Harry was still full of doubts. But the boring life of two weeks in a row made him unable to wait to return to the magic world, especially Hermione gave him a very tempting reason - casting spells without worries - he couldn't ask for more.

"I'll pack my luggage right away!" Harry said hurriedly.

The Dursleys were lying on the window and looking outside, looking cautious and sensitive, with exactly the same suspicion in their eyes.

"Who is she?" Uncle Fennon asked first as Harry walked into the foyer. He looked carefully at Hermione standing alone near the flower bed. Even with his picky gaze, he could not see the flaw. "She was also--she also went to school with you?"

"Yes, that's right." Harry passed by them and turned to the stairs.

"Tell me clearly! What did she do--you gave our address to others?" Uncle Feinong chased after him fiercely, and finally blocked the stairs in front of Harry, lit Harry's chest, and spitted with spit: "I don't know if it's the illusion we brought to you, but - this family - I will never allow - to become a freak concentration camp!"

"She has a name!" said Harry, angrily, "her name is Hermione, and she is not here to stay."

He lowered his head and drilled through the huge gap under Uncle Feinong's arm. "She came to inform me to leave here, and I'm leaving soon." Ha said in a tone of uncontrollable joy.

"Boy, don't talk to me in that tone - we adopted you! You have to learn to be grateful-"

The bedroom door locked the rude voice of Uncle Fennon outside. Harry didn't care at all. He was about to go to another place, and there was a voice in his heart that was so happy that he was humming.

He looked around and suddenly found his room in a mess - on the floor were a few parchment paper, an ink bottle and a few quills, which were his unfinished astronomical homework; on the crumbling bedside table were piled with a small pile of candy, the snack packaging bags brought back from the train were torn apart, and half of the head of the chocolate frog was bitten off; and on the books he had put on for the past two weeks, Hedwig's owl cage...

Fortunately Hermione didn't follow him in. Harry couldn't help thinking.

He sat on the bed, bent down and pulled out the box from the bottom of the bed, several Muggle clothes, and the wizard's robe was piled up in a mess. The socks that Dobby gave him were turned over to the top at some point, and they looked particularly eye-catching. In the next few minutes, Harry stuffed the scattered books all over the room and put them in his trunk. While he was thinking happily about where he would go next, he recalled where he put things.

There were some snacks, comic books and textbooks locked in the cabinet. The former was a complete set of "The Adventures of the Little Wizard Mickchi" comics, and the latter was a series of Gidro Lockhart's books - Harry had always wanted to find an opportunity to throw it away. Lockhart's true face was actually a liar, and he became famous by putting other people's stories on himself. He also served as a professor of dark magic defense when Harry was in the second grade. However, halfway through the school year, Lockhart's bad behavior was discovered and he was imprisoned by the Ministry of Magic and was imprisoned in Azkaban Prison.

Harry grinned, and he, Ron, and Hermione contributed.

He opened the closet, rolled the dirty clothes into a ball, stuffed them into the gaps in the box, then picked up the purple booklet next to the pillow and placed it on the clothes. For a moment, Harry stared at the booklet and was stunned. He stared at the handwriting on the cover-

"Wartime Survival Manual - Authorized by the Ministry of Magic: Protect your family and family from black magic."

Harry held his breath, carefully turned the first page, and read the fourth item repeatedly - agreeing a security code with his relatives and friends to see through the Death Eater using compound decoction to pretend to others (see page 2).

His breathing suddenly became rapid and his mouth was dry.

Harry slowed down and tiptoed to the window, looking outside quickly as if he was doing something bad - Hermione was gone.

Harry's brain was blank.

What's going on? Is Hermione fake? He swallowed and forced himself to calm down.

Hermione suddenly came to the door and wanted to take him to a place. It was nothing. She gave her an address... But someone should have notified him. Could it be that Sirius was so busy that he forgot that there was such a thing? But Professor Hepp shouldn't forget it.

Harry felt that he was too worried. If Hermione was pretending to be the Death Eater, she should chant an evil curse to herself as soon as she saw her, instead of letting him go upstairs to pack her luggage... But he couldn't help but wonder, what if the Death Eater wanted him to leave willingly?

Pretending to be an accident, adding difficulty to subsequent investigators, the suspicion will only fall on the real Hermione.

Arranged a security code with relatives and friends... He didn't even ask where Hermione was going, he was dazzled by the sudden joy...

Compound decoction... He has seen it, but how should he distinguish it? He has no impression of it at all.

Harry glanced out of the window again, and Hermione was back, and—she noticed Harry on the second floor and smiled at him.

Where did she just go? Who did she talk to?

Harry's heart pounded.

Crook Hill, this is strong evidence... Death Eaters cannot take compound decoctions to animals. Hermione has been taught a lesson before, but Harry is not sure if it was a transfiguration, and he didn't pay attention to it before.

Harry was rushing downstairs with the box and cage, which kept hitting the handrail of the stairs, and Hedwig screamed dissatisfied, yes... When Harry stood downstairs, he suddenly thought that he could ask someone if this was the case.

But it seemed too late. If Hermione was really a Death Eater pretending to be, she wouldn't give him too much time. Even if he delayed it a little, the Death Eater and her companions might rush in the next second.

Harry was stunned, his head chaotic.

"Boy, what are you waiting for! No one wants to keep you!" Uncle Feinong yelled in the living room, his voice overwhelming the sound of the TV program-"Goal! Leading 1:0."

Harry turned his head stiffly, looking at Uncle Fennon, Aunt Penny and Dudley, who were each doing their own things, as usual. Harry was strangely turbulent inside. He could phantomize in advance when he was in danger, but this meant that the Dursleys would face unknown risks.

For example, endure the anger of the defunct Death Eater.

But who made them treat themselves badly? Harry thought, his gaze slowly slipped through the people in the living room, just like re-examining them, judging from another perspective...

"The ice cream is gone." Dudley's fat arm slapped the table.

"There are some in the refrigerator, baby." Aunt Penny said, stacking the dishes into stacks.

"I want to eat chocolate-flavored! Qiao Ke! Li!" Dudley shouted.

"Okay, Dada." Aunt Penny said spoiledly. She put down the half-tied dining table and wiped her hands. "Mom will buy it for you now. Go and go back quickly. You can eat another piece of fried meat during this time-" She walked towards the door.

Harry stared at her, her hands on the doorknob and his heart rose.

"Don't go out," he said hoarsely.

Aunt Penny turned her head in surprise, her eyebrows twisted strangely, her thin lips pursed into a line, and the doting in her eyes quickly became cold.

"You haven't left yet," she said, turning back and putting one hand on the door handle and twisting it hard.

"Don't go out!" said Harry, as if he had regained his ability to move, walked forward and pulled Aunt Penny away from the door, then pulled out his wand.

The Dursleys screamed and jumped up. "Put it—that thing—set it!" Aunt Penny said loudly.

"How dare you!" This is Uncle Feinong.

Harry ignored them, he carefully hid his wand in his sleeve and looked outside through the window. The Dursleys were frightened by his attitude and froze in place. Harry pushed open the door, and the noise here was obviously spread outside, because Hermione was looking into the yard.

Harry slowly walked out.

"What's wrong? Haven't you finished cleaning up yet?" Hermione asked.

"I, uh..." Harry said, scraping his head, "I suddenly thought of a question, where are we going? Are we going back?" He shrugged with ease, "You know, I have too many things and it's very slow to pack up."

"Oh," Hermione didn't doubt, "I don't know either. The professor asked me to come at seven o'clock. He said that if I came early, I could wait with you at Sirius' rental house first."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, at least she knew that Sirius had a rental house nearby.

He couldn't help but complain, "It's only been around five o'clock in the afternoon, you're here too early."

Hermione snorted, "I have to leave you some time to clean up, and I haven't been here before. My parents are worried that they can't find the way, but they didn't expect it to be quite smooth-"

"Mom and Dad?" Harry shouted.

"Yes." Hermione looked to the corner of the street, and Harry followed her eyes and saw a car parked on the road. He recognized two familiar outlines. If there was no problem with his memory, it should be Mr. Granger and Mrs. Granger.

"You told me how unfriendly the Dursleys were," Hermione pursed her lips. "I think—if too many people block the door, it might cause you trouble."

"Thinking thoroughly." Harry stammered, all doubts were resolved. But he didn't know how to go back and explain to the Dursleys. He suddenly turned around like a nerve. Through the large windows of the living room, he could vaguely see two round creatures curled up into a ball, making Aunt Penny who was also leaning against each other so thin, as if Dudley had made a piece of clothing.

Harry was stunned for a moment, closed his mouth with his open mouth, and waved his hand, looking dejected.

"I'll get my luggage," he said in a depressed tone.

Harry returned to the living room, and the box and the birdcage were still placed on the floor. The Dursleys were crowded in a corner of the living room, just like what he saw from outside. Harry quietly lifted the cage, held the handle of the box with his other hand, and prayed in his heart... and pretended that nothing had happened.

"Boy! Explain what tricks are you playing!" Uncle Fennon yelled, and while trying to block Aunt Penny and Dudley, he glared at Harry while trying to block Aunt Penny and Dudley. But his plan was obviously disappointed, and anyone could cross him and see Dudley, who was as fat as a baby whale behind him.

It was Aunt Penny, who blushed and seemed to be so crowded that she couldn't breathe.

"I, I misunderstood," Harry said dryly, "The magic world has not been peaceful recently. I have to be careful, that person is back."

"Who are you talking about?" asked Uncle Feinong.

"Voldemort." Ha said in a dry voice. Let him go... Don't ask questions... You don't know...

"Fu-what?" Uncle Feinong shook his head and tried hard to make a thoughtful expression.

"Back?" At this time, Aunt Penny asked softly from behind, "That... murderer... is he back?"

Uncle Feinong looked at his wife and Harry, and his face gradually showed an enlightened expression, "I have heard of this name, he is that--"

The man who killed Harry's parents.

But no one answered him.

Harry glared at Aunt Penny. At first he felt strange and had a sense of absurd illusion - Voldemort, who was so scared by the wizards that the wizards dared to call him his name, was actually the Muggle he looked down upon the most, especially a housewife, who simply called the murderer. But from Aunt Penny's light-colored eyes widened because of fear, Harry vaguely realized that in this room, he was not the only one who knew what Voldemort's comeback meant.

Aunt Penny looked at him with a strange look, she had never given him a similar look before. This made Harry very uncomfortable. The air in the room seemed to make him breathless. He picked up the cage and suitcase containing Hedwig and walked out of No. 4 Ligustworthy Road quickly.

"Let's go." Harry said to Hermione panting.

"What's wrong with you?" Hermione asked after taking Harry's cage. Hedwig had just been treated rudely, dizzy in the cage, with originally bright, majestic amber eyes becoming distracted. It screamed angrily.

"Nothing," said Harry.

"You look like you just had a fight with someone."

"I-I'll talk about it on the way," said Harry.

Mr. Granger got out of the car and helped Harry put his luggage in the trunk. "Thank you - I can carry the cage." Harry said in a panic, sitting in the back seat with Hermione, almost pressing down on Mount Crook. Mount Crook jumped onto Hermione's lap and whined at him.

Harry didn't notice that the Grangers were also silent, as full of thought as he was.

"Where will you go next?" Mr. Granger asked hoarsely.

"Turn the intersection and walk a little further, very close," Harry said, then he heard a low sob.

Harry raised his head and saw Mrs. Granger in the front row wiping the corners of his eyes through the rearview mirror. The atmosphere in the car seemed to be more depressing than No. 4 Livervet Road. He couldn't figure out what was going on for a moment, so he could only look at Hermione. Hermione shook her head slightly, and her eyes were red.

The car parked in front of a small red house.

Harry got out of the car with Hedwig's cage, took out his and Hermione's luggage from the trunk, and walked towards the gate. But without following, he turned around and saw the Grangers holding their daughter tightly.

Harry suddenly understood the strange atmosphere in the car before - Hermione's parents had known about Voldemort's resurrection, and even they almost witnessed the incident in person. They spent two boring weeks on Ligustrum Road, but at the same time, the Grangers suffered a huge psychological burden and were frightened by their daughter.

Finally, Hermione separated from her parents. She watched them get in, the car started, and then disappeared on the street corner.

Hermione stared motionlessly at the place where the car disappeared. After a long time, she wiped her eyes and dragged her suitcase towards Harry.

"Is this the house Sirius rented?" Hermione asked muffled.

"Yes - Hermione, you can stay at home for two months," Harry mustered up the courage, "You are different from me-"
Chapter completed!