Chapter 791 (2/2)

”Why were you lurking under our window just now?”

”Yes, yes, good question, penny. What were you doing under our window?”

”Listen to the news.” Harry said in a resignation tone. His aunt and uncle exchanged angry eyes.

”Listen to the news? Do you say that again? ”

”You know, there are new changes every day.” Said Harry.

”Don't think you're smart here! boy! What do you want to know? Don't tell me to listen to the news again. You know all about you -- ”

” be careful, fenon! ” Aunt Petunia whispered, and Uncle Vernon lowered his voice so that Harry could hardly hear him. ”You people don't listen to our news at all!”

”That's just what you know,” said Harry.

Dursley stared at him for a few seconds, and then Aunt Petunia said, ”you dirty little liar, those,” and he lowered his voice so that Harry could only recognize the words from her mouth. ”What's the owl doing? Why didn't you get the news?”

”Aha!” Uncle Vernon said, in a complacent whisper, ”you hear me! Boy, do you think we don't know that you've got news from the plague birds Harry hesitated for a moment, and he had to admit it, even though his aunt and uncle didn't know how bad it felt to admit it.

”Owl - no news for me.” He said dully.

”I don't believe it!” Aunt Petunia said at once. ”Neither am I!” Said Uncle Vernon excitedly. ”We know you're planning something weird.” Said Aunt Petunia. ”We are not stupid!” Said Uncle Vernon.

”That's news to me.” Harry said his temper had come up too, and he ran away before Dursley could call him back. Through the front lawn, across the low flower wall, stride on the street.

He knew he was in trouble now, he knew he would face his aunt and uncle later and pay for his rudeness, but he didn't think so much now. There was something more urgent in his mind.

Harry was sure that the voice was made by someone organized or disorganized. It sounds like a homesick elf, more than when it disappears into the air. Is dobby in Privet Drive now? Would dobby follow him at such times? This shouldn't be ah, dobby was left at Hogwarts by Vaseline. If something really happened, fanin would come to him. Could it be Vaseline? According to Dumbledore, half of the holiday is now over

With this in mind, he looked around again and looked down Privet Drive, but there was nothing there. Harry was sure dobby didn't know how to be invisible, and that van Lin wasn't lurking. It was natural that he and Hermione were in Egypt.

He continued to walk aimlessly, let him walk these roads well. Every few steps he took, he looked back through his shoulders, and he was sure that there was something magical around him as he lay in Aunt Petunia's dead begonias. Why didn't they speak to him? Why didn't you contact him? Why are they still hiding. Then, his sense of almost frustration frustrated him. Maybe there's no magic at all. Maybe he was so eager to find even the smallest things about his world that now he is too sensitive to a little noise.Was he sure it wasn't the sound of something breaking in the neighborhood? Harry felt a dull and heavy feeling in his stomach, and he knew that this hopeless feeling had tormented him many times this summer.

Tomorrow morning he'll go up with the five o'clock alarm to pay for the owl who brought him the prophet's Daily - but what's new? Harry just glances at the front page these days and throws the newspaper aside. Only the stupid man who ran the newspaper realized that Voldemort had returned and made it a front page headline would have interested Harry.

If he's lucky enough to receive an owl from his good friend Ron, Egypt is so far away that he can't expect any more from vaseline and Hermione.

Although he wanted Ron or Sirius to tell him something, he couldn't.

We can't tell you about the mystery man. Obviously, we're told not to do this in case our owl falls into someone else's hands, we're busy, but we can't tell you the details here, it'll be clear, we'll tell you everything when we meet - but when will they see him?

No one has given an exact date.

Ron scribbled on his birthday card that I hope to see you soon, but when?

Or does Dumbledore think Ron they can understand better than he does?

Harry has told himself for the nth time this summer not to think that way. It's bad enough for him to revisit in his dream, to wander aimlessly, and not to have a place to live.

He took a turn around the corner to crescent Mulan street. He met his godfather for the first time, right on the side of the garage halfway down the narrow lane.

Sirius, at least, seems to understand Harry's feelings.

Admittedly, his letter, like Ron's, said nothing, but there were at least some soothing warnings that felt better than the anxious clues.

I know it disappoints you. Take care of yourself. Don't meddle. Things will get better. Be careful and don't act rashly

Well, Harry thought, he was walking across crescent Mulan street, up Mulan Road, and heading for the ANHEI Sports Park, and he had done (or even surpassed) what Sirius had suggested to him.

He had tried to restrain his own thoughts on the broom.

In fact, he felt that his actions had made him feel frustrated and angry: he had been stuck in Privet Drive for so long, hiding under the flower bed, hoping to hear a little about what Voldemort was doing, and little by little, his hopes of hearing about what Voldemort was doing were diminishing.

Harry stooped through the locked door and across the hot lawn. The park was as empty as the surrounding streets.

As he walked across the swing, he sat down on the only swing that had not been destroyed by Dudley and his gang, one arm coiled around the chain, looking angrily at the ground. He could no longer hide under the Dursleys' garden.

Tomorrow he has to think of some new way to listen to the news. At the same time, he will have a night that is not worth looking forward to, not calm, disturbed.

Through the long, dark hallway, with locked doors at the end, he felt trapped when he was awake. His scars often tingle, but he thought it would no longer interest Ron, Hermione or Sirius. Maybe van Lin would, but it doesn't seem surprising.

In the past, his scar pain was a warning to Voldemort that he was strong again. Now that Voldemort has come back to life, they may only tell him that it was the result of frequent anger - no worries - and the old saying.