Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

  Harry's birthday was an extremely important day for the Dursleys.

  However, it had nothing to do with Harry.

  "Listen, we all know that today is a very important day, "Today I may make the biggest deal of my life!"

  "I think we should go over the arrangements for the afternoon again.

  Everyone should be in their positions at five o'clock, Petunia, you should--?"

  "In the living room, waiting to give them a warm welcome."

  "Very good, very good, Dudley?"

  "I'll wait to open the door for them, can I get your coat for you, Mr. White."

  "Excellent, Dudley." Uncle Vernon said, and then he suddenly turned to Harry, "What about you?"

  "Me? "Harry was slightly distracted. What did he hear, Mr. White? Damon's full name seemed to be Damon White?

  But - how is this possible - isn't the person they are going to meet today the president of a large company?

  It should be just the same name, right?

  Seeing Uncle Vernon's face visibly reddened, Harry quickly replied:

  "I'll stay in my bedroom, not make any noise, and pretend that I'm not at home."

  "That's right." Uncle Vernon said viciously, "I'll take him to the living room, introduce you - Petunia, and pour him a drink. A quarter after five -"

  "I'll announce dinner."

  "Dudley, you're going to say -"

  "Shall I take you to the dining room, Mr. White?"

  "What about you?" Uncle Vernon asked Harry fiercely.

  "I'll stay in my bedroom, not make any noise, and pretend that I'm not at home." Harry said,

  "That's right! Now, we should also say some compliments at the dinner table, Petunia, do you have any suggestions? "

  "Mr. White, Vernon told me that you were a piano prodigy, and our Dudley has always loved piano music."

  "Very good, Dudley?"

  "How about this: 'Mr. White, the teacher asked us to write about the person we admire most, and I wrote about you. '"

  This was more than Aunt Petunia and Harry could bear.

  Petunia was so happy that tears streamed down her face, and she hugged her son tightly, while Harry hid his head under the table, afraid that they would see him laughing.

  "What about you, Harry?"

  Harry stood up and tried to keep his face straight.

  "I'll stay in my bedroom, not make any noise, and pretend that I'm not at home."

  "That's right! Now - get back to your bedroom, and if you make even the slightest noise during this time -" Vernon's voice was extremely strong and threatening, "you'll be ready to get out of my house forever with your noisy beast! "

  Harry took the biscuits that he hadn't finished yet and returned to the bedroom. Hedwig was still angry with him and turned her head away, unwilling to eat the biscuits he handed over.

  He sat down on the bed with Hedwig's cage in his arms. The sky outside was dim and the afterglow of the sunset shone on the lawn, which reminded him of the sunset at Hogwarts - how happy and free.

  But now, he could only huddle in the backlit room and sing to Hedwig's cage:

  "Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me."

  He sang the birthday song alone, without a card or a gift, and had to pretend that he didn't exist.

  Harry had never felt so lonely.

  No one had written to him during the whole summer vacation, and Ron had said that he would invite him to his home, so why was there no news?

  Again and again, Harry almost used magic to open Hedwig's cage and let it take a letter to his friends.

  But it was too risky.

  Underage wizards were not allowed to use magic outside of school - Harry didn't tell the Dursleys about this rule. He knew that the family didn't lock him in the secret cabinet under the stairs with his wand and broomstick just because they were afraid that he would turn them all into beetles.

  Otherwise, he was destined to be locked in the basement this summer - that place was dark and damp, and there was a strange smell. Staying there felt as if he had become moldy.

  "Is Harry Potter sad?"

  A strange and sharp voice suddenly sounded, scaring Harry, who was crying silently!   

  He looked up and saw a small green monster - it had two big bat-like ears and a pair of protruding green eyes as big as tennis balls!

  "Can I hold your coat for you, Mr. White?"

  Harry heard Dudley's voice coming from the hallway.

  "Oh - hello, I'm not sad, I'm singing."

  Harry said unnaturally.

  "Harry Potter!" The monster screamed, and Harry thought that people downstairs must have heard it, "Dobby has always wanted to see you, sir. It's an honor."

  Harry was confused about everything that happened next - he couldn't make sense of the situation, and things were once developing towards the worst.

  The elf Dobby kept making strange noises. In order to tell Harry that the upcoming new semester would be dangerous, he had to punish himself physically so that he could circumvent the constraints of the contract - Harry thought that everyone on the first floor must have heard his strange noises.

  After that, Uncle Vernon would definitely give him a good beating!

  But Harry couldn't care less.

  "So, it was you who intercepted all the letters sent to me! Give me the letters back!"

  "Harry Potter cannot return to Hogwarts, it's dangerous there! If Harry Potter doesn't listen to me, Dobby will have no choice!"

  The elf Dobby opened the door and ran to the kitchen on the first floor while Harry was trembling with fear. He used a levitation spell to grab the plate of pudding to the ceiling - it was Aunt Petunia's masterpiece pudding, with three layers of cream, piled high, and violets sprinkled with icing sugar on top.

  "No," Harry said in a low voice, "Please, they will kill me."

  "Harry Potter must promise not to go back to school-"

  "Dobby. Please."

  "Promise, sir."

  "I can't!"

  Dobby looked at him sadly.

  "Then Dobby can only do this, sir, it's for Harry Potter's good."

  The pudding plate fell to the ground with a clang, and Harry felt his heart stop beating.

  With a loud crack like a whip, Dobby disappeared.

  There was a scream in the dining room, and Uncle Vernon rushed into the kitchen to find Harry standing there in a daze, covered from head to toe with Aunt Petunia's pudding.

  Harry knew that he was finished.

  Uncle Vernon threw a mop at him roughly, "Take care of this place! I swear, when the guests leave, I will beat you half to death and let me get out of this house!"

  Vernon left rudely, and Harry heard him suddenly change his voice and said in a spy voice:

  "Did you get scared? My nephew - he has a little problem with his brain - he is nervous when he sees strangers, so we let him stay upstairs."

  "Oh!!!"

  Harry heard Aunt Petunia scream, and an owl flew in from the dining room window like a whirlwind, dropped a letter on the head of the handsome boy, and flew away like a whirlwind again.

  "I - I can explain all this."

  Harry heard Uncle Vernon's voice became far-fetched, and at the same time, footsteps sounded in the hall.

  "No - I will use my own eyes to judge what happened."

  Harry heard a gentle voice in the distance, accompanied by the sound of footsteps approaching, but he didn't have time to think too much.

  He had to remedy everything before things got worse!

  Harry hurriedly tidied up, he took the pudding off his head, the sticky feeling invaded every inch of his palm, the cream stuck his hair together, then the collar, and then all over his pants. He desperately grabbed the cream on the tip of his shoe and smeared it all on the pants behind him.

  He hoped that it was still in time - although he himself didn't have much hope.

  Harry felt that he was about to cry in anxiety, but at the same time, a dangerous idea came into his mind - enough, let everything be destroyed! No matter what happened later, now he would perish with the Dursleys.

  They would lose the most important business order, and he would be driven out of this cage, or return to the musty basement!

  Whatever it was, come on! He was ready!

  The sticky feeling on his head made Harry a little angry. He felt that something was wrong with him - he seemed to be losing his mind.

  But at this moment, Harry heard a familiar and surprising voice.

  "Hey! Harry!"

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