Chapter 275 The Cowardly Woman and the Irritable Man

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"...I know you must be aggrieved in the near future, but as long as you keep yourself safe, everything will be fine. Be careful and don't do anything hasty."

At least Sirius seemed to understand how Harry felt.

Yes, Harry sent a letter to Sirius too.

It must be admitted that his letter, like Ron and Hermione's, did not reveal to Harry what he wanted to know, but Sirius' letter contained some words of caution and reassurance, rather than half-revealed words, which made him feel uncomfortable. The itching is unbearable.

But then again, Harry basically did as Sirius told him to, and at least he resisted the temptation to strap the suitcase to his broomstick and fly straight to the Burrow.

In fact, Harry thought his performance had been very good.

To know how frustrated and angry he had been to be stuck in Privet Drive for so long, having to hide in a flower bed in order to hear a single word that revealed what Voldemort was up to.

However, it was frustrating that it was Sirius who had told him not to act recklessly.

He has an indistinct relationship with Voldemort. From the beginning of confusion to the current attempt to face it, he has also experienced many messy incidents.

Probably because every wizard will call him "The Boy Who Lived" when he sees him! Now he also seems to have a sense of responsibility in his heart... No, to be precise, it is the feeling of being a "main party".

He couldn't understand why it seemed like everyone was avoiding him this time, did something happen?

Thinking this way, Harry walked across Magnolia Crescent Street, turned into Magnolia Road, and walked towards the playground that was gradually dimming out of habit.

But just as he took a step, he stopped again.

"Are you still following me?"

Harry found that he couldn't say anything harsh to this woman who seemed shy, and he could even use a relatively tactful tone to refuse her to follow him.

Even though he had suspected from the very beginning, this woman was actually a beast that hadn't bared its fangs.

"But I... have nowhere else to go..."

The woman took a step back as if checking the distance,

She has always been very sensitive to other people's emotions, and she has vaguely noticed Harry's rejection of her.

"And..." she muttered, "What you said just now... wait until school starts..."

"I didn't say I must take you there!" Harry stammered angrily.

Perhaps because of Harry's depressed mood recently, and the woman in front of him being very inexplicable, when he said this, his volume rose a little unconsciously.

The woman was obviously stunned for a moment, and then exuded a sense of cowardice that did not match her age. Facing Harry, a boy nearly ten years younger than her, she actually flinched first.

"Ah... um... yes, I'm sorry..." The woman took a few steps back again, looked at Harry helplessly, then turned around and ran away.

Harry looked at the direction she was leaving, and subconsciously stretched out his hand towards the figure behind him, but then threw his half-stretched hand behind his back depressedly.

"What and what! Who is she?"

Harry couldn't help but feel that his irritability index seemed to have risen by another whole level!

The playground door was locked, and Harry jumped across it, walking on the dry grass, which was as empty as the surrounding streets, as usual.

Going to where the swings were, he found a swing that Dudley and his friends hadn't managed to destroy yet and sat on it. He put one arm on the chain and looked sadly at the ground.

If he was discovered today by the Dursleys, he would never be able to hide in the flower bed again. Tomorrow, he had to figure out another way to eavesdrop on the news.

And for the same reason, he had nothing to look forward to today, and another night of confusion and restlessness lay before him.

By the way, the scar on his forehead has started to sting again these days, which really makes him uncomfortable.

Although he also discovered that the "Occlumency Technique" can stop the pain, it can only relieve the pain and cannot prevent it. It is impossible for him to keep his brain closed all the time.

But he knew that Ron, Hermione and Sirius might not be very interested in this matter. Maca might be able to tell him something, but he can't contact him unilaterally, so what's the use?

"No, no one can blame Maca..."

They had given him the notebook about Occlumency early in the morning. Without that thing, he would be in more pain now, and he can't be so heartless.

But should he wait like this? This is too depressing... The resentment in his heart keeps piling up, making him want to yell loudly.

He is the champion of the Triwizard Tournament! Although this champion seems to be dehydrated, he can understand it. After all, if he said that he had won Maca, even he himself would not believe it.

But no matter what, he is also a champion! He is also working very hard!

In order to pass those weird and thrilling levels, not only did he spend 12 minutes of energy preparing, but the underground tower was full of dangers.

And what did he get in return? It was being stuck in Little Whinging for four full weeks, almost completely cut off from the wizarding world, and having to squat among those dying begonia bushes just to hear about the budgerigar water-skiing!

The only time I participated in an audio-visual meeting was a pair of strange violent sisters who took him directly to the scene after tossing him unconscious!

These angry thoughts kept churning in Harry's mind, and he was in a mess.

At this time, night had fallen, and a sultry and soft night came. The air was filled with warm dry grass, and all around was the muffled sound of traffic on the road beyond the playground railing.

He didn't know how long he sat on the swing until someone else's voice interrupted his contemplation. He looked up, and the street lamps on the surrounding streets cast a hazy light and shadow.

He could see a group of figures walking across the playground, one of them humming a vulgar song loudly, and the others laughing. There was also a slight tinkling sound, which was the sound of several expensive racing cars they were pushing.

Harry knew who they were at the head of the group, which was without a doubt his cousin Dudley Dursley, who was walking towards the house in the company of his cronies.

Dudley was still as big and big as ever, but a year of strict food control and a newly developed talent had greatly improved his physique.

Uncle Vernon gleefully told everyone that Dudley had recently become the Southeast Junior Heavyweight Intercollegiate Boxing Champion. This "noble sport," as Uncle Vernon called it, made Dudley all the more formidable.

Harry thought Dudley was good enough when he was Dudley's first punching bag in primary school.

Although he didn't feel the slightest fear of his cousin now, he didn't think it was anything to celebrate that Dudley's punches were getting harder and more accurate.

The children in the neighborhood were terrified of Dudley even more than the "Potter Kid". The grown-ups had warned them that Potter was a hard-boiled young rogue at the St. Bruce Safe Center School for Delinquents.

Of course, Harry knew by guessing from a certain semicircular part that it must have been passed on by his "good" uncle and "good" aunt.

Watching the dark figures across the grass, Harry wondered who they'd beaten again tonight.

"Hurry up! Turn around, cousin, I'm sitting here alone! Come and compete!" He thought boredly.

Dudley's group of violent friends would definitely run straight at him if they saw him sitting here, so what would Dudley do?

He certainly didn't want to lose face in front of his friends, but he didn't dare to provoke Harry. It must have been fun to watch Dudley be torn, taunting him, admiring how helpless he was to suffer.

If anyone else dared to hit Harry, he was prepared to have a wand in his hand! Come and try it! He was dying to take out his disappointment on the boys who had made his life hell!

But all this was just thinking, Harry couldn't have done that, and they didn't turn around, didn't see him, they were almost at the railing.

Harry resisted the urge to call them back. It was not wise to start a fight, and he must never use magic, or he risked being expelled from school again.

The voices of Dudley's gang faded away, and they walked further and further down Magnolia Road, out of sight.

"You can rest easy, Sirius," thought Harry sullenly, "do nothing reckless. Play your own way. It's the exact opposite of what you've been doing."

He got off the swing and stood on the ground, straightening his body again.

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon seemed to think that when Dudley showed up, it was time to go home, and as long as it was after this time, it was too late.

Uncle Vernon once threatened to put Harry in the shed if he ever came home after Dudley.

So, holding back his yawn, Harry walked towards the gate of the playground with a sad face.

Magnolia Drive, like Privet Drive, is full of big, square houses and the lawns are immaculately manicured. They belonged to big, boxy guys who drove immaculate cars like Uncle Vernon's.

Harry preferred Little Whinging at night, with its curtained windows showing jewel-like patches of color in the darkness.

During the day, whenever he passed the heads of households, he would always hear murmurs of dissatisfaction with him as a "juvenile delinquent", but now there was no such danger.

He was walking fast, and halfway up Magnolia Drive he saw Dudley's gang again. them……

"What are they doing here?"

Harry stepped into the shadow of a large lilac tree, peered over there, and then gave a look of astonishment.

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