novelcrest Chapter 98 Weasley breaks into the Dursleys' quarters at night, drives to rescue Harry from his
Chapter 98 Weasley breaks into the Dursleys' quarters at night, drives to rescue Harry from his
The day passed quickly.
Harry lay on the hard floor of the storage room, thinking sadly.
His birthday today began with an argument in the morning, transitioned into loneliness at noon, and ended with Dobby's arrival in the evening and him being locked in the storage room.
It can truly be described as colorful and diverse.
Meanwhile, in a house not far from Harry's, Professor Sean Phillips of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, whom Harry so longed to attend, was experiencing a completely different situation and feeling.
"Slower..."
Sean took a deep breath as he looked at the female knight riding on his body.
In life, some people enjoy a peaceful life, while others bear heavy burdens, and he is one of those who bear heavy burdens.
He felt like he had fallen into a trap.
Early this morning, Bella intentionally or unintentionally created various unexpected events to tempt him, who had a strong will.
This includes, but is not limited to, pretending to look for something inside the laundry drum while doing laundry; deliberately leaving the bathroom door open so someone can bring toilet paper; accidentally putting on an inescapable collar; and pretending to be petrified...
Sean suspected that she might have seen the magazine he had ordered yesterday.
The above seems to contain a plot summary of a female investigator and a vicious criminal.
It seems she kept seducing me with the intention of inviting me to play a villain in the film, so I could be subjected to inhumane torture.
Bella has always liked this style.
With a long, drawn-out breath, the battle, which had lasted for an unknown period of time, finally came to an end.
Bella did not choose to pull out Sean's wand. Instead, she lay on top of Sean, hugging his strong body tightly, as if she wanted to merge herself into his embrace.
Sean gently stroked Bella's hair, and just as he was about to say something, he suddenly saw a car flying in the moonlight high in the clouds outside the window.
It seems that it's not far from me.
A car that flies in the sky?
Just as Sean was wondering if he was dizzy from the continuous battles, he seemed to remember something. Could it be...?
Sean used a little visual magic, making distant objects appear to zoom in rapidly in his vision.
as predicted.
There were three people in the car, and all three of them had one thing in common: their striking red hair.
Without a doubt, these are the Weasley brothers.
George and Fred sat in the front of the car, excitedly turning the steering wheel and watching the windshield wipers swaying wildly in front of them.
Ron, on the other hand, turned his head to look out the window, gazing intently at the scenery outside.
Sean instinctively used magic to draw the curtains closed.
He didn't want the Weasley brothers to know that their beloved professor was studying dark magic day and night during the holidays—that would be unfair to the students who didn't have the opportunity to learn dark magic.
Before Sean could react, the plane plummeted and crashed into the houses behind him.
Sean frowned slightly.
If he remembers correctly...
This scene must be the legendary "Weasley breaks into the Dursleys at night and drives Harry to safety" plot.
To be honest, whether from the perspective of plot development or a professor's "sense of responsibility," he couldn't remain indifferent to what he saw. He felt he could do something...
......
The room gradually darkened. Harry was exhausted and starving, and the unsolvable questions still lingered in his mind.
In this confused state, he unconsciously drifted into sleep, but his sleep was not restful.
In his dream, he found himself in an exhibit cage at a zoo, with a label on his body that read "Little Wizard".
He lay on the dry grass, so weak he was almost dying, and people could only peek at him from outside the iron fence.
He spotted Dobby's face in the crowd and frantically called for his help, but Dobby cried out, "Harry Potter is safe over there, sir!"
Then it vanished without a trace.
Then the Dursleys appeared, and Dudley shook the cage while mocking him.
"Stop," Harry mumbled incoherently, the rattling of the bars piercing his weary nerves. "Don't bother me...stop...I just want to sleep..."
He struggled to open his eyes, and moonlight streamed through the window bars onto his face.
Suddenly, he realized that someone was staring at him through the iron bars—a face covered in freckles, with flowing red hair and a prominent nose came into view.
Ron Weasley appeared right outside Harry's window.
"Ron!" Harry called softly, carefully walking to the window and gently pushing it open so they could talk through the iron bars. "Ron, what's going on here?"
When Harry saw what was in front of him, his mouth dropped open.
Ron was looking at him through the rear window of a light green sedan, which was miraculously suspended in mid-air.
Ron's twin brothers, Fred and George, sat in the front row and greeted him with grins.
"Hey Harry, how's it going?" Fred asked mischievously.
"What's going on?" Ron asked anxiously. "Why haven't you replied to my letters? I invited you twelve times, and then my father came back and said you cast spells in front of Muggles and got a warning..."
"That wasn't me—how did he know?" Harry protested.
“He works at the Ministry of Magic,” Ron explained. “You know we can’t use magic freely outside of school—”
"You make it sound so easy." Harry's eyes widened as he stared at the car hovering in the air.
"Oh, it's alright," Ron said with a laugh. "We just borrowed Dad's car; we didn't put any magic on it. But using magic in front of the Muggles you live with is a big no-no..."
“I told you, that wasn’t me—but there’s no time to explain now. Could you tell the school that the Dursleys have locked me up and won’t let me go back to school? I obviously can’t escape using magic, otherwise the Ministry of Magic will think I’ve violated magic rules twice in three days, so—” Harry said urgently.
"Stop talking," Ron interrupted him. "We're here to rescue you."
"But you can't use magic either—" Harry said worriedly.
“We don’t need to use magic,” Ron said smugly. “Have you forgotten who’s next to me?” He nodded toward Fred and George in the front row.
"Tie the rope to the iron fence," Fred said, tossing Harry a piece of rope.
"If the Dursleys wake up, I'm done for," Harry said, quickly tying the rope securely to a metal bar. Fred then started the car.
"Don't worry," Fred reassured her, "Stand back a bit."
Harry retreated into the shadows of the room, approaching Hedwig's cage. Hedwig seemed to sense the tense atmosphere and remained motionless inside.
The car engine roared louder and louder, then suddenly there was a deafening crash as the iron fence was uprooted. Fred slammed on the gas, and the car shot straight into the sky—Harry rushed to the window.
The window bars were swaying a few feet off the ground.
Ron, panting heavily, dragged it into the car.
The window grille was carefully placed on the seat next to Ron, and Fred reversed the car, getting as close to Harry's window as possible.
"Get in the car quickly," Ron urged.
"But what about my school supplies... and my wand... my flying broom..." Harry said anxiously.
"Where are they?" Ron asked.
"I'm locked in the storage room under the stairs, and I can't get out—" Harry replied helplessly.
"That's easy," said George, who was sitting next to the driver. "Make way, Harry."
Fred and George nimbly climbed into Harry's room through the window.
George pulled an ordinary hairpin from his pocket and began skillfully picking the lock.
But before they could even touch the lock, it opened on its own.
"The Arahomon Opens!"
Fred seemed a little flustered upon hearing the unlocking spell.
"Ron, are you crazy? We're not allowed to use spells off-campus during the holidays!"
But their questions went unanswered for a long time, and even Harry didn't say a word during this period.
The twin brothers stared at the extra figure on the ground, stiffly turning their necks to look behind them...