Chapter 437

He waves the letter sent by the owl and says viciously,

"Take it—read it!"

Harry takes the letter, which only contains:

【Dear Mr. Potter: We have received reports that you used a Hover Charm at your residence today at 3:12 PM.

You know that underage wizards are not allowed to use magic outside of school; if you engage in such behavior again, you may be expelled from this school (Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, 1875, Paragraph 3).

Also, please remember that according to the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, Article 13, any magical activity that may attract the attention of non-magical members (Muggles) is a serious violation of the law.

Have a pleasant summer!

Mafalda Hopkirk,

Ministry of Magic, Improper Use of Magic Office】

He used magic? When?

Harry is stunned; he inexplicably thinks of the floating desk lamp and then sees the small monster's face in the tree.

Without giving him more time to think,

Vernon bears down on Harry like a large bulldog, his teeth fully exposed.

"Ah, I have news for you, boy... I'm going to lock you up... you'll never think of returning to that school... ever... if you use magic to escape—they will expel you!"

He really does what he says.

He finds someone to install iron bars on Harry's window and personally installs a trapdoor on the bedroom door, turning the cupboard into something like a prison cell.

Cutting off Harry's hope.

Time passes slowly, and the streets are soaked by the heavy rain; Harry knows the Dursleys will not show mercy and let him out.

At the same time, he knows even more that the damn monster outside will never let him go; he even suspects the monster is a minion of Voldemort.

Think about it: the monster wants him to stay here forever; in the end, he will either be unable to attend school and be expelled from Hogwarts, or he will be unable to endure it, use magic, and be expelled anyway.

Who would laugh the loudest?

Of course, only the Dursleys and Voldemort.

He looks at the distant, dim horizon, where the clouds are like gray sponges soaked with water.

There are many blurry things there; Harry's eyes are filled with worry. If he cannot use magic and there is a small monster watching, what will Sean do?

And him, how is he... always getting into trouble.

In his sorrow, Harry's consciousness gradually fades; in the last image in his mind, there is nothing on the horizon, and no one is there.

So he falls asleep without knowing it, sleeping very restlessly. He dreams that he is placed in a zoo for exhibition, and the card on the cage says "Young Wizard."

People look at him through the iron bars; he lies on the straw, starving to death. He sees Dobby's face in the crowd, and Dobby cries: "Harry Potter is to be locked in a cage for the rest of his life!" After saying this, he disappears.

Then he sees the Dursleys again, and Dudley shakes the iron cage bars, mocking him.

"Harry."

He hears a mature voice ring out; this voice has not stopped. He opens his eyes, and moonlight shines in through the window bars.

A black cat stands between the window bars, its pitch-black fur dyed silver in the moonlight, and the voice comes from the button between its fur.

"You're awake, let's go."

The black cat is still speaking.

"What dream am I having again..."

Harry mutters to himself.

Then he sees the black cat leap, transforming into a wizard he is extremely familiar with.

"The cat turned into Sean—this is too unreal—"

Harry still thinks he is dreaming.

"Don't be silly."

The Sean in front of him says.

"Sean doesn't have this voice, and he wouldn't talk like this, and besides, you didn't even open your mouth."

Harry lies back on the bed and closes his eyes.

Sean is momentarily speechless.

He actually arrived very early, but he didn't want to get entangled with Dobby, so he waited until the house-elf disappeared before appearing.

He waits for a while, until Harry pinches his own arm and then jumps off the bed:

"It's not a dream!"

"What should we do?"

Harry looks at Sean with worry; he has just accepted that this is actually Sean.

Then he realizes that the things he was worried about are a piece of cake for Sean.

The iron bars have been corroded by Sean using a potion; outside the window, two flying broomsticks are waiting for them.

Many spells have been cast on the broomsticks: including wind protection, automatic navigation, automatic flight, and so on.

And so, Harry leaves that cage, as if in a dream.

At night, the rain stops; Sean is reading Professor Dumbledore's notes, while Harry is hesitant to speak.

"Sorry,"

Harry says,

"I always make you come to help; I'm such a trouble."

He hangs his head.

Since starting at Hogwarts, he has been receiving help... Sean lent him notes when he clearly wasn't familiar with him, accepted him into the Hope Cottage, and when Voldemort attacked him, it was also Sean who led them to face Voldemort... yet he is always causing trouble.

Even though he hasn't contributed much at all...

Looking at Harry's cautious appearance, Sean remembers that dark, cramped place, located under the stairs, pitch-black, and full of spiders.

He remembers the cold canned soup Petunia just brought Harry, which had very little food in it.

He sighs.

"Harry, why ask that? You have already suffered so much."

Even though they are in the moonlight, Harry can't see anything clearly.

He only knows that he will never forget this day, forget this rain, forget someone telling him... Harry, it's okay, I will help, because you need help.

The Leaky Cauldron arrives.

The pub is located on a Muggle street in Charing Cross Road, London; its appearance is dim, dilapidated, and in the Victorian Tudor style.

Sean puts away the broomstick and lets Harry's automatically navigate to the joke shop.

Then he walks into the pub with Harry, where many people are waiting for them.