Chapter 433: The Delivered Letter

Diagon Alley.

People were coming and going in front of the Weasley & Green Wizard Wheezes. To the left of the shop, Hermione's face showed visible anxiety:

"Has Sean replied? Jia Siting? What on earth happened to Harry?"

"Don't worry too much, Hermione. No matter what happened, we will handle it... Let's hear Sean's thoughts first."

Jia Siting comforted her.

"Have Luo En and Neville arrived?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he saw Luo En emerge from a fireplace, covered in soot.

"What happened to Harry?! Good heavens! Where is Sean?"

Luo En wiped his face, but failed to see the figure he was hoping to find.

"Careful, Luo En!"

As Hermione exclaimed, Jia Siting reached out and pulled Luo En to his side.

It turned out Neville had appeared in the fireplace.

He coughed twice the moment he appeared, coughing up some fireplace ash from his mouth:

"My grandmother wouldn't let me come at all, until I mentioned Sean's name..."

His words caused everyone to focus their attention on the horizon again, as if waiting for something.

Further away, Bai Yi was carrying a letter in its beak, passing through layers of white clouds.

Sean, who had just sent the letter, was deep in thought.

It seemed that the free elf Dobby had appeared.

He had locked Harry in the house because the coming year at Hogwarts would be even more dangerous...

Thinking of this, Sean couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing.

Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Marcus Marcus Maige said Hogwarts was the safest place in the world, yet every year Harry ended up covered in soot.

The first year he faced a troll and Voldemort, the second year he faced a basilisk, the third year Hogwarts was infiltrated by an "escapee"...

By the last few installments, Hogwarts had even become the site of the final battle.

Perhaps the safety of Hogwarts, like the position of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, was cursed.

Sean took out a stack of white paper; these were Professor Tela's paper airplanes.

No matter when or where, they could deliver information.

It was said that the paper airplanes used by the Ministry of Magic were inferior products of this.

The Quick-Quotes Quill scratched away:

"Harry, we noticed that you seem not to have received our letters. All letters have disappeared inexplicably.

But please don't worry; after receiving this letter, please use this white paper to reply to me.

This white paper has special magic; it will bring your letter to me. If you encounter any problems, tell me.

——Sean Green."

Watching the paper airplane wobble and fly out through the wall, Sean prepared to go find Professor Marcus Marcus Maige.

Jia Siting's second letter had just been sent over; he had to make a trip to Diagon Alley.

The villa's living room.

Professor Marcus Marcus Maige took a sip of steaming black tea and saw the young wizard coming down the stairs.

At this hour, the child should still be immersed in Transfiguration...

She vaguely sensed something. After seeing the young wizard walk over, she tried her best to calm herself, harboring a hint of excitement.

"Professor, I would like to go to Diagon Alley."

The brooch said.

Professor Marcus Marcus Maige nodded. Regardless of anything else, the child was finally willing to say something to her.

"Go ahead, child. Would you like me to come with you?"

Sean shook his head, his gaze looking into the distance with a profound depth.

Harry and the Dursley family... the relationship between them was extremely complex.

One mistake after another linked together, forming a ball of yarn that could neither be untangled nor discarded.

The carriage kicked up dust, moving further and further away from the farm.

"You should ask more questions. If it happens like last time again..."

In the farm villa, Ma Kusi was silent for a long while before saying these words.

His face was calm, but his body was trembling slightly.

Far away at Hogwarts, the Dark Lord was plotting his return, and the one stopping his conspiracy was, unexpectedly, the still-tender child before his eyes.

"You know many things are dangerous. Promise me, no matter what, you must look after him."

Ma Kusi's final words dissipated in the wind, and the sound of the carriage outside the villa had gradually subsided.

Number 4 Privet Drive.

Harry could only stare out the window like this every day.

As soon as he arrived home, Uncle Vernon locked his spellbooks, wand, robes, cauldron, and his state-of-the-art Nimbus 2000 broomstick into the small, dark cupboard under the stairs.

The Dursleys couldn't care less if Harry were kicked off the school Quidditch team for not practicing all summer.

Harry hadn't done any of his homework; what did it have to do with them if he couldn't hand it in when he returned to school?

Even his owl, Hedwig, was locked in her cage, not allowed to send letters to anyone in the wizarding world.

Looking at Hedwig in the cage, Harry felt that he, like Hedwig, was locked in a dark, damp compartment.

"Ha! Freak! None of your freak friends have written to you either—just admit it, nobody cares about you!"

A fat boy with fair, rosy skin stood in the hallway, wearing a disgusting grin as he mocked him. However, after Harry stared at him for a while, he became afraid again and stammered,

"What are you looking at?"

"I'm thinking about what spell to use to set you on fire."

Harry said.

Dudley stumbled back a few steps, a look of terror appearing on his fat face.

"You, you can't, my dad said you're not allowed to do magic, he said he'd kick you out, you have nowhere to go, no friends to take you in—"

"Giglibokli!"

Harry said sharply.

"Hocus Pocus... Chiggly-Giggli..."

"Mummy!"

Dudley howled, stumbling as he ran toward the house.

"Mummy! He's doing that thing again!"

After scaring Dudley away, Harry's mood didn't improve in the slightest.

Dudley was right; no one was sending him letters.

Not Luo En, not Hermione, not even Jia Siting, who had insisted that everyone must write to each other to stay in touch.

He could comfort himself that perhaps Sean and Neville weren't good at this, but what about Luo En? Hermione? Jia Siting?