Harry still had a lot of doubts in his mind. But two weeks of boring life made him eager to return to the magical world, especially since Hermione gave him a very tempting reason - to cast spells without worries - he couldn't ask for more.

"I'll pack my bags right away!" Harry said hurriedly.

The Dursleys were leaning on the windows and looking outside, looking cautious and sensitive, with the same suspicion in their eyes.

"Who is she?" Uncle Vernon asked first when Harry walked into the hallway. He looked carefully at Hermione who was standing alone near the flower bed. Even with his critical eyes, he couldn't see any flaws. "She also - also went to school with you?"

"Yes, that's right." Harry walked straight past them and turned to go upstairs.

"Speak clearly! What is she doing here - you gave our address to other people?" Uncle Vernon chased after him aggressively, and finally blocked the stairs in front of Harry, tapping Harry's chest, spitting: "I don't know if it's the illusion we gave you, but - this home - I will never allow - to become - a concentration camp for freaks!"

"She has a name!" Harry said angrily, "Her name is Hermione, and she's not staying here for a short time."

He lowered his head and slipped through the huge gap under Uncle Vernon's arm. "She's here to inform me to leave here, I'm leaving soon." Harry said in a tone of uncontrollable joy.

"Boy, don't talk to me in that tone - we adopted you! You have to learn to be grateful -"

The bedroom door shut out Uncle Vernon's rude voice. Harry didn't care at all, he was about to go to another place, and there was a voice in his heart that hummed with joy.

He looked around and suddenly found that his room was in a mess - there were a few pieces of parchment, an ink bottle and a few quills on the floor, which were his unfinished astronomy homework; there was a small pile of candies on the rickety bedside table, the snack packaging bag brought back from the train was torn in half, and half of the head of the chocolate frog was bitten off; there were also books that he had put randomly in the past two weeks, Hedwig's owl cage...

Fortunately, Hermione didn't follow him in. Harry couldn't help thinking.

He sat down on the bed, bent down and pulled out the box from under the bed. Several Muggle clothes and wizard robes were piled in a mess inside. I don't know when the socks Dobby gave him turned to the top, which looked particularly conspicuous. In the next few minutes, Harry stuffed the scattered books into the suitcase one by one all over the room. While he was happily thinking about where he would go next, he recalled where he put his things.

There were some snacks, comic books and unused textbooks locked in the cabinet. The former was a complete set of "The Adventures of Little Wizard Mick" comics, and the latter was a series of books by Gilderoy Lockhart - Harry had always wanted to find an opportunity to throw them away. Lockhart's true identity was actually a liar. He became famous by putting other people's stories on himself. He was also the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in Harry's second year. However, halfway through the school year, Lockhart's bad behavior was discovered and he was imprisoned in Azkaban Prison by the Ministry of Magic.

Harry grinned. He, Ron and Hermione also contributed.

He opened the closet, rolled up the dirty clothes into a ball, stuffed them into the gap in the box, and then picked up the purple booklet next to the pillow and put it on the clothes. For a moment, Harry stared at the booklet in a daze. He stared at the handwriting on the cover -

"Wartime Survival Manual - Authorized by the Ministry of Magic: Protect Your Home and Family from Dark Magic."

Harry held his breath and carefully turned to the first page, repeatedly reading the fourth item - agreeing on a safety code with relatives and friends to detect Death Eaters using Polyjuice Potion to impersonate others (see page 2).

His breathing suddenly became rapid and his mouth was dry.

Harry slowed down his pace and tiptoed to the window. As if he had done something bad, he quickly looked outside - Hermione was gone.

Harry's mind was blank.

What was going on? Was Hermione fake? He swallowed and forced himself to calm down.

Hermione suddenly came to his house and wanted to take him to a place. This was actually nothing. He gave her the address... but someone should have informed him. Could it be that Sirius was so busy that he forgot about this? But Professor Happ shouldn't have forgotten.

Harry felt that he was worrying too much. If Hermione was a Death Eater in disguise, she should have cursed him the first time she saw him, instead of letting him go upstairs to pack his luggage... But he couldn't help but wonder, what if the Death Eaters wanted him to leave willingly?

Pretending to be an accident would make it more difficult for subsequent investigators, and the suspicion would only fall on the real Hermione.

Agreeing on a safety code with relatives and friends... He didn't even ask Hermione where she was going. He was overwhelmed by the sudden joy...

Polyjuice Potion... He had seen it before, but how to identify it? He had no impression at all.

Harry glanced out the window again, and Hermione was back, and - she obviously noticed Harry on the second floor and smiled at him.

Where had she just gone? Who was she talking to?

Harry's heart was pounding.

Crookshanks, this is strong evidence... Death Eaters cannot give Polyjuice Potion to animals. Hermione had been taught a lesson before, but Harry was not sure if it was Transfiguration, and he had not paid attention to it before.

Harry hurriedly carried the box and cage downstairs. The cage kept hitting the handrail of the stairs, and Hedwig made a dissatisfied cry. Yes... When Harry stood downstairs, it suddenly occurred to him that he could ask someone if this happened.

But it seemed too late. If Hermione was really a Death Eater in disguise, she wouldn't give him too much time. Even if he delayed a little, the Death Eaters and their companions might rush in the next second.

Harry stood there in a daze, his head in a mess.

"Boy, what are you waiting for! No one wants to keep you!" Uncle Vernon yelled in the living room, his voice drowning out the sound of the TV program - "Goal! Leading 1:0."

Harry turned his head with a stiff expression and looked at Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley. They were doing their own things, just like usual. Harry's heart was strangely agitated. If he really encountered danger, he could Apparate in advance, but this meant that the Dursleys would face unknown risks.

For example, he would bear the wrath of the Death Eaters who missed their chance.

But who made them treat him badly, Harry thought, his eyes slowly slid across the people in the living room, as if he was re-examining them, judging from another angle...

"There's no ice cream." Dudley's fat arm slapped the table.

"There's plenty in the refrigerator, baby." Aunt Petunia said as she piled the plates together.

"I want chocolate flavor! Chocolate! Chocolate!" Dudley shouted.

"Okay, Dada." Aunt Petunia said lovingly, she put down the half-cleaned table and wiped her hands, "Mom will buy it for you, go and come back quickly, you can have another piece of fried meat in the meantime -" She walked towards the door.

Harry stared at her, her hand on the doorknob, and his heart lifted.

"Don't go out," he said hoarsely.

Aunt Petunia turned her head in surprise, her eyebrows twisted strangely, her thin lips pressed into a line, and the doting in her eyes quickly turned cold.

"You haven't left yet," she said, turning back and putting one hand on the doorknob and twisting it hard.

"Don't go out!" Harry said, and he seemed to have regained his ability to move. He walked forward and pulled Aunt Petunia away from the door, then pulled out his wand.

The Dursleys screamed and jumped up. "Put - that thing - away!" Aunt Petunia shouted.

"How dare you!" This was Uncle Vernon.

Harry ignored them, carefully hiding his wand in his sleeve and looking out through the window. The Dursleys were frightened by his attitude and froze in place. Harry pushed open the door. The noise here was obviously transmitted outside, because Hermione was peeking into the yard.

Harry walked out slowly.

"What's wrong? Haven't you finished packing yet?" Hermione asked.

"I, uh..." Harry racked his brains, "I suddenly thought of a question. Where are we going? Will we come back?" He shrugged casually, "You know, I have too many things, and it takes me a long time to pack."

"Oh," Hermione didn't doubt it, "I don't know. The professor asked me to come at seven o'clock. He said that if I come early, I can go to Sirius's rental house with you and wait."

Harry was slightly relieved. At least she knew that Sirius had a rental house nearby.

He couldn't help but complain, "It's only five o'clock in the afternoon. You came too early."

Hermione snorted, "I have to leave you time to pack, and I haven't been here before. Mom and Dad are worried that they can't find the way. Unexpectedly, it's quite smooth-"

"Mom and Dad?" Harry shouted.

"Yeah." Hermione looked at the corner of the street. Harry followed her gaze and saw a car parked on the road. He recognized two familiar outlines. If his memory is correct, they should be Mr. Granger and Mrs. Granger.

"You told me how unfriendly the Dursleys are," Hermione pursed her lips, "I think - if there are too many people blocking the door, it might cause you trouble."

"That's very comprehensive." Harry stammered, all his doubts were solved. But now he didn't know how to go back and explain to the Dursleys. He turned back suddenly like a nervous person. Through the large window of the living room, he could vaguely see two round creatures huddled together, which made Aunt Petunia, who was also leaning against each other, look thin and pitiful, just like Dudley was covered with a piece of clothing.

Harry was stunned for a moment, and his open mouth closed. He waved his hand, looking dejected.

"I'll go get the luggage." He said in a depressed tone.

Harry returned to the living room. The box and the birdcage were still lying on the floor. The Dursleys were crowded in a corner of the living room, just as he saw from outside. Harry picked up the cage silently, holding the handle of the box with his other hand, praying in his heart... just pretending that nothing had happened.

"Boy! Explain what you are up to!" Uncle Vernon roared, glaring at Harry while trying to keep Aunt Petunia and Dudley behind him. But his plan obviously failed, and anyone could see Dudley, who was as fat as a baby whale, behind him.

Aunt Petunia, on the other hand, blushed and seemed to be choking from the crowd.

"I, I misunderstood," Harry said dryly, "The wizarding world has been in turmoil recently. I have to be careful. That man is back."

"Who are you talking about?" Uncle Vernon asked.

"Voldemort." Harry said in a dry voice. Let him go... Stop asking questions... You don't know...

"V-what?" Uncle Vernon shook his head, trying to put on a thoughtful expression.

"Back?" At this time, Aunt Petunia asked softly from behind, "That... murderer... he's back?" Uncle

Vernon looked at his wife, then at Harry, and gradually a look of understanding appeared on his face, "I've heard of this name, he's the one who--"

killed Harry's parents.

But no one answered him.

Harry stared at Aunt Petunia. At first, he just felt strange, and there was a bit of absurd illusion-Voldemort, who was so powerful in the wizarding world that he scared wizards and dared not call him by his name, was simply called a murderer by the Muggles he despised the most, especially a housewife. But from Aunt Petunia's light-colored eyes that were wide open because of fear, Harry vaguely realized that he was not the only one in this room who knew what Voldemort's comeback meant.

Aunt Petunia looked at him with a strange look, she had never given him a similar look before. This made Harry very uncomfortable, and the air in the room seemed to make him breathless. He picked up the cage and suitcase containing Hedwig and walked out of No. 4 Privet Drive quickly.

"Let's go." Harry said to Hermione breathlessly.

"What's wrong with you?" Hermione asked as she took Harry's cage. Hedwig in the cage had just been treated roughly, and was dizzy in the cage. Her bright and majestic amber eyes became dull. She barked angrily.

"Nothing." Harry said.

"You look like you just had a fight with someone."

"I--we'll talk on the way." Harry said.

Mr. Granger got out of the car and helped Harry put the luggage in the trunk. "Thank you--I can carry the cage." Harry said in a panic, and sat in the back seat with Hermione, almost crushing Crookshanks. Crookshanks jumped on Hermione's legs and whimpered at him.

Harry didn't notice that the Grangers were also silent, just as worried as he was.

"Where to go next?" Mr. Granger asked hoarsely.

"Turn the corner and go a little further. It's very close." Harry said, and then he heard a low sob.

Harry looked up and saw Mrs. Granger wiping her eyes in the rearview mirror. The atmosphere in the car seemed even more depressing than that of 4 Privet Drive. He couldn't figure out what was going on for a moment, so he could only look at Hermione. Hermione shook her head slightly, and her eyes were red.

The car stopped in front of a small red house.

Harry got out of the car carrying Hedwig's cage, took his and Hermione's luggage out of the trunk, and walked towards the door. But there was no footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw Mr. and Mrs. Granger hugging their daughter tightly.

Harry suddenly understood the strange atmosphere in the car before - Hermione's parents had known about Voldemort's resurrection for a long time, and they almost witnessed the incident in person. He spent two boring weeks on Privet Drive, but at the same time, Mr. and Mrs. Granger bore a huge psychological burden and were frightened for their daughter.

Finally, Hermione was separated from her parents. She watched them get in the car, the car started, and then disappeared around the corner.

Hermione stared at the place where the car disappeared for a long time, then she wiped her eyes and walked towards Harry with her suitcase.

"Is this the house that Sirius rented?" Hermione asked sullenly.

"Yes - Hermione, you can stay at home for two months," Harry said with courage, "You are different from me -"

"Don't be ridiculous, Harry! After knowing that the war is coming, you still do nothing?" Hermione interrupted him and said fiercely: "I don't want to die in the war."