Chapter 93： Free (changed)

Neither Aunt Vernon nor Aunt Petunia would knock on the door. They just rudely pulled the movable door open and handed over some cold soup. As for Dudley, he would knock on the door deliberately to stimulate Harry, but his strength was so great that he almost knocked off the wall. It would never be such a civilized and rhythmic knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Harry heard his voice became strange because of nervousness.

"It's me, Allen" Allen's voice is as calm as ever.

"Thank goodness, Alan, it's great that you can come! I have been here for three days with Uncle Vernon. Hunger is not a problem, and my biggest worry is that no one knows that I am here, and will come back Not at Hogwarts. "Harry licked his lips and felt a heart fall to the ground.

But Allen caught the key word in his words-hunger. He took a large bag of food from the storage compartment and stuffed it in the same way through the trap door.

"You saved me!" Harry mumbled a turkey sandwich in his mouth, making a vague voice.

"Harry, lean back, I'll find a way to open the door!" Allen felt that this was not a way, reminded Harry.

Allen wanted to draw out his wand and use the Arahuo hole to open, but randomly shook his head and put down the wand. I saw him step back a few steps and then run up, take off, violently kick ... "Bang"! Only a loud noise was heard, the door lock was flicked, and the door banged against the wall and bounced back.

Harry stared at Allen ’s brutal practice, and sandwiched the sandwich in his mouth and forgot to chew. After a while, he vaguely said, "Thank you, Allen!"

"It's nothing." Allen just said this, and then walked to the cage of Harry's snowy owl, Hedwig, and sighed, "It's really embarrassing!"

"I didn't have to eat, and Hedwig was even more pitiful! Alan, you can put it out now, it can find it for yourself." Harry continued to chew the food, this is the best sandwich he has ever eaten !

Allen reached out to open the cage and let out Hedwig. The wise owl tilted his head and gently pecked Allen's fingers to express gratitude, then flew out of the room and flew away from the open window downstairs.

"Okay, where is your luggage?" Allen clapped his hands and asked easily.

"What I went to school, my wand and flying broom are locked in the dark cabinet downstairs." Harry looked at Allen, and obviously still needed Allen to continue kicking.

The two men ran to the dark cabinet downstairs. Allen reapplied and kicked the cabinet door. Harry and Allen hurriedly stuffed things into the box and walked out of the door.

"Do you want to leave a note?" Allen asked Harry as he passed the living room. Although Allen did not resent the mistreatment of Harry by the Vernons, after all, Penny adopted her sister's son knowing the dangers she might face, even if some of them were threatened by Dumbledore.

"They won't worry about me!" Harry looked expressionless, but after thinking about it, he pulled out a quill pen and wrote on a note: "I went to my friend's house.-Harry."

The note was very simple. Pressing the paper on the table where they usually ate, Allen and Harry walked out of the door suddenly and walked away.

Because Harry was pushing a big box, they planned to take a taxi first to the fireplace with the flyway net connected. The big suitcase was stuffed into the trunk of the car, and the car rushed out like an arrow. Looking at No. 4 Privet Drive, Harry just wanted to never go back there again.

When he borrowed a fireplace from a wizard shop and flew to Allen, he saw the familiar villa with red bricks and white windows and breathed the fresh and natural air. Harry's despair and helplessness were left behind. He thought it was here. Everything has a free, unrestrained taste.

Opened the door, no one was at home. Allen placed Harry's salute in his room, and made a pot of black tea for Harry.

"Why are you locked up?" Allen asked knowingly, he wanted to say if he saw Harry had a stomach.

Harry originally told Alan Dobby, the warning it gave to Harry, and the pudding that was torn down.

"When I asked why it was doing this ~ www.novelhall.com ~ It always hits his head against the wall!" Harry looked puzzled, and he wondered who wanted to stop him from returning to Hogwarts.

"Although house-elves have magic, they can't just reveal their master's secrets. If they leak out, they will punish themselves." Allen explained Dobby's self-mutilation.

"I guess Malfoy instructed it to do it, only he would not want me to go back to Hogwarts and be happy to see me out of luck." Harry concluded.

Dobby was indeed from the Malfoy family, although the reason it prevented Harry from returning to Hogwarts was completely different from what Harry thought.

Harry flipped through the newspapers on the table, saw the latest issue of the Prophet Daily, and spread it out to see the photos of the Allen family awarded the medal. This is a very long report, but it introduces the reasons why Mr. Harris ’s family was awarded the Merlin Jazz Class 3 Medal in a few sentences, and then it is accompanied by a large group photo. The Sri Lankan family's position in the Ministry of Magic, of which Fudge himself is not short.

"Allen, you actually defeated a sea snake! You know, it is a three-star magical animal!" Harry lamented not Allen's strength, but Allen's wonderful holiday experience.

Not long after they chatted, Harry's owl Hedwig flew in from the window, fluttered his wings and stopped on the shelf belonging to the Benny owl, drank a little water, and combed his feathers comfortably.

"I think you should write to Ron and they can't reach you. They must be in a hurry." Allen looked at Hedwig and made suggestions.

Harry's eyes lit up, took out the quill pen and parchment, and wrote on the table, "I'm at Allen's house, everything is fine!" Harry wrote three copies of the same content, and gave Hedwig to Ron separately. , Hermione and Hagrid.