Big Boss In The Harry Potter World

"What the hell are you doing, kid?" Uncle Vernon asked in his deep voice, slightly shaking with anger.

"What did I do?" Harry asked coldly. He kept looking up and down the street, still hoping to see who had caused the explosion. Harry understood that it was not the sound that a car could make, and Harry did not see any car passing by at that time. He suspected that it was the sound made by Apparition. If it was true, it meant that a wizard was near him just now.

"Making that sound like a pistol firing, right outside our window—"

"If you didn't hear clearly, I can say it again - I didn't do it!" Harry pushed back forcefully.

At this moment, next to Uncle Vernon's broad purple face, Aunt Petunia's slender horse face appeared, her face ashen.

"Why are you sneaking around under our window?"

"Good question! Good question, dear." The fat on Vernon's face trembled: "Tell me! Why are you hiding under the window! What are you going to do?"

"Listen to the news," Harry said in a resigned voice.

Aunt and uncle exchanged angry glances.

"Listen to the news! Still listening?"

Every time the news was broadcast, Harry would find a way to get closer to the TV, and the Dursleys knew this.

"Don't be clever with me, kid! I want to know what your plans are - and don't tell me any more nonsense about listening to the news! You know it in your heart.

"Shh!" Penny pulled her husband aside.

"Watch out, Vernon!" Aunt Petunia said nervously, and Uncle Vernon suddenly lowered his voice so low that Harry couldn't hear what he was saying.

"———— Your kind will not be in our news!"

"That's what you think." Harry was not polite at all: "Maybe you don't know that man has come back. Sooner or later he will affect you Muggles. I just want to see who he or his subordinates are when I listen to the news. Clues of activity.”

"Him? Who is that?" Vernon didn't understand yet, but Petunia knew exactly what Harry was talking about.

...The murderer is back?" Penny's expression was a little horrified.

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes just before the holidays." Harry nodded, knowing that his aunt knew more or less about things in the wizarding world.

"You mean the man who killed your parents?" Vernon said with a mocking look on his face. "What about your friends? Didn't they contact you?"

Harry bit his cheek and said nothing.

"Come on, kid! As if we didn't know you get all the news you can get from those nasty big birds!" Vernon said, waving his arm thicker than Harry's waist.

Harry hesitated for a moment. There was a price to be paid for telling the truth this time, although it was impossible for my aunt and uncle to know how sad he was to admit it.

"The owl————stopped sending me messages," he said dryly.

"I don't believe it," Aunt Petunia said immediately.

"I don't believe it either," Uncle Vernon said forcefully.

"We're not fools, you know." Vernon pressed his big face close to Harry's.

"Oh, that's news to me." Harry said, his temper rising, and before the Dursleys could call him back, he turned and ran across the lawn in front of the door and over the low garden wall. He strode out into the street.

He was in trouble and he knew it. He will have to face his aunt and uncle later and pay for his rude words and deeds just now, but he can't control that much now. He had more pressing matters on his mind.

Harry was now more and more certain that the sound just now was the sound of Apparition. When he was lying under the window just now, someone with magic was nearby, that's for sure. Why didn't they talk to him? Why didn't they get in touch with him? Why were they hiding now? His confidence began to waver as his disappointment reached its peak.

Maybe it wasn't a magical sound after all. Maybe he was too eager to get clues of contact signals from his world, and ended up being made a fuss by some ordinary sounds. Could he be sure that it wasn't the sound of something breaking in a neighbor's house? Harry felt a sense of depression and loss in his heart, and then the despair that had been tormenting him throughout the car unintentionally overwhelmed him again. .

In the past, Harry would still expect that the owl would deliver a letter from Ronald or Hermione. He originally expected that their letters would bring him news, but this expectation has long been shattered. Harry had no expectations for the owl now.

The playground door was locked, and Harry jumped over and walked forward on the dry grass. The playground was as empty as the surrounding streets. He came to the place where the swings were, found one that Dudley and his friends had not destroyed before, and sat on it, holding a chain on one arm and looking at the ground sadly. He could no longer hide in the Dursleys' flower beds. Tomorrow, he would have to think of another way to eavesdrop on the news - it was the only thing Harry could do during the holiday.

Sometimes Harry would dream about long and dark corridors in his dreams. At the end of each corridor was a dead end or a locked door. These dreams made him uneasy. Harry guessed that this was probably the same as when he was awake. Related to the animal-like emotions produced. The scar on his forehead often stings and is very uncomfortable.

Harry had long known from Solim that his scar was somehow related to Voldemort. When Voldemort was resurrected that night, his scar was extremely painful, but now that he was back, the only role his scar could play now Maybe it was when Voldemort was close to him. Harry was even somewhat looking forward to Voldemort appearing on Privet Drive now, so that at least he would know what he was doing, instead of having to think about how to eavesdrop on the news every day.

The playground door was locked, and Harry jumped over and walked forward on the dry grass. The playground was as empty as the surrounding streets. He came to the place where the swings were, found one that Dudley and his friends had not destroyed before, and sat on it, holding a chain on one arm and looking at the ground sadly.

This place left a deep impression on Harry. Not far from here, he met Sirius for the first time - even though he was a dog at that time. Thinking of Sirius, Leigh couldn't help but feel a little aggrieved. Her godfather had stopped contacting her now. Dumbledore must have given him a task. What was he doing now? Sabotaging the Death Eaters' conspiracy?

Harry was suddenly a little angry. He had been in this damn place for four weeks, but he couldn't get any news--oh, I can't say that. Harry thought of the crumpled parchment lying on his bedside. He had seen that piece of parchment, which was made by his father and his friends.

Solim said he would give the Marauder's Map to himself on his birthday, and he really did.

Harry felt that maybe this was the most heartwarming thing about this terrible holiday - even though he was often too hot to sleep at night. .