Chapter 915 (1/2)

”So, is he planning something about me?” Harry asked immediately.

”Plan? Did I say that? ” Phineas lazily examined his silk gloves. ”Now, please forgive me. I have more important things to do. I don't have time to listen to the worries of teenagers. Good day to you.” Phineas walked leisurely to his frame and disappeared from Harry's view.

”Good, you go away!” Harry yelled at the empty frame. ”Tell Dumbledore I don't appreciate him at all! The empty canvas remains silent. ”

Harry, in a fit of anger, dragged the trunk back to the foot of the bed and fell over the insect eaten lid. He closed his eyes. He felt heavy and painful all over his body. He felt as if he had gone a long way.

It's hard to imagine that less than 24 hours ago, Qiu Zhang approached him under the mistletoe. He is too tired. He didn't dare to sleep, but he didn't know how long he could last. Dumbledore told him to stay still, which must mean he could sleep, but he was still afraid. What if that happens again? He sank in the dark.

There seemed to be a film waiting to be shown in his mind. He was walking through a desolate corridor, through rough stone walls, around the torch, down the steps, towards an ordinary black door.

He got to the black gate, but he couldn't open it. He stood staring at it, desperate to get in. What he wanted wholeheartedly was right behind that, a prize of his dreams.

If only his scar would stop stinging and he could think more clearly.

”Harry,” Ron's voice, coming from a long distance, ”Mom says dinner is ready, but she'll keep some for you if you want to sleep.”

Harry opened his eyes, but Ron had left the room. He didn't want to see me, Harry thought, after he heard Moody's words.

Harry imagined that none of them would want him to stay here again, because now they knew what was hidden in him. He won't go down to dinner; he won't be around them.

Harry turned over and, after a while, fell asleep again.

Harry got up late, it was early morning, and his body and mind were in great pain from hunger and Ron's snoring in the next bed. Looking around the room, he saw the dark outline of Phineas standing on his portrait again, which made Harry think that Dumbledore might have sent Phineas to watch him so that he would not attack others again. An unknown emotion is growing.

He kind of hoped that he had never obeyed Dumbledore. If this is his life at Hogwarts since then, maybe he should leave here and go back to Privet Drive.

In fact, with the exception of Harry's trepidation, everyone else spent the whole morning making Christmas decorations.

Harry couldn't remember when Sirius had such a good time before. In fact, Sirius was singing Christmas carols, and he was obviously happy to have someone with him for Christmas.

Harry was sitting alone in the cold living room, and Harry could hear the echo of Sirius' song. Looking out of the window, the sky became more and more pale, and the snowflakes were flying down. He felt that he was giving them an opportunity to keep talking about him. At the thought of this, he felt a cruel pleasure.

When he heard Mrs. Weasley calling his name softly downstairs at lunchtime, he stepped back upstairs and ignored her.

Around six o'clock in the evening, the doorbell rang and Mrs. Black began to scream again. Harry, who was hiding in Piggy's room, guessed that moody or other members had already arrived, and he moved to make himself more comfortable against the wall.

He fed Hedwig with dead mice, trying to ignore how hungry he was.

Harry was taken aback when someone knocked at the door a few minutes later.