Harry opened his trunk again and pushed the contents aside, looking for the Invisibility Cloak - but before he had found it, he straightened up suddenly, looking around him once more.Ī funny prickling on the back of his neck had made Harry feel he was being watched, but the street appeared to be deserted, and no lights shone from any of the large square houses.
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It was a horrible prospect, but he couldn't sit on this wall forever, or he'd find himself trying to explain to Muggle police why he was out in the dead of night with a trunk full of spell books and a broomstick. He had the Invisibility Cloak he had inherited from his father - what if he bewitched the trunk to make it feather-light, tied it to his broomstick, covered himself in the cloak, and flew to London? Then he could get the rest of his money out of his vault and. now thumping painfully fast), a bit more magic couldn't hurt. If he was already expelled (his heart was. He looked down at his wand, which he was still clutching in his hand. He'd never be able to drag his trunk all the way to London. There was a little wizard gold in the money bag at the bottom of his trunk, but the rest of the fortune his parents had left him was stored in a vault at Gringotts Wizarding Bank in London.
Harry was sure that, criminal or not, Ron and Hermione would want to help him now, but they were both abroad, and with Hedwig gone, he had no means of contacting them. What, was going to happen to him? Would he be arrested, or would he simply be outlawed from the wizarding world? He thought of Ron and Hermione, and his heart sank even lower. Harry shivered and looked up and down Magnolia Crescent.
He had broken the Decree for the Restriction of Underage Wizardry so badly, he was surprised Ministry of Magic representatives weren't swooping down on him where he sat. And the worst of it was, he had just done serious magic, which meant that he was almost certainly expelled from Hogwarts. He was stranded, quite alone, in the dark Muggle world, with absolutely nowhere to go. Whichever way he looked at it, he had never been in a worse fix. He sat quite still, anger still surging through him, listening to the frantic thumping of his heart.īut after ten minutes alone in the dark street, a new emotion overtook him: panic. Harry was several streets away before he collapsed onto a low wall in Magnolia Crescent, panting from the effort of dragging his trunk.
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