On the neat streets of Little Hyatt Gin District, Surrey, next to the neat streets under the gloomy sky, are houses of the same style. The houses of these neighbors look like the Dursleys' houses, one by one, and this dull and boring quiet place looks completely unrelated to magic, just like the name of the community comes from the Virgin Shrubs - this shrub is used to make hedges between suburban houses. The Dursleys chose this place in hopes that this name would bring them good luck as a symbol of being normal people and staying away from wizards.

In the second floor, Harry's bedroom with a trap door, there is a bed, a wardrobe and a desk. Hedwig lives in a cage on the desk. There are also some books that may belong to Dudley but have never seen him read, as well as some old toys that have not been repaired. After 1991, Harry's Uncle Vernon gave Harry the room where Dudley was put in the miscellaneous items.

This was not out of good intentions. After Allen and Fulgrande's visit and receiving the first Hogwarts admission letter to Harry Potter, he saw the address written on it: "Surrian County, Little Huijin District, Little Huijin District, Little Livernet Road, the storage room under the stairs, Mr. Harry Potter received it", Vernon felt very scared because he realized that people in the magical world might have known how miserable Harry was abused.

So he let Harry live in a free bedroom upstairs Dudley to prevent himself from having trouble.

Harry was stacking his own debris into the box, and a broken lens stood on the table next to him. Sirius's face was in the mirror as Harry stuffed his own things into this old gift box.

Sirius' tone was a little heavy: "Harry, remember to keep the wand where you can get it at any time... Have you kept the door of the back garden for us?"

Harry pulled the zipper on the backpack and paused, he held his glasses and looked up at Sirius in the mirror with some confusion: "It should be half open, I'll go down to check it later, but Sirius, do you think we will be exposed? Volde... Uh, sorry, I mean the mysterious person will appear?"

After a while of silence, Sirius's voice was a little hoarse: "Anyway, you have to be prepared at any time this time... In order to avoid the Ministry of Magic's surveillance of your aunt's house, except those responsible for the interference, they went to Mrs. Arabella Feige's house on Wisteria Road first, and the others will teleport to my Livervement Road house first, so just meet me like this."

Harry nodded, put away the fragments of the double-sided mirror, and then picked up a solid wood photo frame placed on the table. The photo in the photo was taken by Muggle and did not move. Harry's parents were smiling at Harry outside the photo frame - this Muggle photo was already here when Harry first walked into this small bedroom.

After carefully stuffing the photo frame into his backpack, Harry finally pulled the rope on his backpack. At this time, after he packed his luggage, the sky had begun to become darker, and the sun slanted westward outside the window shot a fire-like red light.

Uncle Vernon came downstairs and roared: "Boy!"

"Come on this!" Harry sighed and stood up. He opened the door, and suddenly a creaking sound of porcelain shattering under his feet: a cup of black tea was placed on the ground outside his bedroom door. He just didn't pay attention and stepped on it.

"how……?"

Harry looked around and saw that there was no one on the stairs platform of No. 4 Little Veterinary Road. This cup of tea was probably a prank Dudley was trying to make him a prank. Instead of cleaning up the tea that had fallen to the ground, Harry picked up the pieces of the teacup and threw it into the already full trash can behind the bedroom door. Then he leaned against the handrail of the stairs and looked downstairs. Uncle Vernon quickly dragged a box to the corner of the living room full of salutes. In the past, that location was almost filled with Dudley's birthday gifts at this time of year.

Uncle Vernon, who called Harry down, seemed to be not going to pay attention to him at this time. His fat body was tight and he called anxiously: "Hurry Dudley, hurry up."

"I still don't understand why we have to leave here." Dudley walked out, carrying a boxing sandbag. Harry's cousin was different from the completely fat and round image of previous years. He now looked like a big guy with some strong muscle lines - although he still had ugly blonde curly hair and was wearing an annoying leather jacket.

"Because according to their words, it's no longer safe!" Vernon dragged another stuffed suitcase hard and piled it into the pile of salutes. "You want to bring this thing with you? Thank you for your blessing, we need to escape with you!"

"I need it to stay strong, and if there is no internet where we are going, that's my only fun." With a thud, Dudley threw out the boxing bag and knocked down Vernon's just stacked gift box.

"Well, since you like it, we don't need to bring it up by ourselves anyway." Vernon's little eyes kept turning, thinking about what else could be taken away from home. Then he seemed to have seen Harry at this moment, and he immediately shouted loudly, "Hey, boy, when will they come?"

Harry had been called around like this for sixteen years, and he didn't react much to it. His eyes swept across the travel clock on the mantel, and his tone was not turbulent, "They just contacted me and will be on time."

Dudley's eyes followed Vernon around the room. Finally, Vernon stopped in front of Harry, and his purple face wrinkled in a ball: "I changed my mind...I won't leave. This is my home. I have lived in for more than ten years... It's all lies. I didn't sleep in the middle of the night yesterday. I was thinking about this matter. Will there be any problem with the house you bought for me? There must be a conspiracy. Do you want to occupy the house?!"

"House?" Harry asked, "What house?"

"This house!" Uncle Vernon screamed, and the blood vessels on his forehead began to thunder. "Our house! The house prices nearby are rising sharply! You want to send us away and show me a big house that you actually rented or did some tricks? Then, before we can understand, the name on the house deed here will become yours..."

"Are you confused? Conspiring to occupy this house? Are you really as stupid as you?" Harry asked impatiently, "I'm afraid you forgot that my godfather bought a house next to him, which cost him a little money. My parents left me enough property. Why do I want your house for all those pleasant past events?"

Silence - Harry thought his words had silenced his uncle.

"You claim," said Uncle Vernon, and began to pace again, "this devil..."

"…Vodemort," Harry said impatiently, "we have discussed this matter a hundred times. It is not a claim, it is a fact, my godfather and Mr. Weasley..."

Vernon Dusley arched his shoulders angrily. Harry guessed that his uncle wanted to get rid of that memory. At that time, just a few days after Harry had just had the summer vacation, the two adult wizards suddenly visited. Sirius and Mr. Arthur Weasley appeared at his uncle's doorstep. In order to convince the Dusley family, he brought them an unpleasant shock. Harry had to admit that Mr. Weasley and his godfather had once smashed half of the living room into ruins one after another. Their reappearance would definitely not make Uncle Vernon happy.

Outside, the sun was hanging low on the privet hedge, and the lawnmower at the next neighbor's house was turned off again. Uncle Vernon did not speak immediately. He continued to pace and suddenly looked up: "Don't you have a Ministry of Magic? So, why can't they protect us? In my opinion, as innocent victims, we have not done anything bad except adopting a suspect, and should be protected by the government!"

"The Ministry of Magic has been protecting us. You don't think the inexplicable fires and hurricanes that have caused us before were really accidental, right? Even those heavy fogs from time to time... were also made by the dementors." Harry laughed when he saw his cousin Dudley's frightened expression.

Dudley was raising his hand to cover his mouth, and seeing Harry staring at him and laughing, he slowly put his hand down: "They... have more?"

"Don't worry, the Ministry of Magic will send people to use the patron curse to expel them..." Harry pretended to comfort his cousin first, and then suddenly said, "But you know, there are more than the two that attacked us last time, of course, there are hundreds, and now there are thousands? Because they live by fear and despair, and they cannot be killed... So the Ministry of Magic can only expel them temporarily, so the fog is everywhere now."

"Okay, OK," snarled Vernon Dursley, "then tell me why we can't let the Ministry of Magic protect us? What kind of community do you need to rely on? What kind of community do you rely on?"

Harry couldn't help laughing, and that's what his uncle was, always putting hope on the power department, even in that world where he was hostile and distrust: "The Ministry of Magic seemed to want to use me to lead the Dark Lord... Of course I have no objection and timidity about this, unless you are the same as mine, maybe I can try to convince my godfather and they once again?"

"No!!!" Vernon screamed, and he panted heavily, his thick black beard also fluctuated and fluctuated, and his big face still turned purple-red, "I mean...well, boy, you better not let me find you cheating on us!"

Seeing the annoyed Uncle Vernon pulling Dudley up the stairs, he went back to the room to continue to pack up his things.

Harry shrugged and walked aimlessly to the kitchen. Apart from the room he lives now, in this house, except for the storage room under the stairs, the kitchen he is most familiar with, the places he works for the longest.

Harry, who had walked a few steps to the kitchen, paused. He thought he had found that Aunt Penny had been standing in the middle of the kitchen. Harry didn't understand why she hadn't participated in their conversation just now.

Aunt Penny was standing straight, her already thin body looked smaller, and her hands were crossed in front of her. The kitchen, which had been spotless in the past, was empty, and all the kitchen utensils had been packed and thrown into the living room.

"We have lived here for twenty years, and now we have to move away overnight." Penny said without looking back. Her neck, which seemed to be twice as long as others, raised her eyebrows and raised her eyes. Although she did not look back, she knew clearly that the person coming was Harry, Vernon and Dali were both big guys, and their personalities would not be so light-hearted when walking.

"They will torture you, if they think you know where I am going...even just for fun or vent... After the house has lost its protection, they will appear immediately... I think you can hear my conversation with Uncle Vernon just now!" Harry's voice increased significantly compared to his daily life. His tone was obviously a little impatient. He took a few steps into the kitchen with slow and heavy steps.

Penny's slightly drooping mean cheeks suddenly turned sideways to Harry, and his eyes slanted Harry, his eyes seemed to be looking at an ignorant child, his voice heavy and slightly hoarse, and he said hatefully: "Do you think I don't know how capable they are?"

Harry locked on Aunt Penny's face with some distrust and doubtful green eyes - Aunt Penny was just a muggle, how could she know what the Death Eaters could do and how cruel it would be.
Chapter completed!