Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 260: Under the Moonlight
"What do you want to do!"

Vernon shouted,

"You're using that damn thing again—let me see!"

He snatched Harry's letter, only to see "I don't want to be here," before the paper airplane flew through his hand and began its wobbly flight.

"Ah! What is this!"

Vernon watched in horror as the paper airplane wobbled and flew away.

"I warned you! I cannot tolerate you using your special abilities in my home!"

He was all bark and no bite, but the next moment, his expression changed slightly, because an owl flew in through the restaurant window like a whirlwind, dropped a letter on his head, and then flew away like a whirlwind.

After Vernon finished reading, he roared, his small eyes gleaming with a devilish light.

"Read this!"

He waved the letter delivered by the owl and said maliciously.
"Here—read it!"

Harry took the letter, which contained only:

Mr. Potter: We have received a report that you used a suspending spell at your residence at 3:12 p.m. today.

As you know, underage wizards are not allowed to use magic outside of school. If you do such a thing again, you may be expelled from the school (The Act on Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards, 1875, Section 3).

Please also remember that according to Article 13 of the International Statute of Secrecy of the International Confederation of Wizards, any magical activity that may attract the attention of non-magical members (Muggles) is a serious offense.

Have a nice summer!
Mafalda Hopkirk,

Ministry of Magic Office Prohibiting the Abuse of Magic

He used magic? When?
Harry froze, inexplicably thinking of the lamp that had floated away, and then he saw the little monster's face in the tree.

He wasn't given more time to think.

Vernon lunged at Harry like a big bulldog, his teeth bared.

"Ah, I have news for you, kid... I'm going to lock you up... You'll never be able to go back to that school... never... If you escape using magic—they'll expel you!"

He truly did what he said he would do.

He had someone install iron bars on Harry's windows and personally installed a trapdoor on the bedroom door, turning the room into something like a prison cell.

It cut off Harry's hope.

Time passed slowly, and the streets were soaked by the heavy rain. Harry knew that the Dursleys wouldn't be so kind as to let him out.

At the same time, he knew even more that the damned monster outside would never let him go, and he even suspected that the monster was Voldemort's henchman.

Think about it, if the monster wants him to stay here indefinitely, he'll either end up being expelled from Hogwarts because he can't go to school, or he'll be unable to stand it, use magic, and still be expelled.

Who will laugh the happiest?

Of course, it only includes the Dursleys and Voldemort.

He gazed at the distant, dim horizon, where the clouds resembled gray sponges soaked with water.

There were many things there that were blurry and indistinct. Harry's eyes were filled with worry. If he couldn't use magic and there was a little monster watching over him, what would Sheen do?

And him, why is he always getting into trouble?

As Harry lost consciousness in his sorrow, the last thing he saw in his mind was nothing on the horizon and no one else was there.

And so he fell asleep without realizing it, but his sleep was restless. He dreamed that he was being exhibited in a zoo, and the card on the cage read "Little Wizard".

People watched him through the iron bars; he lay on straw, starving and on the verge of death. He saw Dobby's face in the crowd, and Dobby cried out, "Harry Potter will be locked in a cage for the rest of his life!" and then vanished.

Then he saw the Dursleys, and Dudley shook the iron cage bars and mocked him.

"Harry."

He heard a mature voice, which continued without stopping. He opened his eyes, and moonlight shone in through the window bars.

A black cat stood between the windows, its jet-black fur tinged silver in the moonlight, and the sound came from the buttons in its fur.

"You're awake. Let's go."

The black cat was still talking. "What am I dreaming about now..."

Harry muttered to himself.

Then he saw the black cat leap into the air and transform into a wizard he knew all too well.

"The cat turned into Sheen—this is too unreal—"

Harry thought he was dreaming.

"Don't be silly."

"Sheen said, standing in front of me."

“Sheen doesn’t have this voice, and he wouldn’t speak like that. Besides, you didn’t open your mouth at all.”

Harry lay back down on the bed and closed his eyes.

Sheen was speechless for a moment.

He had actually arrived quite some time ago, but he didn't want to get involved with Dobby, so he waited until the house-elf disappeared before appearing.

He waited a moment until Harry squeezed his arm and then jumped out of bed:

"It's not a dream!"

……

"what should we do?"

Harry looked at Sheen with concern; he had just come to accept that this was indeed the real Sheen.

He then realized that what he was worried about was a piece of cake for Sheen.

The iron bars had been corroded by a potion used by Sheen, and outside the window, two flying brooms awaited them.

The broom was imbued with many magical spells: including windproof, automatic pathfinding, and automatic flight.

And so, Harry left that cage in a dreamlike way.

At night, the rain stopped, and Sheen was reading Professor Dumbledore's notes, while Harry seemed hesitant to speak.

"Feel sorry,"

Harry said,
"I'm such a bother to always ask you guys for help."

He lowered his head.

From the moment he entered Hogwarts, he was receiving help... Sheen lent him his notes even though they were complete strangers, and welcomed him into Hope Lodge. When Voldemort attacked him, it was Sheen who led them to confront Voldemort... while he was always the one causing trouble.

He clearly didn't put in much effort at all...

Seeing Harry's cautious demeanor, Sheen recalled the dark and cramped place they had just been in. It was located at the bottom of the stairs, pitch black, and filled with spiders.

He remembered the cold canned soup that Penny had just brought Harry, which contained very little food.

He sighed.

“Harry, why do you ask that? You’ve already suffered so much.”

Despite being bathed in moonlight, Harry couldn't see anything.

All he knew was that he would never forget this day, forget this rain, forget that someone told him... Harry, it's okay, I'll help, because you need help.

……

We've arrived at the Leaky Cauldron.

The pub is located on a Muggle street in Charing Cross Road, London. Its exterior is dark and dilapidated, and it is in the Tudor style of the Victorian era.

Sheen put away the broom and let Harry's automatic broom cruise to the Magic House.

Then they went into the bar with Harry, where many people were waiting for them.

(End of this chapter)