harry potter book of crimes

"...I know you must have been feeling aggrieved recently, but as long as you stay safe, everything will be fine. Be careful and don't do anything rash."

At least, Sirius understood how Harry was feeling at the moment.

Yes, Harry also sent a letter to Sirius.

It must be admitted that Sirius's letter was actually the same as Ron and Hermione's. He did not reveal any information to Harry, but Sirius's letter contained some words of comfort and warning, rather than half-hidden words like theirs.

The exposure made him itchy.

But then again, Harry basically followed Sirius's instructions. At least he resisted the temptation and didn't simply tie the box to his broomstick and fly straight to the Burrow to find out more.

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

To know that he had been trapped in the Dursley's house for so long, and had to hide in the flower bed in order to hear some information that might reveal what Voldemort had done - this made him feel quite angry and frustrated!

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

He has an unclear connection with Voldemort. From being confused at the beginning to now trying to face it head-on, he has also experienced many messy events.

Probably because every wizard would call him "The Boy Who Lived" when they saw him! Now he seems to have a sense of responsibility in his heart... No, to be precise, it's that kind of responsibility.

The feeling of a "main party".

He couldn't understand why everyone seemed to be avoiding him this time. Did something happen?

Harry thought this as he crossed Magnolia Crescent Street, turned onto Magnolia Road, and walked habitually towards the amusement park that was gradually getting a little dim.

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

"Are you still following me?"

Harry found that he could not say anything harsh to this timid woman, and he could only refuse her to follow him in a relatively tactful tone.

Even though he had suspected from the beginning, this woman was actually a wild beast that had not yet shown its fangs.

"But I...have nowhere else to go..."

The woman took a step back as if to confirm the distance. She had always been very sensitive to other people's emotions, and she had been vaguely aware of Harry's rejection of her.

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

"I didn't say I had to take you there!" Harry said angrily.

Perhaps because Harry had been in a very depressed mood recently, and the woman in front of him was very confused, when he said these words, his volume increased unknowingly.

The woman was obviously stunned for a moment, and then her whole body exuded a sense of cowardice that was inappropriate for her age. Facing Harry, a boy who was nearly ten years younger than her, she was the first to shrink back.

"Ah... um... yes, I'm sorry..." The woman took a few steps back again. She looked at Harry at a loss, then turned around and ran away.

Harry looked at the direction she was leaving and subconsciously stretched out his hand towards the figure, but then he threw the half-stretched hand behind his back in frustration.

"What the hell! Who is she?"

Harry couldn't help but feel that his irritability index seemed to have risen by a whole level!

The playground door was still locked, but it was no different from being unlocked. Harry jumped over and walked forward on the dry and messy lawn. As usual, it was as empty as the surrounding streets.

Arriving next to a certain swing, Harry picked one that Dudley and the others had not had time to mess with and sat down. He held the chain on one side with his arms and stared at the ground with melancholy eyes.

After being discovered by the Dursleys today, he can no longer hide in the flower bed. Tomorrow he must find another way to eavesdrop on the news.

And for the same reason, he couldn't hope for anything today, and another terrible night would be in front of him.

By the way, the scar on his forehead started to tingle again in the past few days, which really made him very uncomfortable.

Although he also discovered that "Occlumency" could stop the pain, it could only stop the pain, not prevent it, and he couldn't keep his brain closed forever - he simply couldn't do it.

But he knew that Ron, Hermione and Sirius probably wouldn't have any good ideas. Maka might be able to tell him something, but he couldn't contact him unilaterally, so what's the use?

"No, you can't blame anyone but Maka..."

Someone had given him the notebook on Occlumency early in the morning. Without that thing, he would probably be in even more pain now - he couldn't be so heartless.

But should he wait like this? This was too depressing... The resentment in his heart kept accumulating, making him want to shout loudly.

He is the champion of the Triwizard Tournament! Although this champion seems to have some water, he can understand this. After all, even he himself does not believe that he has defeated Maka.

But no matter what, he is still a champion! He also works very hard!

In order to pass the weird and thrilling levels, he not only spent a lot of energy to prepare, but the underground tower was also full of dangers.

And what was his reward? He was trapped in Little Whinging for four whole weeks, almost completely losing contact with the wizarding world.

He had to squat among the dying hydrangea bushes every day just to hear some news about budgies water skiing?

The only time I attended an audio-visual event, a pair of strange and violent sisters took him directly to the venue after torturing him until he fainted!

These angry thoughts kept tumbling in Harry's mind, making him feel confused.

By this time, night had fallen, and another dull and sultry night came.

The air was filled with the mixed smell of dead grass, and all around you could hear the sound of cars whizzing by on the road outside the playground.

Harry was not sure how long he had been sitting on the swing, until the faint sound of voices interrupted his contemplation. He looked up and saw patches of dim light cast by the street lamps on the street.

In the distance, there were several figures walking through the playground. One of them hummed a vulgar song loudly, while the others laughed and cursed.

There was also a faint clicking sound, which was the sound of chains made by several high-end road cars being pushed.

Harry knew who the group was - the leader was undoubtedly his cousin Dudley Dursley, who was walking towards home, accompanied by his gang of friends.

Dudley was still as tall and tall as before, but a year of strict diet and a newly developed talent had greatly improved his fat belly.

Recently, Uncle Vernon would tell everyone he met that Dudley had become the Southeastern Junior Heavyweight Interschool Boxing Champion. This "noble sport" in Uncle Vernon's words obviously made Dudley even more formidable.

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

Although he no longer had any fear of this tall and thick cousin, he felt that Dudley's punches were getting more accurate and harder, which was not necessarily something worthy of congratulations.

The children in the neighborhood were all afraid of Dudley - even more than they were afraid of "Potter Boy". Their parents had warned them that "Potter" was an incorrigible punk who was currently in the St. Bruce Security Center School for Young Offenders.

Regulatory education.

Of course, Harry could guess by using a certain semicircular part that it must have been spread by his "good" uncle and "good" aunt.

Harry watched the dark figures walking across the grass and wondered who else they had beaten up tonight.

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

If Dudley's group of violent associates saw him sitting here, they would definitely rush towards him, so how would his "good cousin" react?

He definitely didn't want to embarrass himself in front of his "buddies", but he didn't dare to offend Harry. It must be fun to watch him in a dilemma, mock him, and enjoy his uncomfortable look of being unable to resist!

If anyone else dared to hit Harry, he was certainly prepared - he had a wand in hand! Come and try it! He was eager to vent his frustration on the boys who had made his life a living hell.

On my body!

But all this is just a thought.

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

Dudley's group walked farther and farther along Magnolia Road until the sound disappeared at the end of sight.

"You can rest assured, Sirius," Harry murmured gloomily, "Don't act recklessly and stay on your own terms... exactly the opposite of what you did back then."

He jumped off the swing and stretched hard.

At the Dursleys' house, their aunt and uncle seemed to think that whenever Dudley appeared at home, this time should be the threshold time, and anything after that time would be too late.

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

So, Harry yawned, and then walked toward the playground gate with a sad face.

Magnolia Road is similar to Privet Drive. Large square houses are lined up along the road. The grass is meticulously trimmed. And their owners are all square and large men with spotlessly polished hair like Uncle Vernon.

Family car.

Harry preferred Little Whinging at night, with all the windows drawn with curtains, as if they were dotted with patches of different colors on a black canvas.

If he passed by here during the day, he would always hear the head of the household at the door grunting dissatisfied with him as a "juvenile delinquent", but there would be no such thing at night.

He walked very fast, and halfway along Magnolia Road, he saw Dudley's gang again. They...

"What are they doing?"

Harry walked into the shadow of a large lilac tree, peered over there, and then showed a look of astonishment.