No. 4 Ligustrum Road,

Second floor room.

Harry sat by the bed, thinking about the universe

and the ultimate secret of magic.

Commonly known as - daze.

The owl Hedwig stood on the window, staring at Kazilan's big eyes and making a cooing sound.

This means hungry.

When he was in Hogwarts, the cat named Bobocha liked to harass the owl in the birdhouse.

It also took a nest of children with Mrs. Loris to pull out the owl's feathers and lay a nest for itself.

The Hogwarts bullies family... deserve their name.

But after knowing it for a long time, Hedwig has a similar smell and has some bad habits.

for example……

I didn't eat for five minutes, and I was almost starving to death!

But Harry didn't have any eyesight, and not only did he not move, but he continued to be distracted.

Hedwig gurgled for a while, a little anxious.

Standing at the window that day, I saw the human on the TV saying:

Like to be dazed is a symptom of epilepsy.

The shoveler will not have epilepsy, right?

Hedwig waved his wings and circled around the room.

When he flew to Harry's head, he gently raised his fat buttocks, shaking his tail, and scattered a freshly baked "Jinke Trash".

Bang!

It just fell into Harry's messy hair.

Harry shivered and was suddenly awakened.

He touched his head...ah!!!

Harry hurried to wash his hair, and when he returned to the room, Hedwig had already escaped from the crime scene.

(Hedwig: Hidwig's deep merit and fame!)

Harry glanced at the clock on the wall. He thought he had sat for an hour, but he didn't expect it to be only ten minutes.

Harry couldn't help but sigh and sat down next to the bed.

Holding time is also a technical job.

Ron can fall into a daze anytime, anywhere, and then be distracted for an hour without interruption.

This is a magical skill. You can perfectly catch fish when you are in class or even when you are on a job.

Unfortunately, Harry only learned the basics and has not yet learned the essence of Ron.

At this moment, he needs to be "distracted" so that time can be sent out so that night can come soon.

Because...at that time, he could leave the house.

It’s not the literal meaning of leaving, but leaving forever and never coming back!

In other words, tonight, No. 4, Liverbus Road, the place where he lived for sixteen years, was no longer his home.

Harry couldn't wait.

He had heard William describe Muggle's theory of relativity:

A man sits opposite a beautiful woman for an hour and feels like a minute has passed;

But if he had been seated on the stove for a minute, he would feel like more than an hour had passed.

Harry really hoped that Ginny or Qiu would show up next to him now and then lay down... ah, sitting next to the bed.

He must have done nothing, just stared at the two of them quietly so that time could pass faster.

Harry was idle and walked out of the room and headed downstairs.

When he arrived in the living room, he saw his uncle's family packing his things, as if he was about to move.

They did want to move and left at the same time tonight.

After glimpsing Harry, Uncle Vernon thrust his belly fat. He hesitated for a moment, but he still refused to give up and asked:

"Boy, do we... have to leave?"

"Yes!" Harry explained calmly:

“I have said it many times, once I turn seventeen, the spell that protects me will be lifted, and you and I will be exposed.

Professor Dumbledore believes that Voldemort will target you, or torture you, ask me about my whereabouts, or think that I will rush to rescue you."

"You must hide, Phoenix Society helps you to provide you with the best and most stringent protection."

Uncle Vernon did not speak, but paced around.

He was reluctant to leave here and moved out of the house he had lived in for more than ten years

Vernon gasped heavily, and his thick black mustache also fluctuated and fluctuated, and his big face turned purple-red.

"Well, we accept this protection. But why can't Stark protect us?

We can live in his house.”

Vernon had met William in the news report and knew that he knew the Queen.

He definitely hoped that the boy would protect him more than other wizards.

Harry held back and didn't roll his eyes, he said impatiently:

"I said that William is very busy. Recently, newspapers have also reported that he is fighting.

He has a lot of things to be responsible for, so how can he protect you?"

"But our safety is also very important!" Vernon muttered.

"Oh, since you are so important, why not call and let the Muggle Prime Minister protect you?" Harry became sarcastic.

He was also shocked. He didn't know when he became "Srisy".

Uncle Vernon was beaten up and his face turned red.

"Dad," Dudley suddenly shouted, "I want to go with the people from the Order of the Phoenix."

Harry raised his eyebrows and looked at his big cousin with surprise.

Since being attacked by the Dementors the previous year, Dudley seems to have become a little different.

But it doesn't matter...

He and his aunt, uncle, and cousin will separate tonight - never see each other again.

However, Harry suddenly realized that this was something he had been thinking about for more than ten years...

Now that it is finally coming true, I am not happy at all.

At this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Harry walked over and opened the door, and an excited voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"Harry Potter!"

A small man wearing a lilac top hat bowed to him: "It's a great honor to see you!"

"Thank you, Dedal." Harry was a little embarrassed. "Come in quickly."

The visitors were Hessica and Dedalo. According to the tasks set, they would send their aunts and their family to a safe place.

Harry's departure was escorted by the crazy-eyed man.

Dedalo strode into the living room and said quickly:

"We will take your aunt's family to a safe place."

"And you, Harry," Hessia continued, "A short time the crazy-eyed man will come to pick you up and take you to the phantom.

However, if he has not appeared yet at the agreed time, something may have happened.

Don't wait for him, this door key will be sent to the Order of Phoenix headquarters. Do you know how to use it?"

Harry nodded and took a worn can.

Dedalo turned to the Dursleys again, "How about it, are you packing your luggage? Are we going to set off?"

Uncle Vernon shouted, "That's goodbye, boy."

He stretched his right arm forward and wanted to shake Harry's hand, but at the last moment he couldn't seem to face it, so he clasped his hand into a fist and swung back and forth like a metronome.
To be continued...