Hogwarts Homecoming

"Hmm--"

It was high in the sky, and the dazzling golden sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains onto the brown wooden floor of the bedroom on the second floor.

The diffuse sunlight gradually brightened the dim bedroom.

The uncomfortable light made Harry's eyelids twitch a few times, and he turned over and covered his head with the quilt.

But the humid summer weather soon forced Harry to release his head from the quilt again, and he raised a hand to block his eyes from the light.

The crisp chirping of a few sparrows on the roof of the house outside the room gradually pulled Harry's expression back to sobriety from the haze.

It was a dreamless night, and it seemed that just by closing his eyes, time went from night to daytime in midsummer.

This was not because the bedroom of the Dursleys' long-lost home was so comfortable and helpful for sleeping, but because the Triwizard Tournament, which lasted almost a whole day yesterday, exhausted his physical strength and energy.

So, even if Harry had remembered why he appeared in the Dursleys' home and where he was going today, he couldn't convince himself to move his aching body.

A dark cloud floated over and covered the sky, weakening the bright sunlight, and the gradually rising breeze dissipated a lot of the humidity in the room.

Professor Brian might have gotten up, and he was waiting for me.

This thought that came to his mind finally made Harry give up the idea of ​​taking a nap.

After a suppressed roar full of fatigue and reluctance, Harry tried his best to get rid of the restraint of the bed.

Because he slept too deeply, Harry's left eyelids were uncontrollably stuck together and couldn't open, and the eyelids of the right eye were drooping.

Getting up seemed to have consumed all his will and the physical strength supplemented by a sleep.

Harry sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the light and shadows flowing like water waves on the white wall opposite.

He sat there for almost ten minutes, and the buzzing sound of cicadas outside the window finally became clear in Harry's ears.

He smacked his lips twice and slowly picked up the glasses next to the pillow.

After the fog in his vision dissipated, Harry picked up the "gold watch" that Professor Braine had given him, which was placed on the desk.

Eight forty.

Harry sighed heavily.

This time was not too late, but it was definitely too late to rush to 12 Grimmauld Place to have breakfast with Sirius, Remus, Ron, and Hermione.

So.

Should I sleep a little longer?

Don't worry about staying at the Dursleys for a little longer. Maybe after leaving this time, he won't have to come back again!

Harry struggled to resist this tempting thought.

Professor Braine might not get up yet!

Harry thought. Building so many grand scenes for the third game was not an easy task even for Professor Braine. He must be exhausted.

Clang!

Laziness finally prevailed, and Harry let his body fall on the bed.

Bang!

Harry had just closed his eyes when a loud noise came from the first floor.

The microwave must have exploded.

Harry thought, but the terrified screams that came into his ears immediately made this guess untenable.

Harry jumped up from the bed suddenly, his face was surprised.

The noise downstairs did not disappear!

"Who are you? How dare you!"

Before the tail of Aunt Peggy's scream faded, Uncle Vernon's roar came.

What's going on? !

Harry looked solemn and stood up subconsciously.

A noisy sound of footsteps broke into his ears, followed by messy and unclear shouts, screams, the sound of pots and pans breaking, and the sound of tables and chairs falling.

It was as if dozens of people suddenly rushed into the house and occupied every corner of the room!

Something happened!

Harry realized this immediately!

He didn't have time to change out of his pajamas, grabbed the wand on the desk, and rushed out of the room before he even had time to put on his shoes.

Boom, boom, boom!

Harry hurried down the wooden stairs to the first floor. When Harry saw the situation clearly, he fell into a stagnation.

Aunt Peggy and Uncle Vernon were driven to a corner of the restaurant by the intruders. They huddled in the corner and hugged each other.

Aunt Peggy had tears in her eyes, and her eyes were bulging with fear, as if she would faint at any time.

Uncle Vernon no longer looked as domineering as he did when facing him. He stared at the intruders in horror, and his whole body, including his beard, which was as thick as Professor Dumbledore's, was trembling!

And the intruders.

At least thirty people broke into the room.

They occupied the hallway, porch, kitchen, living room, dining room, and every corner of the first floor of the house.

This group of people wore standard wizard robes, with cold expressions and cold eyes.

Harry looked at the intruders who appeared in his sight one by one, and every face was unfamiliar.

Death Eaters? !

In the stretched second, this thought flashed through Harry's mind, but he immediately denied it.

In the cemetery where Voldemort was resurrected, he had seen the Death Eaters who were summoned, and had seen the faces of some people, but the figures of all of them did not match those of the wizards here!

Then, it would be...

Another answer jumped into Harry's mind, and for now, this answer made him even more frightened!

"You."

Harry's dry throat made a sound.

Swish!

All the wizards who entered the house raised their wands in unison, with the tips of their wands pointing at Harry!

Harry's green pupils suddenly contracted to the extreme, goose bumps appeared all over his body, and even his scalp was numb!

"Harry James Potter."

A voice broke the solemn silence, and a man walked over from the kitchen.

Harry's eyes immediately jumped over the shoulders of some people in front of him.

A sturdy wizard with short gray hair but not very smart face walked in front of him and looked at him coldly,

"Answer my question!"

"What?"

Harry asked in a daze.

"Are you Harry James Potter?"

Dawlish asked again, with a strong solemnity in his voice.

"I am--"

This is a very stupid and unnecessary question. A normal wizard should recognize it by the scar on his forehead.

But after taking a few breaths, Harry still chose to answer.

The scene in front of him made him feel that the numbness of his scalp seemed to penetrate deep into his head, and even his thoughts became numb.

He couldn't think of anything, only a feeling of impending disaster.

"Very good."

Dawlish nodded with satisfaction as he was doing his job, but the next words made Harry jump,

"Harry James Potter, you are under arrest!"

"Why!"

Harry shouted fiercely,

"Why am I under arrest!"

But Dawlish did not answer this question. He just looked at Harry, the most famous boy in the magic world, with a sense of pleasure in his heart,

"According to the regulations, your wand that you need to hand over will be kept by us. After the final judgment, the Wizengamot will decide whether it should be destroyed or sealed. Of course-"

Dawlish looked at Harry with malice,

"You can also choose to resist, then you will completely lose your wand now."

A strong sense of fainting attacked Harry's mind, making him faint, but his unyielding will supported him and prevented him from falling.

"I want to know why I was arrested!"

Harry gritted his teeth. He couldn't think about too many things and only asked the question that he was most concerned about now.

"This is not within our scope of work." Dawlish said indifferently, "The Wizengamot will confirm with you the crime you have committed!" After that, Dawlish gave a look to the left and right, and the two walked towards Harry, ready to take away his wand. Boom! At this moment, a violent explosion occurred that shook the house. The air wave caused by the explosion overturned the wine rack that separated the living room and the dining room, and a big hole was blown in the wall between the kitchen and the living room! Many intruders were blown away by the strong wind, and the rest were all knocked down! Seeing that the situation was not good, Dawlish rushed up quickly, and when Harry raised his arm to block the smoke and dust, he snatched his wand, and then pointed his wand at Harry's temple! "Let go of Harry, you bastard!" Sirius, with a ferocious look, walked out in the rolling smoke and dust. Then, Remus, Tonks, Amelia, Mad-Eye Moody, Dedalus Digger, and another group of people followed Sirius and walked out of the smoke and dust one after another! (End of this chapter)