Chapter 796

I've just been attacked by Dementors and may be expelled from Hogwarts.

I want to know what's going to happen next and when I'm going to be kicked out of here.

As soon as Harry returned to his desk in his dark bedroom, he copied the words into three different parchments.

He sent the first letter to Sirius, the second to Ron, and the third to Hermione and van Lin.

Harry's Owl, Hedwig, is now out foraging and the cage on its table is empty.

Harry paced up and down the bedroom waiting for Hedwig to come back. His head was pounded. Although his eyes were tingling and itching from fatigue, his brain was losing sleep because he was too excited.

Dudley's back has been aching since he came home with Dudley on his back. The bump on the window and Dudley's punch left two lumps on Harry's head, and they are also painful.

Harry paced up and down, killing time with anger and frustration, grinding his teeth and clenching his fist.

Every time he came to the window, he looked at the empty, starry night sky with angry eyes.

The Dementors were sent to him, and Mrs. Figge and Mundungus Fletcher followed him in secret, and were later expelled from Hogwarts and told to attend the Ministry of magic hearings - and worst of all, no one has told him what would happen.

And about the wizard's roaring letter.

Whose voice is so terrible and vicious when it reverberates in the kitchen? Why is he still here without any news? Why does everyone treat him like a naughty child? He was just asked to stay in the house and not to use any more magic.

When Harry passed by, he kicked the school suitcase, but it was far from venting his anger. It just made him feel worse. As he did now, besides the pain in other parts of his body, his toes also began to ache violently. Just as Harry limped past the window again, Hedwig flew in through the window, flapping her soft rustling wings like a ghost.

"What time is it?" As Hedwig stood on the top of the cage, Harry said angrily, "put that thing down. I have work for you to do!" With a dead frog in her mouth, Hedwig looked at Harry with her huge, round, amber eyes, full of blame.

"Come here," said Harry, picking up the three parchments and a belt and wrapping the letter around Hedwig's feet. "Send these directly to Sirius, Ron, van Lin and Hermione, and don't come back until you get a reply of sufficient length. If you get there, peck at them until they write a fairly long response. Do you understand? "

Hedwig's voice was discontented, and the frog was still in her mouth.

"Let's go then," said Harry. She set off at once.

Just as Hedwig flew away, Harry fell on the bed, staring straight at the dark ceiling. Among other painful feelings, he is now guilty of his rough treatment of Hedwig.

Hedwig was his only friend at four Privet Drive.

Harry decides to make up for Hedwig when she returns with Sirius, Ron, van Lin and Hermione.

They'll certainly write back soon: they can't ignore the Dementor attack. Because of his quick reaction to the Ministry of magic, perhaps tomorrow, when he wakes up, three bulging envelopes full of sympathy and plans will be handed to him.

With this comforting thought, the sleepiness swept over Harry, and all further thoughts fell silent.

But Hedwig didn't come back the next morning. Harry stayed in the bedroom all day, only to go to the bathroom to leave.

Three times that day, Aunt Petunia handed food in from the cat hole Uncle Vernon had installed three years ago.

Every time Harry heard his aunt approaching, he tried to ask about the wizard's roaring letter, but every time it was like consulting the doorknob.

In addition, the Dursleys let him stay in the bedroom. Harry couldn't see what power he would get from being with them, except that it might make him more angry and perform more illegal magic.

This continued for three days. Harry was so full of excess energy that he couldn't solve anything. Every time he walked around the bedroom, he was extremely angry at the people who had left him in this dirty, stuffy place. At the same time, every once in a while, he would lie in bed for an hour, staring numbly into the air, thinking of the Ministry's hearings with a sort of fear of pain 。

What if their ruling is against him? What if he's fired and his wand is broken in two? What can he do? Where can he go? He couldn't go back to the days when he lived with the Dursleys every day. He didn't like the past. He knew another world he really belonged to.

Maybe he could move into Sirius' house, as Sirius suggested a year ago when he cleared his grievances in Dumbledore's office?But Harry is still under age. Can he be allowed to live alone with his godfather? Or where he's going to go and decide where he's going?

Or maybe his violation of international witchcraft secrecy regulations is serious enough to qualify him for a room in Azkaban?

Whenever these thoughts occurred, Harry would slide out of bed and pace the bedroom again.

On the fourth night of Hedwig's departure, when Uncle Vernon entered the bedroom, Harry was at one of his most indifferent stages, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, and his exhausted brain was blank.

Harry looked at him slowly. Uncle Vernon was dressed in his best clothes and had an expression of extreme affectation.

"Are we going out?"

"Sorry?"

"We - so to say, your aunt, Dudley and I are just about to go out."

"Very well," said Harry dully, his eyes returning to the ceiling.

"You are not allowed to leave the bedroom while we are out."

"No problem."

"You are not allowed to touch TV, stereo and any property belonging to us."

"Yes."

"You are not allowed to steal food from the refrigerator."

"Yes."

"I'll lock your door."

"You can do it."

Uncle Vernon stared at Harry, obviously suspicious of the lack of bickering, and then he slammed out of the room and closed the door behind him. Harry heard the key turning in the lock, and Uncle Vernon's heavy steps downstairs.

A few minutes later, he heard the sound of the garage door opening, the roar of the engine, and finally the sound of a car driving into the road. Harry had no particular feeling about the Dursleys leaving.

It makes no difference to him whether they are at home or not. He didn't even get up and turn on the bedroom light.

As Harry lies in bed listening to the sound of the night through the never closed window, the room around him gets darker, and he's just waiting for a blessed moment for Hedwig to come back.

The empty house creaked next to Harry. The pipe gurgled.

Harry was lying in bed with a sort of half coma, not thinking about anything, temporarily forgetting the pain. Then, clearly, he heard a crash in the kitchen below. He sat up straight up and listened.

The Dursleys couldn't come back, it was too short, and he would hear their cars anyway.

There was silence for a few seconds, and then there was a voice.

His idea was that there was a burglar, and his feet slipped off the bed - but the next moment he realized that the burglars would lower their voices and that whoever was moving in the kitchen would not do so to get himself into trouble.

Harry grabbed his wand from the bedside table and stood facing the bedroom door, listening as much as he could.

The next moment, with a loud click of the lock, his bedroom door opened and Harry jumped up.

Harry stood still, staring through the open door at the dark upstairs landing, cocking his ears to hear more, but no one came up. He hesitated, then moved quickly and quietly out of the room to the top of the stairs.

His heart went up to his throat.

Someone was standing in the shadow of the living room downstairs, silhouetted by the glare of street lamps coming through the frosted glass. As far as he could see, about eight or nine people were looking up at him.

"Lower your wand before you blow someone's eyes," growled a deep voice. Harry's heart was beating uncontrollably. He recognized the voice, but he did not lower his wand.

"Is that Professor moody?" He asked uncertainly. "I don't know any professors," the voice replied, "I've never taught you anything, have I? Come down here. We want to see you. "

Harry lowered the wand a little, but he held on to it without any movement. He has every reason to doubt. In the last nine months, the guy he thought was mad eyed Moody's was found to be not Moody's at all, but an impostor, to be exact, twice. Two impostors, and worse, he tried to kill Harry before he was exposed.

But before Harry decided what to do next, another, slightly husky voice came upstairs.

"It's all right, Harry. Let's take you. "

Harry's heart was beating fast. He also recognized the voice, although he had not heard it for more than a year.

"Professor Lu Ping?" He asked in disbelief, "is that you?"

"Why are we standing in the dark?" The third voice said, this voice is completely strange, it's a woman, "LumosA wand sparkled, and the magic light lit the entire living room.

Harry blinked. The people below were huddled on the stairs, staring at Harry attentively, and some even raised their heads as Scottish herring to see better.

REMs lupin stands closest to Harry.

"I don't need it, don't, you know, I can see it." Harry was excited by the sound of a familiar voice that could no longer be familiar with.

"Is it you, Fanlin?" "Hallington said in a loud voice.

"Oh, no surprise, Harry, I think you should pack your luggage and give it to me. We should go." "Fan Lin said with a smile and then squeezed up from the corridor.

"Oh, he looks like I thought," said the witch, holding her wand, which was shining high.

Don't you?

She had a pale face, black eyes, and her short, pointed hair purple, and a violent shadow.

"Merlin's beard "

Yes, I know what you mean, Ramos," said a bald black wizard, standing farthest behind him - he had a deep, slow voice and a gold ring in his ear - "he looks like James."

"Except for eyes," said an old wizard, who was standing behind, panting, white haired, "it was Lily's eyes."

Mad eyed hamus moody, the old man with long gray hair and a large missing nose, was looking at Harry through his suspicion of unmatched eyes.

One of his eyes is small, black, beads like, and the other is huge, round and iron blue - the devil eye can penetrate the walls, the doors and Moody's own back brain to see things.

"Are you sure it's him, Lupin?" "If we take back a damn imitator, it's good," he growled. We should ask him questions that only real Porter knows. Unless anyone takes the virtatasram

"Harry, what is your patron charm in shape?" Lupin asked, "a stag." Harry said nervously.

"It's him, moody's." Lupin replied.

"You should believe me, Professor moody, I lived with him for four years in a bedroom." Fan Lin said helplessly, "and, in the Dursley family..."

"You can't relax and be alert, though you are good at your ability, you still lack exercise, or Dumbledore won't get you here..."

"Your trip is over?" Harry came up and asked in a whisper.

"Come back and explain to you that Dumbledore called everyone back after you had an accident." "We are going to a place where Hermione and Ron are here," Van Lin said helplessly

"OK." Harry nodded hastily, "nice to meet you, van der Lin."

"I'm the same. Go ahead. Heidelver is waiting for you."

Hally swallowed a mouthful of water.

Everyone was still staring at him curiously, Harry went down the stairs and, as he walked up, he put the wand in the pocket behind his jeans.

"Don't put the wand there, boy!" Moody yelled, "what if it's lit? Better wizards burn to the hips, you know! "

"Do you know who burned his hips?" The purple haired witch asked mad eyed Han moody with great interest.

"It's none of your business. You just take your wand out of your buttock pocket!" "This is the basic wand security measure, and no one will think it's in trouble," moody yelled

"But he stumbled over the way to the kitchen, and I saw it!"

Moody added with a burst of anger when he saw the witch turning her eyes to the ceiling.

Lupin reached out his hand and shook Harry's hand. "How are you?" He looked at Harry very close and asked.

"I'm fine." Harry said. "Just some..."

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