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Harry Potter 5: Order of the Phoen
Author: J.K. Rowling (Joanne Kathleen Rowling) [UK]
Harry was attacked by the dementor on Ligustrum Road. He knew that Dumbledore and members of the Order of the Phoenix were stepping up secret activities to fight the increasingly powerful Voldemort . But no one wants to reveal more to him... Harry came to Hogwarts in confusion and anger, but Dumbledore didn't want to see him, and Hagrid is missing. Worse, Harry dreamed of a promenade more and more frequently. Whenever he was about to enter the door at the end of the promenade, he would wake up from his dream with a split headache and feel a big snake squirming in his body. The shadow of the snake became clearer and clearer in Harry's mind, and Voldemort approached Harry. At this time, Dumbledore told him a huge secret...
Chapter 1: Duel encounters dementor
The hottest day of the summer so far was drawing to a close and a drawsy silence lay over the large, square houses of Privet Drive. Cars that were usually gleaming stood dusty in their drives and laws that were once emerald green lay parched and yellowing -- for the use of hosepipes had been banned due to drought. Deprived of their usual car-washing and lawn-mowing pursuits, the inhabitants of Privet Drive had retired into the shade of their cool houses, windows thrown wide in the hope of tempting in a nonexistent breeze. The only person left outdoors was a teenage boy who was lying flat on his back in a flowerbed outside number four.
The hottest day since summer was finally coming to an end, and the inhabitants of Privet Drive had retired into the shade of their cool houses, windows thrown wide in the hope of tempting in a nonexistent breeze. The only person left outdoors was a teenage boy who was lying flat on his back in a flowerbed outside number four.
The hottest day since summer was finally coming to an end, and the inhabitants of Privet Drive had retired into the shade of their cool houses, windows thrown wide in the hope of tempting in a nonexistent breeze. The only person left outdoors was a teenage boy who was lying flat on his back in a flowerbed outside number four.
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He was a skinny, black-haired, bespectacled boy who had the pinched, slightly unhealthy look of someone who has grown a lot in a short space of time. His jeans were torn and dirty, his T-shirt baggy and faded, and the soles of his trainers were peeling away from the uppers. Harry Potter's appearance did not endear him to the neighbors, who were the sort of people who thought scruffiness ought to be punishable by law, but as he had hidden himself behind a large hydrangea bush this evening he was quite invisible to passers-by. In fact, the only way he would be spotted was if his Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia stuck their heads out of the living-room window and looked straight down into the flowerbed below.
He was a skinny boy with dark hair and wearing glasses, looking a little weak and slightly sick, as if he was quite invisible to passers-by. The jeans on his body were torn and dirty, the T-shirt was loose and faded, and the soles of his sneakers were separated from the upper. Harry Potter's appearance cannot be liked by his neighbors. Those of them believe that shabby should be subject to legal sanctions. But he was hiding behind a large clump of hydrangeas that evening, and passers-by would not see him. In fact, as long as his uncle Vernon or aunt Penny poked his head out of the living room window and looked straight into the flower bed below, he still had a corpse that they could see.
On the whole, Harry thought he was to be congratulated on his idea of hiding here. He was not, perhaps, very comfortable lying on the hot, hard earth but, on the other hand, nobody was glaring at him, grinding their teeth so loudly that he could not hear the news, or shooting nasty questions at him, as had happened every time he had tried sitting down in the living room to watch television with his aunt and uncle.
Overall, Harry felt it was really a blessing that he could think of hiding here. It may not be comfortable to lie on the hot and hard soil, but on the other hand, no one here will stare at him hard, biting his teeth so loud that he can't hear what is being said in the news, and no one will ask him some questions about the cheeks like a cannon. Every time he wanted to sit in the living room and watch TV with his aunt and uncle, they always made him feel restless.
Almost as though this thought had fluttered through the open window, Vernon Dursley, Harry's uncle, suddenly spoke.
It was as if these thoughts had fluttered through the open window, Vernon Dursley, Harry's uncle, suddenly spoke.
It was as if these thoughts had fluttered through the open window, Vernon Dursley, Harry's uncle, suddenly spoke.
"Glad to see the boy's stopped trying to butt in. Where is he, anyway?"
"Thank you, that kid finally didn't come to stumble. Uh, where did he go?"
"I don't know," said Aunt Petunia, unconcerned. "Not in the house."
"I don't know," said Aunt Petunia, unconcerned. "Not in the house."
"I don't know," said Aunt Petunia, unconcerned. "Not in the house."
"I don't know," said Aunt Petunia, unconcerned. "Not in the house."
"I don't know," said Aunt Petunia, unconcerned. "Not in the house."
"I don't know," said Aunt Petunia, unconcerned. "Not in the house."
"I don't know," said Aunt Petunia, unconcerned. "Not in the house."
"I don't know," said Aunt Petunia, unconcerned. "Not in the house."
"I don't know," said Aunt Petunia, unconcerned. "Not in the house."
"I don't know," said Aunt Petunia, unconcerned. "Not in the house."
"I don't know," said Aunt Petunia, unconcerned. "Not in the house."
"Watching the news..." he said scathingly. "I'd like to know what he's really up to. As if a normal boy cares what's on the news -- Dudley hasn't got a clue what's going on; doubt he knows who the Prime Minister is! Anyway, it's not as if there'd be anything about his lot on our news --"
"Watch the news..." He said harshly, "I want to know what he plans. A normal boy, who would care about the news - Dudley knows nothing about current affairs, I doubt he doesn't even know who the Prime Minister is! Hell, how could there be anything related to their kind of people in our news -"
"Vernon, shh!" said Aunt Petunia. "The window's open!"
"Vernon, shh!" said Aunt Petunia. "The window's open!"
"Well, shuh!" said Aunt Petunia. "The window's open!"
"Oh -- yes -- sorry, dear."
"Oh -- yes -- sorry, dear."
"Oh -- yes -- sorry, dear."
"Oh -- yes -- sorry, dear."
The Dursleys fell silent. Harry listened to a jingle about Fruit "n" Bran breakfast cereal while he watched Mrs. Figg, a batty cat-loving old lady from nearby Wisteria Walk, amble slowly past. She was frowning and muttering to herself. Harry was very pleased he was concealed behind the bush, as Mrs. Figg had recently taken to asking him round for tea whenever she met him in the street. She had rounded the corner and vanished from view before Uncle Vernon's voice floated out of the window again.
The Dursleys stopped talking. Harry listened to a short song about the nutritional breakfast of fruit wheat bran, while looking at Mrs. Feige, an old lady with a weird temper and many cats on the Wisteria Road not far from here, walked slowly over. She frowned and muttered something. Harry thought fortunately he was hiding behind the bushes, because when Mrs. Feige met Harry on the street recently, she wanted to invite him to have tea. She turned the corner and disappeared, and at this time Uncle Vernon's voice floated out of the window 13 again.
"Dudders out for tea?"
"Have Dada gone out for tea?"
"At the Polkisses'," said Aunt Petunia fondly. "He's got so many little friends, he's so popular..."
"I went to Polkis' house."Aunt Penny said kindly, "He has made so many children, and everyone likes him so much..."
Harry suppressed a snort with difficulty. The Dursleys really were astonishingly stupid about their son, Dudley. They had swallowed all his dim-witted lies about having tea with a different member of his gang every night of the summer holidays. Harry knew perfectly well that Dudley had not been to tea anywhere; he and his gang spent every evening vandalising the play park, smoking on street corners and throwing stones at passing cars and children. Harry had seen them at it during his evening walks around Little Whinging; he had spent most of the holidays wandering the streets, scavenging newspapers from bins along the way.
Harry tried his best to control himself, so he didn't snort out of his nose. The two 13 sons of Deere were surprisingly stupid about their baby son Dudley. Dudley made up stupid lies every night during the summer vacation, saying that he went to someone of his friends to have tea, and they actually believed it. Harry knew very well that Dudley didn't go anywhere to drink tea. He and his buddies destroyed property in the playground every night, smoked on the corners, and threw stones at passing cars and children. Harry had seen these behaviors while walking in Xiaohuijin District at night. He spent most of the summer vacation wandering the streets, picking up newspapers from the trash cans along the way.
The opening notes of the music that heralded the seven o'clock news reached Harry's ears and his stomach turned over. Perhaps tonight -- after a month of waiting -- would be the night.
At seven o'clock, the beginning of the news reached Harry's ears, and he was so nervous that he even churned his internal organs. Maybe tonight - after a month of waiting - it's tonight.
"Record numbers of stranded holidaymakers fill airports as the Spanish baggage-handlers" strike reaches its second week --"
"Give "em a lifelong siesta, I would," snarled Uncle Vernon over the end of the newsreader's sentence, but no matter: outside in the flowerbed, Harry's stomach seemed to unclench. If anything had happened, it "If it were me, let them enjoy a nap for life." As soon as the news broadcaster finished speaking, Uncle Vernon yelled fiercely, but it didn't matter. A stone in Harry's heart in the flower bed outside had fallen. If something really happens, it's definitely headlines, and death and disaster are far more important than vacationers stranded at airports.
He let out a long, slow breath and stared up at the bright blue sky. Every day this summer had been the same: the tension, the expectation, the temporary relief, and then mounting tension again… and always, growing more independent all the time, the question of why nothing had happened yet…
He breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at the clear blue sky. Every day of this summer is like this: nervous, expectant, a moment of relief, and then the strings tensed a little bit.And a question is becoming increasingly urgent: Why hasn’t something happened yet?
He kept listening, just in case there was some small clue, not recognized for what it really was by the Muggles -- an unexplained disappearance, perhaps, or some strange accident… but the baggage-handlers" strike was followed by news about the drought in the Southeast ('I hope he's listening next door!" bellowed Uncle Vernon. "Him with his sprinklers on at three in the morning!'), then a helicopter that had almost crashed in a field in Surrey, then a famous actress's dividend from her famous husband ('As if we're interested in their sordid affairs," sniffed Aunt Petunia, who had followed the case obviously in every magazine she could lay her bony hands on).
He continued to listen, afraid that if there were some inconspicuous clues, the Muggles had not figured out what was going on—such as someone missing for unknown reasons, or a strange accident occurred. But after the news of the luggage porter strike, there was a drought in the southeast (“I hope the man next door listened to him well!” Uncle Vernon shouted angrily, “He turned on the sprinkler at three o’clock in the morning!”), then a helicopter almost crashed in the field of Surrey , followed by a famous actress divorced her famous husband (“It’s like any of us cares about their messes.” Aunt Penny said contemptuously, in fact, she was obsessed with the matter, and searched every magazine she could get with her skinny hands).
Harry closed his eyes against the now blazing evening sky as the newsreader said, "-- and finally, Bungy the budgie has found a novel way of keeping cool this summer. Bungy, who lives at the Five Feathers in Barnsley, has learned to water ski! Mary Dorkins went to find out More."
Harry closed his eyes, the sunset in the sky became dazzling, and the news broadcaster said, "——Finally, Bungi found a new way to keep it cool this summer. Bungi, who lives in Five Feather Street in Barnsley, learned to sled and ski! Mary Dorkin detailed reports."
Harry opened his eyes. If they had reached water-skiing budgeterigars, there would be nothing else worth hearing. He rolled cautiously on to his front and raised himself on to his knees and elbows, preparing to crawl out from under the window.
Harry opened his eyes. Since we have already talked about budgie waterskiing, it seems that there will be no more news worth listening to. He rolled over carefully, climbed up with his knees and elbows, ready to use his hands and feet to climb out of the window.
He had moved about two inches when several things happened in very quick succession.
Just after climbing two inches, several things happened one after another. It's really a matter of time.
A loud, echoing crack broke the sleepy silence like a gunshot; a cat streaked out from under a parked car and flew out of sight; a shriek, a bellowed oath and the sound of breaking china came from the Dursleys" living room, and as though this was the signal Harry had been waiting for he jumped to his feet, at the same time pulling from the waitband of his jeans a thin wooden wand as if he were unsheathing a sword -- but before he could draw himself up to full height, the top of his head collided with the Dursleys" open window. The resultant crash made Aunt Petunia scream even louder.
A loud, echoed burst, like a gunshot, cutting through the drowsy silence; a cat jumped out from under a parked car and disappeared; a scream, a scolding, and the sound of porcelain breaking came from Dursley's living room. Harry seemed to have been waiting for the signal, and he stood up suddenly, pulling out a thin wooden wand from his jeans pocket like a sword-but before he could fully stand up, his head hit the open window of Dursley's house. With a bang, Aunt Penny screamed even louder.
Harry felt as though his head had been split in two. Eyes streaming, he swwayed, trying to focus on the street to spot the source of the noise, but he had barely staggered upright when two large purple hands reached through the open window and closed tightly around his throat.
Harry felt as though his head had been split in two. Eyes streaming, he swwayed, trying to focus on the street to spot the source of the noise, but he had barely staggered upright when two large purple hands reached through the open window and closed tightly around his throat.
Harry felt as though his head had been split in two. Eyes streaming, he swwayed, trying to focus on the street to spot the source of the noise, but he had barely staggered upright when two large purple hands reached through the open window and closed tightly around his throat.
Harry felt as though his head had been split in two. Eyes streaming, he swwayed, trying to focus on the street to spot the source of the noise, but he had barely staggered upright when two large purple hands reached through the open window and closed tightly around his throat.
Harry felt as though his head had been split in two. Eyes streaming, he swwayed, trying to focus on the street to spot the source of the noise, but he had barely staggered upright when two large purple hands reached through the open window and closed tightly around his throat.
Harry felt as though his head had been split in two. Eyes streaming, he swwayed, trying to focus on the street to spot the source of the noise, but he had barely staggered upright when two large purple hands reached through the open window and closed tightly around his throat.
Harry felt as though his head had been split in two. Eyes streaming, he swwayed, trying to focus on the street to spot the source of the noise, but he had barely staggered upright when two large purple hands reached through the open window and closed tightly around his throat He shook his body and looked at the street, trying to make his blurry vision clear so that he could figure out where the sound just now came from. But as soon as he barely stood up, two big purple-red hands stretched out from the open window and pinched his throat tightly.
"Put -- it -- away!" Uncle Vernon snarled into Harry's ear. "Now! Before -- anyone -- sees!"
"Hurry up!" yelled in Harry's ear, "Hurry! Don't let-s-see!"
"Get -- off -- me!" Harry gasped. For a few seconds they struggled, Harry pulling at his uncle's sausage-like fingers with his left hand, his right maintaining a firm grip on his raised wand; then, as the pain in the top of Harry's head gave a particularly nasty throb, Uncle Vernon yelped and released Harry as though he had received an electric shock. Some invisible force seemed to have surged through his nephew, making him impossible to hold.
"Let go-away-me!" Harry gasped. They wrestled for a few seconds, and Ha used his left hand to break his uncle's big sausage fingers, and his right hand firmly held the raised wand. Then, Harry's head was already in unbearable pain. Uncle Vernon screamed, and he let go of Harry as if he was shocked. It seemed that an invisible force surged in his nephew's body, which made him unable to catch him.
Panting, Harry fell forwards over the hydrangea bush, straightened up and stared around. There was no sign of what had caused the loud cracking noise, but there were several faces peering through various neary windows. Harry stuffed his wand hastily back into his jeans and tried to look innocent.
Harry panted his wand hastily back into his hydrangea, then straightened up and stared around. He couldn't tell where the sound of the explosion just now came from, but several human faces poked out from the various windows around him. Harry quickly stuffed his wand into his jeans and pretended that he had nothing to do.
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