Chapter 276

"... I know you must be oppressed recently, but as long as you keep your nose to the grindstone, everything will be fine. Be careful and don't do anything rash."

At least Sirius understood how Harry felt at the moment.

Yes, Harry sent a letter to Sirius, too.

It must be admitted that Sirius's letter is actually the same as Ron and Hermione's, and he didn't disclose any information to Harry, but Sirius's letter wrote some words of comfort and warning, rather than half hiding and half revealing like them, which made his heart itch.

But then again, Harry basically did as Sirius told him. At least he resisted the temptation, didn't tie the box to the broom, and then flew straight to the burrow to find out.

In fact, Harry felt that his performance had always been very good.

You know, he was trapped in the Dursleys for so long that he had to hide in the flower bed in order to hear some information about Voldemort's actions - which made him quite angry and depressed!

However, Sirius told him not to act recklessly, which was really boring.

He and Voldemort have an ambiguous relationship. From the beginning of confusion to trying to face it now, he has also experienced a lot of messy events.

Maybe every wizard will call him "the boy who survived the disaster" as soon as he sees him! Now he seems to have a sense of responsibility in his heart... No, to be exact, it's the feeling of being a "main party".

He couldn't understand why it was like everyone was avoiding him this time. What happened?

Thinking so, Harry crossed Magnolia Crescent street, turned into Magnolia Road, and habitually walked towards the gradually darkened playground.

But as soon as he took one step, he stopped again.

"Will you follow me?"

Harry found that he couldn't say anything cruel to the timid looking woman. He could even refuse the other party to follow him in a relatively euphemistic tone.

Even if he suspected from the beginning, the woman was actually a beast whose tusks had not yet been exposed.

"But I... Have no other place to go..."

The woman took a step back as if to confirm the distance. She, who has always been sensitive to other people's emotions, has vaguely sensed Harry's refusal to her.

"And..." she murmured, "what you just said... Wait until school starts..."

"I didn't say I must take you!" said Harry angrily.

Perhaps Harry was depressed recently, and the woman in front of him was inexplicable. When he said this, the volume increased unconsciously.

The woman was obviously stunned for a moment, and then there was a sense of cowardice all over her that was incompatible with her age. Facing Harry, a boy nearly ten years younger than her, she was the first to flinch.

"Ah... Um... Yes, I'm sorry..." the woman took several steps back again. She looked at Harry at a loss. Then she turned and ran away.

Harry looked in the direction she was leaving, subconsciously extended his hand to the figure, but then threw his half extended hand behind him.

"What and what! Who the hell is she?"

Harry could not help feeling that his irritability index seemed to have risen by a whole level!

The playground is still locked, but it's no different from not locking. Harry jumped over and walked on the dry and messy lawn. As usual, it was empty with the surrounding streets.

Next to a swing, Harry picked up a Dudley swing and sat down before they had time to break it. He bent his arm around one side of the chain and stared at the ground with melancholy eyes.

The Dursleys found him today, so he can no longer hide in the flower bed. Tomorrow he must find another way to eavesdrop on the news.

For the same reason, he can't expect anything today, and then there will be a terrible night in front of him.

Incidentally, the scar on his forehead began to prick again these days, which really made him very uncomfortable.

Although he also found that the "brain closure" can stop the pain, it can only relieve the pain and can't be prevented. He can't close the brain all the time - he can't do it at all.

But he knew that Ron, Hermione and Sirius might not have any good ideas. Maka may be able to tell him something, but he can't contact him unilaterally. What's the use?

"No, no one can blame Marca..."

People gave him the note on brain sealing early in the morning. Without it, he would only be more painful now - he can't be so heartless.

But should he wait like this? It's too suffocating... His inner resentment keeps accumulating, so he can't help but want to shout out.

He is the champion of the top three competition! Although the champion seems to have water, he can understand it. After all, even he doesn't believe that he won Maka.

But anyway, he is also a champion! He is also very hard!

In order to pass those strange and thrilling checkpoints, he not only spent 12 minutes on preparation, but also had many dangers in the underground tower.

And what did he get in return? I was trapped in the small Huijin district for four weeks and almost completely lost contact with the magic world.

He had to squat among the dying hydrangeas every day so that he could hear the news of tiger skin parrot sledding?

The only time I attended the audio-visual meeting was a pair of strange violent sisters who took him directly to the scene after he was confused!

These angry thoughts kept churning in Harry's mind and confused him.

At this time, night has fallen, and another dark and muggy night has come.

The air was filled with a mixed smell of withered grass, and the sound of cars roaring past on the road outside the playground could only be heard around.

Harry didn't know how long he had sat on the swing until the faint voice interrupted his meditation. He looked up and saw the dim lights from the street lamps.

Several figures were passing through the playground in the distance. One of them hummed a vulgar song, while others laughed and scolded.

Faintly, there was a slight click, which was the chain sound made by several high-end highway vehicles being pushed.

Harry knew who the group was - the leader was undoubtedly his cousin Dudley Dursley, who was walking home with his friends.

Dudley is still as tall and powerful as he used to be, but over the past year, he has strictly controlled his diet, coupled with a newly developed talent, which has greatly improved his fat belly.

Recently, Uncle Vernon would say that Dudley has become the champion of the juvenile heavyweight inter school boxing competition in the southeast. Uncle Vernon's "noble movement" obviously made Dudley more frightening.

Harry still remembers that when he was in primary school, he was the first free sandbag for Dudley to practice the sport. At that time, he felt that Dudley's fist was powerful enough.

Although he had no fear of his big cousin now, he felt that Dudley's fist was getting more and more accurate and cruel, and it was not necessarily something worthy of congratulations.

The children in the neighborhood are afraid of Dudley - even more than the potter boy. Parents had warned them that "Potter" was an unrepentant gangster who was conducting control education at the juvenile School of the St. Bruce safety center.

Of course, Harry knew that it must have been spread by his "good" uncle and aunt.

Harry watched the dark figures walk across the grass, wondering who they beat up again tonight.

"Come on! Look back, my cousin! I'm sitting here alone! Come and clench your fist at me!" he thought bored.

If Dudley's violent accomplices saw him sitting here, they would rush straight at him. What would his "good cousin" do?

He certainly didn't want to lose face in front of his "friends", but he didn't dare to provoke Harry. It must be fun to watch him in a dilemma, ridicule him and appreciate the uncomfortable way he can't resist!

If anyone else dares to beat Harry, of course he is prepared - he has a magic wand in his hand! Try it! He is eager to vent his depression on the boys who have made his life like hell!

But all this is just thinking.

Fighting with Muggles is definitely unwise. He must not use magic. It would be really bad if he was expelled from school.

Dudley's group walked farther and farther along Mulan road until the sound disappeared at the end of their sight.

"You can rest assured, Sirius," Harry murmured gloomily. "Don't act rashly and keep yourself... Just the opposite of what you did."

He jumped off the swing and stretched himself.

In the Dursleys, my aunt and uncle seemed to think that when Dudley appeared at home, this time point should be the threshold time. Usually after that time, it was too late.

Uncle Vernon had threatened to lock Harry in the shed if he came home after Dudley.

So Harry yawned and went to the gate of the playground with a sad face.

Magnolia Road is similar to Privet Drive. Large square houses are arranged along the way, and the grass is carefully trimmed. And their owners were big, square men, with household cars that were as spotlessly polished as Uncle Vernon.

Harry preferred the little whinging area at night. The curtains were pulled for each window, as if they were dotted with different colors on a black canvas.

If he passed here during the day, he would always hear the head of household at the door muttering dissatisfaction about him, a "juvenile offender", which would not happen at night.

He walked very fast. Halfway along Mulan Road, he saw Dudley's gang again. They

"What are they doing?"

Harry walked into the shadow of a big lilac tree, looked over there, and then showed a look of amazement.