Chapter 791 (1/2)

In the middle of the hottest summer day, a sleepy tranquility enveloped the large square houses on Privet Drive. Dusty cars, with their lights blazing, stop on yellow lawns that used to be green but now scorched - because rubber pipes are no longer allowed to be used for watering. Deprived of their usual pursuit of car washing and mowing, Privet Drive residents returned to their shady homes, with windows wide open in the hope that there would be no hope of a cool breeze.

Harry Potter's appearance is not liked by his neighbors who like to watch others being punished by law, but when he hides behind the hydrangea Bush tonight, passers-by will not see him.

In fact, he could only be found if his Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia stuck his head out of the living room window and looked directly into the flower stand below.

On the whole, Harry was glad he was hiding here. He may not be very comfortable lying on this hot, hard ground, but on the other hand, no one here will notice his glare, grind their teeth so that he can hardly hear the news, or ask him some mean questions, which always happens when he wants to watch TV with his aunt and uncle in the living room.

It was almost as though such thoughts flew through the open window that Harry's uncle, Vernon Dursley, suddenly spoke.

”It's good that the boy didn't break in again. But where is he now

”I don't know,” Aunt Petunia said unconcerned, ”not in the house anyway”

Uncle Vernon muttered impatiently, ”look at the news,” he said sternly, ”I want to know what he really wants to do, and a normal boy will care about what is said in the news - not like Dudley at all! He knew nothing; he doubted that he knew who the minister was now! Anyway, nothing about his group should be on our news -- ”

” Shh, fenon, ”Aunt Petunia said,” the window is open! ”

Dursley quieted down. Harry heard the jingle of a fruit breakfast basket, and he saw old lady Fogg, a strange cat loving lady on Wisteria Road, walking slowly towards her. Harry was very happy that he was hiding behind the Bush, for Mrs. Fogg had recently asked him to come to her for tea as soon as she saw him on the road.

She turned the corner and disappeared into sight.

Uncle Vernon's voice came again from the window.

”Is Dudley out for tea?”

”At the pockethers house,” said Aunt Petunia fondly, ”he has so many children that he's really likable.”

Harry suppressed the laughter from his nostrils.

Dersley had a poor, stupid trust in their son, Dudley. They believed in the silly lie that Dudley went out every night for tea with different guys during the holidays.

Harry was very clear about the fact that Dudley wasn't going anywhere for tea. Dudley and his group went to the park every night to do damage, smoke on street corners, and throw stones at passing cars and children. Harry saw them while he was walking in little Wai King Road. He spent most of his holidays wandering the streets picking up newspapers from the garbage cans on the road.

The opening music of the seven o'clock news got into Harry's ears. There was a stir in his stomach.

”In the second week of the baggage Porter strike at the Spanish airport, a record number of helpless holidaymakers have filled the airport -”

”if it's me, I'll make them lose their jobs forever,” he yelled as he heard the last words of the broadcaster. But anyway, outside the flower stand, Harry's heart seemed to be broken.

If anything happens, it will make headlines. Death and destruction are certainly more important than helpless holidaymakers.

slowly spit as like as two peas of air, staring at the glittering blue sky. This summer is the same as every day: tension, anticipation, short relaxation, and tension. Always, never stop, why didn't anything happen? He continued to listen in case there were little clues that Muggles would not really know - an unexplained disappearance, or perhaps, some strange accident.

But after the luggage operator strike, it was about the drought in the southeast.

Harry opened his eyes. There was no value left. He carefully raised his head and crawled on his knees and elbows, ready to climb out of the window.

Just as he had just moved two inches, something happened. There was a loud, shelling crackle that broke the peace of sleep. A cat ran restlessly out of a parked car and ran away. A scream and a curse roar came from Dursley's living room with the sound of broken China.

As if it was a signal he had been waiting for for, Harry jumped to his feet and pulled a stick out of his jeans belt, as if he had drawn a sword - but before he could get up, his head suddenly collided with the suddenly opened window of the Dursleys' house, which made Aunt Petunia's cry even louder.

Harry felt as if his head had been split in two. He swayed, his eyes dazzled, he tried to pay attention to the road, and recognized the source of the noise, but before he had time to stagger to his feet, a pair of large purplish purple hands reached out of the window and squeezed his throat tightly.”Throw it away!” ”Don't let anyone see it!” he yelled in his ear

”Let me go!” Harry gasped. They wrestled for a few seconds. Harry pushed his uncle's sausage like fingers with his left hand, and grasped his wand with his right hand. It was as if Harry's head had given him a terrible pain. Uncle Vernon cried out and let Harry go, as if he had been suddenly shocked.

An invisible force was released from his nephew, making it impossible for him to grasp it.

Harry panted forward over the hydrangea bush, stood up and looked around.

There was no sign that anything was causing the noise, but some of the faces were peeking out of a nearby window. Harry quickly put his wand back into his trousers and made an innocent look.

”What a lovely night!” ”Did you hear the car backfire?” Uncle Vernon called, waving to Mrs. 7 on the opposite door, who was looking out from the netted curtains at home? Let me and Penny startle

He continued to grin with a terrible grin, until all the curious neighbors disappeared from their windows, and the smile turned into an extremely angry twist, and he waved Harry back.

Harry took a few steps closer to him and stood carefully where Uncle Vernon couldn't reach out to strangle him.

”What the hell are you doing? Boy Uncle Vernon cried, his voice trembling with anger.

”What am I doing?” Harry said coldly, still looking around to find out who caused the noise.

”From the outside, I turned a racket at me like a gun...”

”I didn't make that sound!” Harry said firmly. Aunt Petunia's slender horse face appeared behind Uncle Vernon's broad purple face. She looks blue.