Chapter 435

Harry wipes the corner of his eye; his throat feels as if it is blocked by something.

Hedwig chirps in her cage, and at the same time, Harry hears the thud-thud of Aunt Petunia coming up the stairs.

He hurriedly puts the letter into his pocket.

Dudley is unharmed, and Aunt Petunia knows he did not actually perform magic, but she still swings a frying pan covered in soapy water at his head; luckily, he dodges quickly.

Then she orders him to do chores, forbidding him from eating until he finishes.

Harry cleans windows, washes the car, trims the lawn, weeds the flowerbeds, prunes and waters the roses, and repaints the garden bench. The sun is directly overhead, scorching the back of Harry's neck.

Yet he shows no resentment; in his bag is a blank sheet of paper, a bridge connecting him to the Wizarding World.

This is his hope, and with hope, life becomes bearable.

Wait a little longer, and when he is free, he will write back to Sean.

He tells himself.

However, there is always a question in his mind: since everyone has been sending him letters, why hasn't he received them?

Soon, he will know why.

Harry finally finishes all his punishments and hides in the cramped, dim cupboard to write his letter.

At this moment, a small monster abruptly appears before his eyes.

The small monster has two large bat-like ears and a pair of protruding green eyes as big as tennis balls.

It stares blankly at the blank paper in Harry's hand, as if staring at something heinous.

On the letter, the handwriting "I cannot do my homework here, nor can I practice Quidditch skills" is particularly visible.

"Harry Potter cannot leave here, and even less can he return to Hogwarts; the most terrifying things will happen at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year."

The small monster makes a shrill sound, and suddenly its whole body trembles.

"Harry Potter cannot go on adventures. He does not know how important he is!"

Harry has no idea what it is talking about, only seeing it pounce to snatch his letter.

Harry would never let it succeed; although afraid, Harry bravely struggles with it. Eventually, they both grab a corner of the letter, and both begin to pull hard, causing the letter to make a sound of being overwhelmed.

"No, don't."

Harry pleads.

"Dobby can only do this, sir; it is for Harry Potter's own good."

The small monster actually speaks, and it seems to look at Harry with sorrow.

The next second, the letter tears in two with a "rip" sound.

Harry stares blankly at the torn letter, frantically trying to piece them together, but this is clearly in vain.

The small monster is gone, leaving only Harry clutching the torn letter tightly.

It starts to rain on Privet Drive; it comes silently. At first, Harry is completely unaware, only feeling the air become heavy, while something cool appears on his face and hands.

The next moment, a turning point appears; it is as sudden as the rain.

Harry feels something constantly touching his forehead, and when he looks up, he actually sees another paper airplane, which quickly unfolds into a blank sheet of paper:

【To Harry:

You haven't replied for a long time; perhaps other circumstances have arisen.

Do not worry, I will come.

—Sean Green】

Harry hangs his head; Dobby, outside the door, hears a hoarse, sobbing cry from inside the room, a sound like an injured puppy.

So it snaps its fingers, appears in the tree outside the house, and begins to bang its head against the tree with a "thump, thump, thump."

Meanwhile, in Diagon Alley.

Not long after Sean released the second paper airplane, a crowd of young wizards had already gathered in Diagon Alley.

"Sean, you're here."

Seeing the familiar figure appear in the fireplace, the young wizards let out a long sigh of relief.

"Sean, do you know what happened to Harry?"

Luo En asks anxiously.

"I don't know."

Everyone is startled; they look left and right, not understanding who is speaking.

"It's me."

After a two-second pause, everyone finally connects this mature voice to Sean.

"What is this?"

For a moment, Luo En leaves Harry behind, turning to look curiously at Sean's brooch.

"That's not important right now, Luo En!"

Hermione reminds him sharply.

"Oh, oh, right—"

Luo En reacts.

"Harry must have encountered some trouble; don't worry, I will handle it."

Sean prepares to leave while letting the brooch speak.

The delivery task of the paper airplane would not fail—Professor Tela cast a very special magic on it, so the reason Harry didn't reply is most likely that his letter was intercepted while he was writing it.

Perhaps the Dursleys stopped Harry, or perhaps Dobby...

Thinking of this, Sean prepares to leave Diagon Alley and then travel to Number 4 Privet Drive. Before that, he will make some preparations in Diagon Alley to deal with potential situations.

After all, he signed the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, and without magic, rescuing Harry will become somewhat difficult.

But only somewhat. The Trace can detect spell energy fluctuations and record the time and location of casting, but Sean can choose not to use spells.

Not all magic exists between a wizard's wand.

For example, the flying car Luo En used to rescue Harry, or some simple alchemical creations.

"Are you going by yourself?"

In a secluded alley of Diagon Alley, Hermione suddenly speaks.

"Yes."

The brooch replies naturally.

"I can help!"

Luo En responds loudly.

"Most likely you can't help..."

Sean quickly turns off the brooch and heads toward the joke shop as if nothing happened.

"Such a blunt remark..."

Luo En blushes.

"Harry lives at his aunt's house, and like us, magic cannot be used there."

Jia Siting explains, having already understood what was going on.

"But Harry lives in London, maybe I can help."

Jia Siting hints.

Sean still shakes his head; in fact, this is a complex event, and what needs to be solved is not just the Dursleys' problem, but also a house-elf.

Eventually, Sean goes to the joke shop alone; the twins have prepared a room here as a place to manufacture magical items, which Sean happens to utilize.

It starts to rain in Diagon Alley, pitter-pattering on the eaves, blooming like mushroom-shaped flowers.

Manager Gert is still busy; when she secretly peeks at the compartment, Sean has already left.

Only a figure riding a broomstick streaks across the distant sky.

At the same time,

Number 4 Privet Drive.

This time, Harry covers his head with his quilt, lighting a faint lamp to write a reply to Sean.

He must let Sean know there is a monster here and tell him to be careful.

But even with such caution, problems still arise.

Just as he is about to release the paper airplane, a pair of large eyes on the hedge emit a fearful light; Dobby, standing in the tree, snaps his fingers, and Harry's desk lamp strangely flies away, smashing into Dudley's foot.

Screams erupt in the dining room; Uncle Vernon rushes in and finds Harry holding a paper airplane, which is actually still floating in the air.