Hogwarts: This holy light is righteously evil

Chapter 141 Harry, We've Finally Found You

In the UK education system, private schools offer far superior overall conditions compared to public schools, and families that value their children's education will prioritize private schools.

But Harry didn't care about any of this. His only wish was to finally stop going to school with Dali and get rid of the years of bullying and harassment.

He could only keep this rare sense of ease and joy to himself.

He had long since figured out the Dursleys' temperament; his pleasure would only earn him their dissatisfaction and deliberate harassment.

Not long ago, Harry was unjustly subjected to a week-long confinement.

Previously, when Dali was visiting the zoo, he was accidentally locked in an animal display case. However, his uncle Vernon arbitrarily blamed Harry for everything and forcibly locked him in a storage cabinet as punishment.

Harry knew perfectly well that the whole thing had nothing to do with him.

He simply stared silently at the large snake in the cabinet through the glass, making no unusual move. He had no idea how Dali was trapped.

In his spare time, he would even secretly joke that perhaps the domineering Dali really did have the special ability to penetrate glass.

Harry's life experiences over the years have made him increasingly aware that the world he lives in contains many strange and inexplicable phenomena.

Occasionally, when I went shopping with my aunt, there would always be some strangers on the street dressed in strange clothes. They would always recognize me, take the initiative to come up and greet me warmly, solemnly call me Mr. Harry Potter, and sincerely shake hands with me.

These people appeared without any pattern, greeted him, and then turned and left, never giving him a chance to ask questions or get answers.

Over time, a vague fantasy began to grow in Harry's heart: perhaps in a corner unseen by ordinary people, there exists another whole world where everyone knows his name and knows of his existence.

He often indulged in this fantasy to comfort his mundane and oppressive life.

Today, an even stranger thing quietly happened, breaking the unchanging and oppressive daily routine of No. 4 Privet Road.

A peculiar letter appeared out of nowhere at my doorstep.

The envelope had no regular stamp, and the recipient's address was listed as 4 Privet Drive, inside the closet under the stairs, addressed to Harry Potter.

Such a meticulously detailed address directly pinpointed his secret residence, making it impossible for it to have been sent to someone else with the same name.

Harry carefully examined the letter; the envelope felt heavy, and it seemed to be filled with thick parchment paper.

Turn the envelope over, and a unique emblem comes into view: a combination of four mythical creatures—a lion, a snake, an eagle, and a badger—arranged to form the letter H.

Overjoyed, he took the letter back to the living room without thinking twice, and it was this decision that caused him to miss the opportunity to open the letter immediately.

Dali, dressed in his brand-new high school uniform, happened to witness this scene and immediately shouted loudly, startling the Dursleys inside the house.

Uncle Vernon strode forward and forcibly snatched the letter away.

"That's a letter for me!" Harry rushed forward to grab it, but he was small and thin, and couldn't even overpower Dudley, let alone his burly and domineering uncle.

Uncle Vernon glanced at the envelope, and his expression changed several times in just a few seconds, his mood shifting between light and dark.

After he confirmed the address on the envelope, his face turned deathly pale, all color draining from his eyes.

Aunt Penny, who rushed over upon hearing the news, also looked terrified and flustered after reading the letter.

Harry vaguely heard the two whispering in hushed tones, and they guessed with fear that their every move in the house and Harry's living location seemed to be being secretly monitored.

Panic gripped the two men. Ignoring Dali's insistence on seeing the letters, they chased the two children out of the living room and locked the door to discuss their next move.

That night, the Dursleys, contrary to their usual harshness, moved Harry out of the dark closet and put him in an unused bedroom on the second floor.

This room was originally used to store Dali's unused toys that he couldn't fit in. Most of the items were old, broken, and covered in dust. Compared to the cramped closet, the living conditions were worlds apart.

In the past, having a private bedroom would have been enough to make Harry overjoyed and cherish it deeply.

But at this moment, he felt no joy whatsoever; his only obsession was to retrieve the mysterious letter that had been stolen.

However, that letter had already been burned by Uncle Vernon, leaving no trace.

Harry could only wait and hope that he would receive an identical letter the next day.

Soon, his wish finally came true.

The following morning, the second letter arrived as scheduled, identical to the first, except for the updated mailing address: 4 Privet Drive, second floor, smallest bedroom, to be opened by Harry Potter.

The sender had learned of his changes of residence, and this strange letter intensified the Dursleys' fears.

Seeing the two of them in a panic and almost out of control, Harry couldn't help but wonder if his uncle's mental state had become disordered.

Uncle Dursley's subsequent series of extreme responses further revealed his deepest fears and paranoia.

At dawn on the third day, while the entire house was still shrouded in quiet darkness, Harry deliberately turned off all light sources, moved with utmost care, and silently descended the stairs.

He just wanted to be the first to stand guard at the door and intercept his own letter.

But when he arrived at the entrance, he froze on the spot.

Uncle Vernon actually laid out his sleeping bag on the inside of the door and stood guard at the door all night, cutting off all his chances of getting the letter!

The three letters that arrived in the early morning were torn to shreds by my uncle, who had been waiting for a long time, as soon as they were put into the mailbox. The scraps of paper were scattered all over the floor, and not a single one was left.

That day, Vernon took a day off work and stayed home. He found nails and a hammer and nailed the mailbox outside the house shut, blocking all channels for mail to be delivered through the front door.

But the strange situation did not end there.

On the fourth day, dozens of letters bypassed the closed mailbox and kept slipping into the house through the gaps in the door, the cracks in the window sill, and even the small ventilation window of the first-floor bathroom. There were as many as twelve letters in total.

Driven to the limit, Vernon became increasingly frantic, using tools to nail and seal up every ventilation gap and window crack in the house. The tight blockage not only prevented the mail from entering but also almost completely cut off the ventilation channels in and out of the house, severely restricting the daily lives of the family.

By Saturday, the fifth day, the tug-of-war over the letters had spiraled out of control and could no longer be contained.

Taking advantage of the delivery of supplies, the milkman carefully hid twenty-four letters in the lining of two dozen fresh eggs and quietly handed them over to Aunt Penny while she was taking a break to retrieve them through the window.

At that moment, Vernon was consumed by rage, and his face turned bright red.

He collected all the letters, threw them into a household food processor and pulped them, destroying all the contents in the most brutal way.

On the sixth day, Sunday, Vernon showed a rare relaxed expression.

He was certain that there would be no mail service on Sundays, and he could finally get rid of the constant stream of letters.

But he completely overlooked a crucial detail: these mysterious letters were never stamped and were not delivered through the postal system.

Sure enough, dozens of identical letters drifted down the fireplace chimney and were scattered densely throughout the living room.

Harry seized the fleeting opportunity and successfully intercepted a letter, but before he could even read its contents, Vernon rushed over and snatched it away.

He was then roughly pushed out of the living room and left alone outside the door.

Seeing his uncle's increasingly out-of-control behavior, Harry was absolutely certain that the man had been driven to madness by unknown fears.

Just ten minutes later, Vernon drove away with his whole family without saying a word, and Harry was forcibly taken into the car as well.

The vehicle had no specific destination; it simply sped aimlessly along the highway, its sole purpose being to escape the mysterious entity that kept sending letters from the shadows.

During the journey, Vernon muttered to himself, repeating a certain phrase over and over again, on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

The vehicle continued driving for an entire day without stopping.

The prolonged jolts and hunger caused Dali to break down, crying loudly and incessantly.

He was not only starving, but he also missed many of his daily TV programs, which made him feel very wronged and frustrated to the point of almost exploding.

As night fell, the car finally stopped outside a remote and desolate old hotel.

This place is secluded, rarely visited, and damp and dilapidated.

Harry and Dali were assigned to share a room. Exhausted, Dali fell into a deep sleep as soon as he hit the bed, but Harry was wide awake.

The mysterious letters kept swirling in his mind, and he hoped that the mysterious person who sent them could overcome the distance and continue to find his trail.

However, on the morning of the seventh day, cruel reality shattered his expectations.

The hotel receptionist personally brought him a thick stack of letters, each one labeled with his current room information.

At this moment, Vernon was expressionless and emotionally numb. After receiving the letters, he threw them all into the fire without hesitation and burned them to ashes.

Harry risked reaching out to grab it, but managed to let go just in time to avoid being swept into the fire.

Looking at his crazy and paranoid uncle, Harry had no idea what extreme thing he would do next.

But he soon discovered that Vernon's choice was far more extreme and terrifying than he had imagined.

In the midst of a violent storm, Vernon prepared several days' worth of food, took his family on a dilapidated boat, and sailed towards the deep-sea rocky beach far from land.

There stood a lonely, abandoned hut, surrounded by the sea, desolate and remote, the most secluded hiding place he could find.

The journey was bumpy and dangerous, and the fierce winds and waves made Dali faint from fright. Vernon, however, was unmoved, raised his hand to wake him up, and insisted on reaching this desolate place to escape the pursuit.

Even after going to such lengths, the bizarre pursuit still did not stop.

At midnight on the eighth day, a brand new day officially began, which also happened to be Harry's eleventh birthday.

On the empty, cold, rocky beach, Harry squatted on the sand, carefully sketching a simple birthday design with his hand, celebrating his birthday alone.

Just then, the wooden door of the cabin was suddenly struck violently, all the fixing bolts came off instantly, and the door panel crashed straight to the ground, raising a cloud of dust that covered the pattern Harry had just drawn.

A giant of extremely tall stature appeared at the doorway, his massive body almost filling the entire door frame.

Once inside the low-ceilinged hut, he could only stand upright by bending over and using the umbrella in his hand to support himself on the ground, thus avoiding bumping into the dilapidated roof.

The giant simply shooed away the noisy Dali and sat down alone on the moldy, worn-out sofa, the sunlight steadily falling on Harry.

"Hey Harry, I've finally found you."

"The last time I saw you, you were a baby in swaddling clothes. You looked like your father, except for your eyes, which were exactly like your mother's."

The giant's face was rugged and sharp, exuding a sense of intimidation, but the gentleness and kindness flowing in his eyes was a warmth that Harry had never felt in the Dursleys' house for many years.

Before Harry could respond, Vernon suddenly raised his double-barreled shotgun, aimed it at the giant, and shouted angrily.

"Get out of here immediately! I order you to leave this room right now!"

Facing the gun pointed directly at him, the giant showed no fear. He casually reached out and grabbed the gun, easily crushing the hard weapon into a lump of scrap metal with minimal effort.

"Behave yourself, Dursley."

With just one action, the arrogant Dursley family fell silent, filled with fear and unable to make a move.

The giant then turned to Harry again, his expression softening, and offered belated birthday wishes.

"Anyway, Harry, happy birthday! I prepared a gift especially for you. It may have been a little deformed from the bumpy journey, but the taste should remain the same."

He pulled a cardboard box from the pocket of his large black trench coat; the box was already crushed and deformed.

Harry opened the box with a slight tremor. Inside was an exquisite chocolate cake with green frosting that read "Happy Birthday to Me."

This was Harry's first birthday cake ever. Countless emotions welled up inside him, but all the words he wanted to say ultimately boiled down to a soft question: "Excuse me—who are you?"

This simple question opened the door to a truth that had been sealed for many years, allowing Harry to learn about a completely unknown new world.

He finally understood that everything he had imagined was not a fantasy, and that the Dursleys had known the secret from the beginning but had deliberately kept it from him for eleven years!

After a brief argument between the giant and the Dursleys, he turned to Harry and solemnly told him the most important truth: "Harry, you are a wizard."

A simple sentence made Harry's heart race. All his past doubts and strange phenomena were answered at that moment, and everything else in the world became insignificant!

"You are a wizard, just like your parents," the giant repeated gently.

At this point, Harry learns that his parents did not die in a car accident, but that there was another story behind it.

He also doesn't need to attend the local public high school.

A magical school called Hogwarts awaits his arrival, ready to begin a brand new life for him!

All the secrets the Dursleys desperately tried to hide were exposed and made public with the arrival of the giants!