Chapter 796 (1/2)

I've just been attacked by Dementors and may be expelled from Hogwarts.

I want to know what's going to happen next and when I'm going to be kicked out of here.

As soon as Harry returned to his desk in his dark bedroom, he copied the words into three different parchments.

He sent the first letter to Sirius, the second to Ron, and the third to Hermione and van Lin.

Harry's Owl, Hedwig, is now out foraging and the cage on its table is empty.

Harry paced up and down the bedroom waiting for Hedwig to come back. His head was pounded. Although his eyes were tingling and itching from fatigue, his brain was losing sleep because he was too excited.

Dudley's back has been aching since he came home with Dudley on his back. The bump on the window and Dudley's punch left two lumps on Harry's head, and they are also painful.

Harry paced up and down, killing time with anger and frustration, grinding his teeth and clenching his fist.

Every time he came to the window, he looked at the empty, starry night sky with angry eyes.

The Dementors were sent to him, and Mrs. Figge and Mundungus Fletcher followed him in secret, and were later expelled from Hogwarts and told to attend the Ministry of magic hearings - and worst of all, no one has told him what would happen.

And about the wizard's roaring letter.

Whose voice is so terrible and vicious when it reverberates in the kitchen? Why is he still here without any news? Why does everyone treat him like a naughty child? He was just asked to stay in the house and not to use any more magic.

When Harry passed by, he kicked the school suitcase, but it was far from venting his anger. It just made him feel worse. As he did now, besides the pain in other parts of his body, his toes also began to ache violently. Just as Harry limped past the window again, Hedwig flew in through the window, flapping her soft rustling wings like a ghost.

”What time is it?” As Hedwig stood on the top of the cage, Harry said angrily, ”put that thing down. I have work for you to do!” With a dead frog in her mouth, Hedwig looked at Harry with her huge, round, amber eyes, full of blame.

”Come here,” said Harry, picking up the three parchments and a belt and wrapping the letter around Hedwig's feet. ”Send these directly to Sirius, Ron, van Lin and Hermione, and don't come back until you get a reply of sufficient length. If you get there, peck at them until they write a fairly long response. Do you understand? ”

Hedwig's voice was discontented, and the frog was still in her mouth.

”Let's go then,” said Harry. She set off at once.

Just as Hedwig flew away, Harry fell on the bed, staring straight at the dark ceiling. Among other painful feelings, he is now guilty of his rough treatment of Hedwig.

Hedwig was his only friend at four Privet Drive.

Harry decides to make up for Hedwig when she returns with Sirius, Ron, van Lin and Hermione.

They'll certainly write back soon: they can't ignore the Dementor attack. Because of his quick reaction to the Ministry of magic, perhaps tomorrow, when he wakes up, three bulging envelopes full of sympathy and plans will be handed to him.

With this comforting thought, the sleepiness swept over Harry, and all further thoughts fell silent.

But Hedwig didn't come back the next morning. Harry stayed in the bedroom all day, only to go to the bathroom to leave.

Three times that day, Aunt Petunia handed food in from the cat hole Uncle Vernon had installed three years ago.

Every time Harry heard his aunt approaching, he tried to ask about the wizard's roaring letter, but every time it was like consulting the doorknob.

In addition, the Dursleys let him stay in the bedroom. Harry couldn't see what power he would get from being with them, except that it might make him more angry and perform more illegal magic.

This continued for three days. Harry was so full of excess energy that he couldn't solve anything. Every time he walked around the bedroom, he was extremely angry at the people who had left him in this dirty, stuffy place. At the same time, every once in a while, he would lie in bed for an hour, staring numbly into the air, thinking of the Ministry's hearings with a sort of fear of pain 。

What if their ruling is against him? What if he's fired and his wand is broken in two? What can he do? Where can he go? He couldn't go back to the days when he lived with the Dursleys every day. He didn't like the past. He knew another world he really belonged to.

Maybe he could move into Sirius' house, as Sirius suggested a year ago when he cleared his grievances in Dumbledore's office?But Harry is still under age. Can he be allowed to live alone with his godfather? Or where he's going to go and decide where he's going?

Or maybe his violation of international witchcraft secrecy regulations is serious enough to qualify him for a room in Azkaban?

Whenever these thoughts occurred, Harry would slide out of bed and pace the bedroom again.

On the fourth night of Hedwig's departure, when Uncle Vernon entered the bedroom, Harry was at one of his most indifferent stages, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, and his exhausted brain was blank.

Harry looked at him slowly. Uncle Vernon was dressed in his best clothes and had an expression of extreme affectation.

”Are we going out?”

”Sorry?”

”We - so to say, your aunt, Dudley and I are just about to go out.”

”Very well,” said Harry dully, his eyes returning to the ceiling.

”You are not allowed to leave the bedroom while we are out.”

”No problem.”

”You are not allowed to touch TV, stereo and any property belonging to us.”

”Yes.”

”You are not allowed to steal food from the refrigerator.”

”Yes.”

”I'll lock your door.”

”You can do it.”

Uncle Vernon stared at Harry, obviously suspicious of the lack of bickering, and then he slammed out of the room and closed the door behind him. Harry heard the key turning in the lock, and Uncle Vernon's heavy steps downstairs.

A few minutes later, he heard the sound of the garage door opening, the roar of the engine, and finally the sound of a car driving into the road. Harry had no particular feeling about the Dursleys leaving.

It makes no difference to him whether they are at home or not. He didn't even get up and turn on the bedroom light.

As Harry lies in bed listening to the sound of the night through the never closed window, the room around him gets darker, and he's just waiting for a blessed moment for Hedwig to come back.