Popular Web NovelsChapter 522 Harry's Holiday LifeChapter 522 Harry's Holiday Life
The third Friday in July, morning.
The outside the window is still dark blue, only the distant horizon is a faint fish belly white.
The air was muggy, and Privet Drive was enveloped in a drowsy silence.
Harry woke up from the bed, his mind still a little dazed, and the image that he had not completely forgotten flashed in his mind. It was a long and dark corridor, and at the end of each corridor was a dead end or a locked door. ...
"I have another nightmare..."
Harry raised his hand and touched his forehead. The slightly moist thing was sweat, and the rough feeling next to it was scab. During this period, the scar would occasionally sting, which was very uncomfortable. It means that Voldemort's power is becoming stronger again, which is nothing surprising.
But it doesn't hurt today.
Harry put down his hands and slowly breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that it is not the influence of Voldemort..."
He guessed that these dreams were probably like the trapped beasts he had when he was awake. related to emotions.
There was a sound of wings flapping outside the window, and the owl postman selling newspapers landed on the window edge. Harry stood up quickly, took out a few coins and handed them over, taking this morning's Daily Prophet by the way.
Having a quick glance at the title on the front page, Harry sighed softly and looked up at the sky that was lit up a little. The question that always hung in his mind became more and more urgent: Why hasn't anything happened yet?
A kind of uneasiness mixed with anxiety and worry unexpectedly overwhelmed him again, torturing him slowly and persistently.
It was like this for a long time. Every morning at five o'clock, he would wake up before the alarm clock rang and pay for the newspaper delivered by the owl. Unfortunately, continuing to subscribe to the newspaper had no effect.
These days, he just glances at the first page and throws the newspaper aside. These idiots who run newspapers, once they know that Voldemort is back, they will definitely make the news a front-page headline. This is the only thing Harry cares about.
Two mornings a week, the owl would deliver two letters he was expecting, one from Ron and one from Sirius. Harry had been counting on letters from the wizarding world to bring him some useful news, but this expectation was dashed long ago.
That was the letter on the first Friday after the holidays:
"Dear Harry: We can't say much about that. My mother told us not to talk about anything. Important things to prevent our letters from being sent to the wrong place. We are very busy now, but I can't go into details with you here. Many things have happened, and we will tell you when we meet you."
小. Sirius's letter did not reveal any news. Fortunately, it contained some words of warning and comfort, rather than being half-hidden and unbearably amusing: "I know this must be very frustrating for you. As long as you stay on your toes, everything will be fine." Get better, be careful and don't do anything reckless..."
Harry lowered his head slumped and saw that the usually shiny cars were now parked in the driveway with dust. Only Uncle Vernon's car was slightly cleaner. The once lush grass had turned brown and the watering hoses had been taken out of service due to the severe drought.
As the days of July pass by, summer in Surrey is getting hotter and hotter.
The usual pastimes of the residents on Privet Drive are cleaning cars and mowing lawns. Now they are unable to do either of these things. They can only hide in cold houses, open the windows wide, and hope A cool breeze can blow in that doesn't exist.
If there is anything worth looking forward to in days like this, it is that for a quarter of an hour after dinner every day, he can call and chat with his two other good friends. Although Loren and Hermione could only wait for the news by watching the newspaper.
Before this, he could only hide in his room and pass the time by practicing magic.
...
Towards evening, in the Dursleys' living room.
Harry and the Dursleys were watching TV together. The two adults sat together, while he sat alone on a single sofa further away.
The Dursleys looked at each other from time to time, and then looked at Harry cautiously.
It seems that because he grew up too fast in a short period of time, the boy with black hair and glasses looks a little thin, his cheeks are fleshless, and a lightning-shaped scar is printed on his forehead, which is slightly sickly and gray-white. A T-shirt paired with loose jeans and newly bought sneakers...
Looks no different from an ordinary middle school student - except that he uses magic every day to conjure enough water for Vernon to wash the car, and to make the room Ice cubes that keep you cool...
Harry pretended not to notice their scrutinizing glances. The three of them were extremely awkward, but they still remained silent in tacit agreement, listening to the worthless fruit bran nutritional breakfast commercial jingle on TV.
Harry was waiting for the seven o'clock news, trying to find any clues about Voldemort and the Death Eaters from the Muggle news, such as some large-scale disasters, such as people missing for unknown reasons, or something strange happened. Accident...
The heat and embarrassment were tormenting the hearts of the three people. The sound of oil sizzling could be heard in the air. At this moment, an old lady slowly walked by the window. The voice came into the house:
"Good afternoon, the Dursleys... Harry, come to my house for tea when you have time..."
Of course Harry knows her, she lives there. Mrs. Figg, who lives next door on Wisteria Road, has many cats and has a weird temper. She seemed to be much more enthusiastic about Harry this holiday, probably because Aunt Petunia had explained to the neighbors that he was not an incorrigible rascal, nor was he being rehabilitated at St. Brutus' Correctional Center for Incorrigible Juveniles.
"I will. Thank you for the invitation, Mrs. Figg." Harry responded in a loud voice.
The old man turned a corner, and his figure gradually disappeared, leaving only the swaying hydrangea bushes, and the stiff and stagnant atmosphere was broken. Vernon moved his butt, and the fat on his body trembled:
"Drinking tea, Dudley also went out to drink tea, right?"
"He went to the Porches' house. "Aunt Petunia said with a smile, "He has made a lot of new friends, and everyone likes him so much, so he doesn't have to stay at home and play games all day."
Harry didn't say anything because of the seven o'clock news. The beginning music had already started playing, and he was so nervous that his internal organs were slightly tense.
Headlines: Spanish baggage handlers' strike enters second week, leaving holidaymakers stranded at airports...
"If I were me, I'd give them a lifelong siesta!"
Harry didn't care Uncle Vernon's vicious voice made another stone fall in his heart. After all, if something really happened, the headlines would be death and disaster, not vacationers stranded at the airport.
The following news was more ordinary, such as the drought in the southeast, a helicopter crashing in a field in Surrey, and then a famous actress divorcing her famous husband... Finally, Bungie the budgie has found a new way to stay cool this summer - he's learned to water ski...
Suddenly, a loud, echoing crack pierced the sleepy waters. Sleep in silence!
Harry stood up suddenly and took out his wand from the pocket of his jeans like a sword. He was sure that the explosion just now was made when someone teleported.
Who is it?
Friend or enemy?
Just as Harry was looking at the street, trying to figure out where the sound came from, two big purple hands stretched out from behind, grasped his collar tightly, and Leave him behind.
"Put it away, kid! Come on! Don't let anyone see it!"
Uncle Vernon roared into his ear, and the next moment he leaned his face out of the window and shouted, "What a charming night! Did you hear the sound of the car backfiring just now? It scared Petunia and me. "I was so shocked!"
It was then that Harry noticed several faces peeking out of various windows from the neighbors, especially the lady opposite who was staring at them with wide eyes. , perhaps seeing the ugly, crazy smile on Vernon's face, those curious neighbors slowly disappeared from the window. Uncle Vernon turned to glare at Harry and asked in a voice trembling with anger: "What the hell are you doing, kid?"
"What have I done? ?"
"Making that noise, like a pistol firing, right outside our window."
"I didn't make that sound."
"Don't be a smart boy with me. I know what your intentions are. You want to do something outrageous because you were beaten by Dudley." The competition is over..."
Huh?
Uncle Vernon actually thought that he made that noise just for the limelight?
Harry tried hard to restrain himself from snorting.
"We are not fools, you know." Aunt Petunia said nervously, and she suddenly lowered her voice, "You have used enough magic this holiday, you must abide by the rules, otherwise..."
"It's really not me!" Harry wanted to explain, but couldn't explain it at all.
"Ignore the noise, kid!" Uncle Vernon waved his fist, "Next time something like this happens, I'll put you in the shed and lock you up!"
< br>"Okay..." Aunt Petunia patted her husband's shoulder, her long and thin horse face expressionless, "Harry, go get Dada back, we are going to prepare dinner."
Ha Lee took a deep breath and muttered depressedly: "I know."
He dragged his heavy steps out of the door, barely paying attention to the path under his feet, and subconsciously walked towards the playground.
The Dursleys were shrewd in some ways, but incredibly stupid when it came to their baby son Dudley, who spent every night of the summer vacation making up stupid lies about being He went to the house of one of his gangster friends for tea, and they actually listened to him.
When he occasionally walked in Little Whinging, he had seen these behaviors of those people. In fact, Dudley didn't go to have tea anywhere at all. He and his buddies destroyed public property in the playground every night. , smoking on the street corner, throwing stones at passing cars and children.
Crossing Magnolia Crescent Street, turned onto Magnolia Road, and walked towards the amusement park, which was gradually getting dark.
At a certain moment, Harry had the urge to simply tie the box to his broomstick and fly directly to the Burrow.
The impulse was so tempting that he would have been unable to resist it had it not been for Hermione's advice on the train.
The door to the playground was locked. Harry jumped over and walked forward on the dry grass. The playground was as empty as the surrounding streets. He came to where the swings were and found On a swing that Dudley and his friends had not had time to destroy, he sat on it, holding a chain on one arm and looking at the ground sadly.
Dudley will go home on his own when the time comes. The guy won't miss any dinner, he just has to wait here.
Night gradually fell, and a sultry and soft night arrived. The air was filled with the smell of warm hay, and all around could be heard the low sound of vehicles coming from the road outside the playground railing...
He didn't know how long he sat on the swing, and then the sound of other people's voices interrupted his contemplation.
He raised his head and saw that the street lights on the surrounding streets cast a hazy light and shadow. A group of figures were walking through the playground talking and laughing. The one at the front was Dudley.
He is still as tall and tall as before, but after a year of strict diet control and his newly developed boxing talent, his physique is no longer as fat as before, but has become stronger. But Harry felt that Dudley's punches were getting harder and more accurate, which was not something worth celebrating.
Harry held back a yawn and watched them walk out of the playground, following them slowly and leisurely.
"...He squeals like a pig, right?"
"Nice right hook, Dago."
The rude laughter continued until under the lilac tree at the entrance of the street, and the group of people who made the rude laughter dispersed.
"See you then."
"See you tomorrow, Da!"
"Goodbye, Da brother!"
Wait until those voices have gone away , Harry walked out from under the tree, slowly caught up with his cousin who was humming a tune in front of him, and chatted with him.
"Hey, Brother Da!"
"It's you."
"When did you become Brother Da?"
"None of your business."
"Who did you beat up tonight?"
"Who knows?"
They turned into the narrow alley, which was much darker than the two streets it connected because there were no street lights. The alley was bordered by a garage wall on one side and a high fence on the other, so their footsteps were muffled.
"It's so majestic, Brother Dago." Harry was stunned for a moment after saying this. For a moment, he felt like a first-year Malfoy. This discovery scared him and shut his mouth.
"That thing of yours is even more majestic..." Dudley suddenly shivered strangely and took a breath, as if he had been soaked by cold water.
The night that had been mild and pleasant suddenly turned bitterly cold.
The next moment, the bright stars, moon and dim street lights in the alley were suddenly swallowed up by darkness. The rumble of cars passing by in the distance and the rustle of nearby leaves gradually faded away. The entire alley was silent except for the heavy breathing of two people.
"What are you doing!" Dudley's horrified voice sounded next to him.
"Be quiet, it's not me."
The cold touch made goosebumps appear on the back of the body, the hairs on the back of the neck stood up, and Harry smelled a moist The rancid smell and the familiar strong discomfort lingered in his heart, making him stand stiffly motionless——
The dementors are coming.
(End of this chapter)