Especially when Harry took control of the television set at Aunt Petunia's house.
The family is going out today to visit a business partner.
As juvenile delinquents of the "St. Bruce Safety Center", they are not eligible to carry out such "family" activities with them.
So now he can lazily lean on the sofa, changing TV programs in boredom.
He didn't have to be made to watch stupid football by Dudley either.
Only now is the most free moment for him in this family.
But there won't be a Quidditch match on it, or a Weird Sisters concert.
He randomly tuned to a certain sports channel, the voice of the commentator was screaming, it seemed that another goal was scored in a football match, the boy's eyes were cast on the screen, but his mind was still thinking wildly.
He couldn't help thinking about the drastic changes that had taken place in the last school year
Dumbledore just left them
He still can't believe it when he thinks about it now.
There is an inexplicable sense of illusion,
The old man may knock on the door at any time, dragging a gorgeous gold and purple robe, slowly pushing the door in, with a smile on his face, telling him to go to Florin's Cold Drink Shop in Diagon Alley for dessert.
unrealistic fantasy.
Just when he was fantasizing about it.
Suddenly, there was another burst of tearing pain in the brain, as if the wooden strips suddenly broke with a grin, or as if the overwhelmed steel bars were entangled and dragged, the old tortoise shell was cracked inch by inch after being roasted at the extreme high temperature .
Thousands of painful feelings are used like a flood.
Accompanied by rage and bloodlust, his eye sockets began to swell and become bloodshot.
Voldemort was able to communicate and invade his mind.
He already knows.
He tried his best to use the Occlumency Technique he had used before, but the impact still continued unabated.
Finally, his centipede-like writhing on the sofa gradually slowed down
Because the sharp pain began to gradually subside.
His deity is even clearer than ever before, maybe it's the pain that makes him more sensitive
Then Harry was surprised to see that on the TV not far in front of him, a female announcer with a standard pronunciation began to interrupt urgent news.
"Tower Bridge across the River Thames collapsed at 12:00 noon today for unknown reasons."
"The government is looking for the cause, the number of casualties is being counted, and the injured have been rushed to the hospital."
"A piece of urgent news is broadcast. A strong tornado broke out in the area near the Lancaster government area in western England. I hope that the general public will be prepared for disaster prevention."
"Break in an urgent news..."
Although he wanted to tell himself that what was shown on TV were accidents, but his inexplicable intuition told him that these were not normal natural disasters.
It was obvious that the pain just now was the same emotion that Voldemort felt when he was destroying and destroying. He unscrupulously destroyed the public facilities of Muggles, causing panic.
Harry wanted to stop it.
But he couldn't stop it.
He neither knew where Voldemort did his evil, nor could he defeat him.
Powerless to change, but trying to change.
The powerlessness of the status quo made him feel inexplicably confused.
In the past, he could seek help from Dumbledore and confide in his secrets and confusion. Now it can only be borne by oneself.
Now he'd gone from worrying about his average Wizarding Grades to worrying about Voldemort's possible future actions.
These destructions will inevitably cause huge repercussions in Muggle society, and panic will spread like a virus.
Under the unstable society, there is a more turbulent undercurrent hidden.
Compared with the turmoil in Muggle society,
Not much better for the wizarding world.
In less than two months, many employees from all walks of life have resigned, especially those in the Ministry of Magic.
Because of their keen sense of smell, they can detect the coming of danger and the rapid changes of the Ministry of Magic.
Not only the sixth sense gained from fighting the black wizard, but also the keen perception of the current situation.
Umbridge begins a census of the entire Ministry of Magic.
It was strongly opposed by almost all employees.
She wanted to classify the current employees into categories—pure-blood wizards, half-blood wizards, and hemp-blood wizards.
It caused strong dissatisfaction, and many people left their jobs angrily. For those who left, it has to be said that it is a kind of luck.
Many people who were full of "sense of justice" because they didn't have time to leave their jobs were controlled by the Imperius Curse.
Aside from the official announcement, the Ministry of Magic is no different from Voldemort's actual rule.
Umbridge made the best choice for himself almost without any hesitation.
The confused Harry suddenly felt sleepy. He manipulated the button to turn off the TV, and returned to his poor little cubicle. He looked anxiously at the cobweb-covered ceiling, and then gradually closed his eyelids. fell asleep.
There was a "click".
Harry didn't know how long he had been asleep before he was woken up again.
That was the sound of the door closing, and Dudley liked to slam it down with his thick arms.
They prepared dinner for a while, and then they were ready to serve.
Just when they were about to start eating, an unexpected guest appeared.
there was a knock at the door
"Who would come at this time?" Hearing the knock on the door, Uncle Vernon stood up, his round belly trembled, and he dragged himself towards the door with great difficulty.
Professor McGonagall stood at the door, wearing a dark green robe and a pointed hat
"That! You're not very welcome here, and I won't invite you in for dinner." Uncle Vernon yelled with half disgust and half fear.
He has a little influence on this witch, she is an abnormal person, a teacher in that strange school with Potter and the others.
"I won't take your time for dinner, sir, but Mr. Potter will come with me."
She looked around the table
"You don't even have the self-consciousness to ask him to eat together, and I don't think you will keep him."
Dudley stared blankly at the full plate in front of him.
"Professor, but it's still early to leave school."
"I don't think you would like to be here either, do you?"
Professor McGonagall spoke half solicitingly, half asking.
Then she turned her head and gave the Dudleys one of her eagle eyes.
"Although you have abused Harry for a long time, you have to admit that you at least gave him a home."
"This time I have to advance a while. Although Dumbledore's spell is safe, it is the most problematic space when leaving for school, so I need to take him away in advance."
Uncle Vernon couldn't understand spells or other words, but he did understand the word security.
"Safe, you are taking this guy away, does that mean we are not safe?"
"Don't implicate us, that mysterious man is terrifying, isn't it?" The uncle's small eyes, which were almost covered by his face, were opened wide and opened, and he waved his hands in horror and said, for fear of involving them
"It should be a hundred times more terrifying than the terrorists in the eyes of Muggles." Professor McGonagall straightened the pointed hat on his head, making a very vivid but inappropriate metaphor.
"We're decent people!" Uncle Vernon slapped the table in front of him, baring his teeth, roaring excitedly, as if this would make him safer.