doesn't have William's handsome face, otherwise he could give it a try.

The witch drew her wand, stepped forward, and said coldly:

"What, you want to go against the Ministry of Magic, against me?"

"No... no... I..." Harry stammered, somewhat at a loss.

"Oh, I see. You're waiting for William Stark, aren't you?" The witch tossed her hair and smiled. "Too bad, he's in trouble himself right now."

"What happened to William?" Harry asked anxiously.

"He colluded with Dumbledore to form a reactionary armed group, attempting to assassinate Minister Fudge and establish a separate Ministry of Magic."

After the incident was leaked, Minister Fudge dispatched Auror to arrest him.

You will soon be reunited with him in Azkaban.

Harry was dumbfounded... So much had happened in just one afternoon?

Petunia looked up, her head trembling, and swallowed hard.

"Azkaban? Didn't you say you wanted a trial?"

The witch frowned and looked at Aunt Harry.

"I've heard of Azkaban, it's your most horrible prison!" Petunia suddenly became agitated.

"Harry... he's just a child. At most, he'll be expelled from Hogwarts. Why should he be locked up in prison?"

The witch looked at Petunia strangely and said, "Do we need to explain to you when we arrest someone?"

Vernon tugged at his wife's sleeve, telling her to shut up.

Petunia said weakly, "Vernon, this child... he has to stay here."

"I need to see Dumbledore. He said..."

The witch, caught off guard, retreated in bewilderment.

Harry stood there stunned. He never imagined that his aunt, who hated him the most, would one day stop Auror because of the word "Azkaban".

From whom did she hear about Azkaban?

Harry was utterly confused.

The situation reached a stalemate for a moment, then a male wizard appeared. He entered the room, frowned, and said:

"What's going on? They haven't taken Harry away yet? Time's almost up."

The witch stuck her tongue out at him and said helplessly, "I think I messed it up. You do it!"

The wizard sighed and said gently:

"Madam, I am Auror from the Ministry of Magic. Your son has been attacked by Dementor. Eating some of this will make him much better."

He pulled out a large piece of chocolate.

But no one dared to answer, and Vernon looked at him warily.

The wizard seemed to have expected this; he smiled, broke off a large piece of chocolate, and ate it himself.

"Look, there's no danger."

Harry nodded. "Eating this chocolate will make you feel much better."

"I want to eat..." Dudley cried out listlessly.

The depression he experienced after being attacked by the Dementor was driving him crazy.

Seeing Dudley lying on the sofa, Vernon carefully took the chocolate.

He took a bite first, and then Petunia took a small bite as well.

After waiting for a while and feeling that everything was alright, the two handed it to their precious son.

But after a moment, all three of them collapsed to the ground.

"Aunt, Uncle! What did you feed them?" Harry roared. "I'll fight you to the death!"

"It's nothing, just a little bit of the Draught of Living Death, and Elixir to Induce Euphoria," the wizard chuckled.

"They'll wake up in half an hour and have a wonderful dream, Harry."

"Alright, Harry, hurry up and go. George and Fred are waiting for us outside," the witch urged.

"Who... who are you?" Harry, somewhat confused upon hearing the twins' names.

"It's me, Qiu! I've taken the Polyjuice Potion... Ah, time's up."

As soon as the witch finished speaking, her appearance began to change drastically:

Her burgundy short hair turned into long, straight black hair, her body became shorter, and her curves became flatter... Soon, Qiu appeared in the room.

"Autumn!"

Harry shouted, his heart pounding.

He had never felt so warm before; at that moment, it was as if he had flown from Inferno into heaven.

Qiu has even disguised herself Auror just to come see him?

What a profound concern this is!

And look at Ron and the others... They wrote the letter themselves, but these people are unwilling to say anything at all!

Autumn still cares about me.

Okay, Harry has forgotten: he also wrote to Cho, but she never replied.

Harry doesn't care about any of that!

He flicked his hair, which looked a bit greasy.

Well... he hasn't washed his hair for four days. He doesn't even need to look in the mirror to know that he looks very much like Snape.

Especially the hair.

But it doesn't matter!

The atmosphere was just right, and he was at home in a familiar environment... Harry felt an urge to confess his feelings.

"Qiu, there's something I've always wanted to tell you, I..."

Just as Harry was about to recite a poem, the wizard he had been ignoring began to change.

He became... Cedric!

Harry opened his mouth, his face turning bright red.

Why is he here too?

Did you come with Qiu?

The weather was incredibly hot, but Harry's heart was as cold as winter.

Where are my slippers? Where are my slippers?!

Harry really wanted to slap Cedric unconscious with his slipper, like swatting a cockroach.

Soon, the twins came in, and George winked and said, "Let's hurry up and go. My mother told us something before we left."

Fred continued, "If she doesn't return by the appointed time, she'll come herself!"

Mrs. Weasley was worried about the twins picking up Harry, so she set a time.

Autumn has already wasted most of the day, and there's not much time left.

"Where are we going? The Burrow?" Harry asked hastily.

"I'll tell you the location later. Go pack your things first." Cedric looked around. "Including your Firebolt."

Cho nodded and asked, "Harry, where is your room?"

I'll help you pack; it'll be faster if there are two of us."

Harry was about to readily agree when his expression suddenly changed.

His underwear from a few days ago is still lying on the bedside table.

There was also a basket of dirty clothes, and the bedding hadn't been tidied up... There was even a week's worth of tissues left on the floor for wiping noses.

If Qiu sees this, she'll be socially ruined!

"Don't move! I can handle this myself!"

Harry yelled and ran upstairs.

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