Chapter 1177 (1/2)

Harry, bleeding, clutched his right hand tightly with his left hand.

He gasped, cursing in a whisper, and shouldered the door to his bedroom.

Then came the sound of breaking China He kicked down a cup of herbal tea at the door of his bedroom.

”Terrible!”

Harry looked around. The platform outside 4 Privet Drive was deserted. This trap may be considered a less successful prank by Dudley. Harry raised his bleeding hand, scraped the pieces of the teacup together and threw it into the full bin in the bedroom door.

Harry had four days left to be able to use magic without restriction, which was extremely annoying and irritating - but he had to admit that the wound on his finger would shake him.

Now he doesn't even know how to deal with the wound, but now he has to think about it Especially for the plans he's about to implement

This seems to be a big loophole in his magic. Harry reminds himself that he must ask van Lin and Hermione what to do.

As he thought, he wiped the tea off the floor with a roll of paper towel, then slammed the door behind him and went back to the bedroom.

Harry spent the whole morning picking up the box he was using at school. At last he found the thing that had just stabbed him. He recognized it immediately. It was a fragment of a magic mirror two inches long

It was given to him by his godfather Sirius, but it was bad, and now he is broken.

Harry set it aside and went through the rest of the box carefully, and there was nothing but powdery glass, like glowing gravel, that stuck to the bottom of the box.

Harry sat up and examined the irregular fragment of the mirror that had hurt him, but only saw his bright green eyes looking at him. He put the fragment on the bed in the unread Daily Prophet.

It took Harry another hour to empty the box completely, throw away the useless things, and put all the things left behind into different categories They may be needed some time in the future.

Harry piled up his school uniform and Quidditch uniform, crucible, parchment, quills and most of his textbooks in a corner. He didn't know what his uncle and aunt would do with them.

Maybe they are evidence of some terrible crime and burn them in the middle of the night. His Muggle clothes, invisibility cloak, potion box, some necessary books, the photo album Hagrid had given him, and his wand were all repackaged in an old canvas bag. In the front pocket was the map of the living point and the defensive ring that van Lin had given him. Now he could use it.

There was also a large stack of newspapers on his desk, next to his owl, Hedwig, the only creature that accompanied Harry on Privet Drive for the summer.