Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Whichever the answer is, it's no good, which means Voldemort did it to him!

Harry had no choice but to pitifully stay with the Desirees and pray that the Ministry of Magic would not expel him.

This helplessness irritated him, and the only one more irritating than him was Uncle Vernon.

Not surprisingly, after Uncle Vernon finally figured out that the man who killed Harry's parents had returned, and just after the dementors who attacked his precious son had come after Harry, he decided to kick Harry out of the house.

Uncle Vernon reacted to Harry's expectations, but what really surprised him was that they soon received another owl letter, a yelling letter, and this letter was sent to Aunt Penny.

After a long enough delay to unravel, the red envelope burst out of flames, a terrible sound coming from the burning letter that fell on the table, full of the entire kitchen, echoing in a limited space, with only one sentence.

“Remember my last one, Penny! ”

Harry doesn't understand what this means. Remember the last thing?

Besides, why would Aunt Penny have any contact with a wizard she didn't know about?

Earlier, when Harry spoke of undulating demons, she was also the first to understand what the name stands for, as well as Azkaban and the Dementor.

For the first time in his life, Harry was fully aware that Aunt Penny was his mother's sister.

He couldn't tell why he felt this so strongly at this moment. All he knew was that in this house more than one person vaguely realized what Voldemort's comeback meant...

Harry was also stunned by Aunt Penny's reaction, and soon after hearing that, she regained the skilful, harsh arrogance of the weekday and persuaded some of her hissing Uncle Vernon to agree to let Harry stay here.

She ordered Harry to go back to bed, and Harry has been lying down since last night.

Aunt Penny stuffed the meal into his room three times a day through that little sling door, which Uncle Vernon had put on three summers ago.

Every time Harry hears Aunt Penny's footsteps approaching, he wants to know what happened to her yelling letter.

But instead of asking her, ask the door knob.

The Dursley family never approached his bedroom except for dinner delivery.

Harry also feels that staying with them hard doesn't mean anything. If you make a loud noise again, it won't yield anything. It will probably just piss you off. You can't help but use magic in violation of the law. Wrong and wrong again.

Harry wrote a letter to Sirius, Ivan, Ron, Hermione, asking what was going on and when he would be able to get out of here. He sent Hedwig out, but so far he has not replied, as he did before, to the sea of stone.

Harry sighed again, pouring heavily on the bed, ready to paralyze himself by sleeping.

This situation lasted for three whole days, and sometimes Harry was restless and could not do anything quietly.

He just wandered around in the bedroom, angry at all of them for making him suffer here.

Sometimes he was completely unpretentious, lying in bed all hour long, or sitting on a chair, his eyes staring faintly into the air, anxious to be interrogated by the Ministry of Magic.

What if their verdict is against him?

What if he's really fired and the wand is broken into two pieces?

What will he do and where will he go?

He can no longer live with the Desirees all day, as he used to, because he now knows the other world, a world that truly belongs to him. So, can he move to Sirius?

Moving in with his godfather, Sirius has mentioned this advice more than once.

But he has a lot to do every summer vacation, accompanying Ivan on adventures around the world.

Harry wanted to go with him, but they didn't take him at all.

This made Harry very dissatisfied, even angry, with Ivan and Sirius, but there was no other way.

Ivan had explained to him earlier that his mother had left behind a magic that would continue to work to protect him from Voldemort until he reached adulthood, as long as he stayed with the Desirees for some time each year.

That's the main reason Harry couldn't stand not to tie his suitcase to a broomstick and fly straight to Sirius.

Meanwhile, Harry is angry with Dumbledore.

Dumbledore refused to tell him anything, his attitude was visibly cooler. During the last part of the last semester, he refused to talk to Dumbledore. He clearly did a lot to prove he was trustworthy, even if he wasn't as strong as Evan, but he did a lot better than Ron, Hermione and others.

On the fourth night after Hedwig's departure, Harry was in an impeccable state.

He lay in bed, his eyes staring at the ceiling, and his tired brain was almost blank.

At this point, Uncle Vernon walked into his bedroom.

Harry slowly turned his face and looked at him. Uncle Vernon wore his best suit and looked proud.

“We're going out, boy!” He said.

“I'm sorry, what did you say? ”

“We, that is, your aunt, Darry and I are going out. ”

“Okay.” Harry said, gazing back at the ceiling.

“You are not allowed to walk out of your room while we are away. ”

“Okay.”

“Don't touch the TV, touch the stereo, touch anything we have. ”

“Okay.”

“And don't eat anything in the fridge. ”

“No problem," Harry said inexplicably. Uncle Vernon looked at him with suspicion.

“I'm gonna lock your door. ”

“Okay, you lock it up. ”

Uncle Vernon stared at Harry and obviously suspected that something was wrong with Harry.

Then he walked out of the room in heavy footsteps and closed the door with his hands back.

Harry heard the keys spinning in the lock and Aunt Vernon walking downstairs. A few minutes later, he heard heavily closed doors, the engine rumbling, and the exact sound of the car leaving the driveway.

Harry had no particular feelings about the departure of the Desirees, and he was the only one left in the house.

It didn't make much difference to him that they weren't home, and he couldn't even get out of bed and turn on the bedroom lights.

It was getting darker and darker in the room and he was lying there listening to the surrounding voices.

The empty house made a squeaky noise and the water in the pipes flowed.

Harry lay in bed as if he were numb, not wanting anything in his head, restless.

He forced himself to sleep, and this is how he spent the last few days.

Then he heard footsteps in the corridor outside, and someone came in.

The Dusty family couldn't have come back so soon, and he didn't hear their car coming back.

Harry sat up and grabbed the wand on the nightstand. Was it a thief or Voldemort's claw teeth?!

The next second, the lock clicked, and the bedroom door was slammed open, and Harry jumped.

In the darkness, he saw a figure he was familiar with walking in, it was Ivan!