Two weeks have passed since the holiday began.
Harry’s life back to the Dursley family has not changed.
No matter how many things happened in the magic world, how thrilling his experience in that castle was. After returning to this “home” on Littleville Road, he felt as if he had come to another world.
Aunt Penny and Uncle Vernon would not care about his experiences, and would not even allow Harry to pull out the “little wooden stick” in front of them.
They all knew that Harry could not use magic outside the school, so although his Aunt Maggie incident left Vernon with a fearful heart, he still had enough restrictions on Harry.
At this time, Harry was lying on the grass in the garden in order to avoid the scolding of his aunt and uncle, pretending that he was no longer home.
In fact, it is not comfortable to lie down like this, and of course it is incomparable to the sofa in the living room. But as long as there is no harsh shouting, even if you are lying directly in the mud, Harry is willing.
Inside the house, Uncle Vernon was watching the TV news very loudly. He vaguely heard something about the Spanish luggage workers not satisfied with the current welfare strike, and the unique shouting of Uncle Vernon.
“If it were me, I would give them the right to enjoy a nap for life!” He shouted viciously. It was obviously not that he was really thinking about these luggage workers.
Harry’s attention was certainly not focused on Vernon.
He was looking up at the sky, biting a grass in his mouth, recalling what happened in Hogwarts.
Now everyone in the magic world knows that Voldemort is back, but it has been two weeks since that incident, and now he has not moved at all.
But it is normal to have no movement.
It is said that Professor Forrest injured him very seriously. The most likely thing he is to care about raising his wounds somewhere.
The scene where Harry’s mind had appeared, the scene where the man without a nose was waving his wand with a rage, using the heart-bending spell to vent his anger on his men.
At the same time, Harry was still feeling a little scared.
If Sherlock had not replaced his identity at that time, then the one who was taken away in the end would be the real himself.
He couldn’t even think about it. If he really faced Voldemort, what ability would he have to resist.
Everyone knew there was a prophecy that he was the only one who could defeat Voldemort, but Harry never felt that he was different. “It’s still daytime, Mom, Professor Forrest said you’d better come out in the dark.” Harry said worriedly.
Lily just knelt beside Harry, gently using her hands that would not touch the real thing.Feeling Harry’s black hair.
“There will be no big problem if there is shade to block the sun.” She whispered, “I can feel that you are in a bad mood, Harry.”