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Chapter 842: Harry's Summer Vacation
🕑 Added 2023-08-23 04:55:36 +0000 UTCHermione instantly thought of Voldemort, only he could order the Dementors to attack Harry.
Evan knew it was not Voldemort. It was Umbridge's order, but that didn't make much difference.
Voldemort would certainly control the Dementors. It was a matter of time.
Maybe, the two parties were now in contact, and the Dementors might change sides at any time.
Compared with the Ministry of Magic, Voldemort could provide them with much more and more attractive things.
Unlike giants, the Dementors were absolute Dark creatures. They haunted the darkest and dirtiest places in the world in droves, cheering corruption and despair, and there was no way to communicate and persuade them. They could only be eliminated.
Maybe the Dementors themselves were the creation of evil gods, and they were fundamentally different from normal creatures.
"This matter is very complicated. The letter says that Fudge was going to expel Harry from Hogwarts directly..." said Evan vaguely, looking down at the letter in his hand. "After Dumbledore intervened, they had to let go and asked Harry to go to the Ministry of Magic for hearing. The situation is not good for us."
"They can't do this, it's just outrageous," said Hermione. "They can't expel Harry, they just can’t. There’s provision in the Decree for the Restriction of Underage Sorcery for the use of magic in life-threatening situations. We must go back and help him. I remember many laws and regulations..."
Because of this incident, they were not in the mood to stay in Egypt.
Anyway, all the things that should be done on this trip had been completed, now it was time to go back.
At the time of the parting, Gabrielle invited Evan and Hermione to be her guests in France, and it was also agreed that she would go to England during her next vacation.
As for Fleur, not surprisingly, they would meet again soon.
According to the original plot, she was going to find a job in Britain and practice her English by the way.
Bill was also planning to return home. He was very embarrassed in Egyptian Gringotts because of his involvement in Zoser’s case. It was better to go back to find an office job and take care of his family while fighting Voldemort.
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As Evan and Hermione prepared to go back, Harry was lying weakly on his bed.
A deep sense of despair surrounded him, and the room was dim, with no lights on.
He stayed in his bedroom all day, leaving it only to go to the bathroom.
He raised his hands and looked up for a while, and then let go.
It was definitely his worst summer vacation, he had been trapped in this house all summer at Number Four Privet Drive, lost contact with the wizarding world, couldn't hear anything he wanted to know, doing nothing like a Muggle. Or worse, facing the daily taunts of the Dursleys.
He wanted to have news about Voldemort, what Dumbledore, Sirius, Evan, and his good friends were doing. He wanted help, but there was nothing. Everyone ignored him. Not even a single letter.
This made Harry feel a sense of depression and loss in his heart. Thinking of this, he rolled over, and the sense of despair that had been torturing him all summer overwhelmed him unexpectedly. He knew that Evan was on vacation with Hermione in Egypt, Ron was with the others, and Sirius might be there.
The thought that they were having a good time while he was stuck in Privet Drive, he couldn't stand it!
He was so angry with them that he had even thrown away the Honeydukes chocolates and the Egyptian special cake they’d sent on his birthday without opening them, though he had regretted this after eating the wilting salad Aunt Petunia had provided for dinner that night.
Harry sighed and got up from the bed, feeling really not in mood to sleep.
The memory went on, and just yesterday evening, he met Dementors in an alley near the Dursleys.
Two Dementors suddenly came out to attack him and Dudley.
Harry used the Patronus Charm to drive them away and saved Dudley's life, but received no praise. Instead, he received a letter from the Ministry of Magic. They expelled him!
The letter was still on the desk, and Harry picked it up and read it again under the light of the street lamp, and he became even more annoyed.
It read:
Dear Mr. Potter,
We have received intelligence that you performed the Patronus Charm at twenty-three past nine this evening in a Muggle-inhabited area and in the presence of a Muggle.
The severity of this breach of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery has resulted in your expulsion from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ministry representatives will be calling at your place of residence shortly to destroy your wand.
As you have already received an official warning for a previous offense under section 13 of the International Confederation of Wizards’ Statute of Secrecy, we regret to inform you that your presence is required at a disciplinary hearing at the Ministry of Magic at 9 a.m. on August 12th.
Hoping you are well,
Yours sincerely,
Mafalda Hopkirk
IMPROPER USE OF MAGIC OFFICE
Ministry of Magic
At that moment, Inside Harry’s head all was icy and numb.
One fact had penetrated his consciousness like a paralyzing dart. He was expelled from Hogwarts. It was all over. He was never going back.
Harry was not going to sit still. Before the holidays, Hermione had analyzed it for him. He knew that because of Voldemort's return, Fudge and the Ministry of Magic had severed ties with them, and he was now Fudge's main target.
He had only one way at the time, he had to escape, and he couldn't just wait here, waiting for the Ministry of Magic to send someone to destroy his wand.
There was hope as long as he escaped. Sirius and Evan would help him, at least Harry thought so.
Although he was still angry with them, Sirius and Evan were the only people Harry could rely on at the moment; otherwise, he could only go wandering around the world.
He still had some expectations. Perhaps, as he had done two years ago, he left the Dursleys with the trunk and met Evan on the dark street.
But soon, he received a second letter from Mr. Weasley.
A few lines were written very hastily and blotchily in black ink: Dumbledore’s just arrived at the Ministry, and he’s trying to sort it all out. DO NOT LEAVE YOUR AUNT AND UNCLE’S HOUSE. DO NOT DO ANY MORE MAGIC. DO NOT SURRENDER YOUR WAND.
In this way, he decided to stay, and he confessed everything to the Dursleys.
Although he didn't understand why the Dementors came to Little Whinging, and just landed in the alley where he was.
No matter how he thought about it, this couldn’t be a coincidence. Maybe the Ministry of Magic had lost control over the Dementors?
Perhaps some Dementors had escaped from Azkaban and joined Voldemort, just as Dumbledore once predicted?
