Chapter 259: The Rescue Plan
Harry wiped the corner of his eye; his throat felt blocked by something.
Hedwig hooted in her cage, and at the same time, Harry heard the clack-clack of Aunt Petunia coming up the stairs.
He hurriedly shoved the letter into his pocket.
Dudley was unharmed, and Aunt Petunia knew Harry hadn't really used magic, but she still swung a soapy frying pan at his head. Fortunately, he ducked just in time.
Then she ordered him to do chores, telling him he couldn't eat until he finished.
Harry cleaned the windows, washed the car, mowed the lawn, trimmed the flowerbeds, pruned and watered the roses, and repainted the garden bench. The sun blazed overhead, burning the back of Harry's neck.
But he showed no resentment. In his pocket was a piece of white paper—a bridge connecting him to the wizarding world.
This was his hope, and with hope, life became bearable.
Wait a little longer, he told himself. When I'm free, I'll write back to Sean.
However, a question lingered in his mind: if everyone had sent him letters, why hadn't he received any of them?
Soon, he found out why.
Harry finally finished all his punishments and huddled in his cramped, dim cupboard to write his letter.
Just then, a small creature appeared abruptly before his eyes.
The creature had large, bat-like ears and bulging green eyes the size of tennis balls.
It stared unblinkingly at the white paper in Harry's hand as if looking at something heinous.
The words "I can't do my homework here, nor can I practice Quidditch" were clearly visible on the letter.
"Harry Potter must not leave this place, and certainly must not return to Hogwarts. Most terrible things are going to happen at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year," the creature squeaked. It suddenly began to tremble all over.
"Harry Potter must not go into danger. He does not know how important he is!"
Harry had no idea what it was talking about; all he saw was the creature lunging to snatch his letter.
Harry wasn't about to let it succeed. Though afraid, he bravely wrestled with the creature. In the end, they both grabbed a corner of the letter, and as they pulled, the paper let out a sound of protest.
"No, don't do this," Harry pleaded.
"Dobby has to do this, sir. It is for Harry Potter's own good."
The creature actually spoke, looking at Harry with seemingly sorrowful eyes.
The next second, with a riiiip, the letter tore in half.
Harry stared blankly at the torn letter, frantically trying to piece it back together, but it was obviously futile.
The creature vanished, leaving Harry gripping the torn pieces tightly.
Rain began to fall on Privet Drive. It came silently. At first, Harry didn't notice, only feeling the air grow heavy and cool droplets appearing on his face and hands.
The next moment, a turning point appeared. It was as sudden as the rain.
Harry felt something constantly tapping his forehead. When he looked up, he saw another paper airplane, which quickly unfolded into a sheet of white paper:
To Harry:
You haven't replied for a long time. Perhaps another situation has arisen.
Don't worry. I will come.
—Sean Green
Harry lowered his head. Outside the door, Dobby heard hoarse, whimpering cries coming from the room, sounding like an injured puppy.
So Dobby snapped his fingers, appeared in the tree outside, and began banging his head against the trunk with a thud-thud-thud.
Meanwhile, in Diagon Alley.
Not long after Sean released the second paper airplane, a group of young wizards had gathered in Diagon Alley.
"Sean, you're here."
Seeing the familiar figure appear in the fireplace, the young wizards all heaved a long sigh of relief.
"Sean, do you know what happened to Harry?" Ron asked anxiously.
"I don't know."
Everyone jumped, looking left and right, unable to figure out who had spoken.
"It's me."
After a two-second pause, the group finally connected the mature voice with Sean.
"What is this?"
For a moment, Ron forgot about Harry and looked curiously at Sean's brooch.
"That's not important right now, Ron!" Hermione reminded him crossly.
"Oh, right—" Ron reacted.
"Harry has likely run into some trouble. Don't worry, I'll handle it."
Sean let the brooch speak while preparing to leave.
The paper airplane's delivery mission wouldn't fail—Professor Terra had cast a very special magic on it. So, the reason Harry hadn't replied was most likely that he was intercepted while writing.
Maybe the Dursleys stopped him, or maybe Dobby...
Thinking of this, Sean planned to leave Diagon Alley and head to Number 4, Privet Drive. Before that, he would make some preparations in Diagon Alley to deal with potential situations.
After all, he had signed the decree restricting underage sorcery. Without magic, rescuing Harry would be somewhat difficult.
But only somewhat. The Trace could detect magical energy fluctuations and record the time and location of spells, but Sean didn't have to use spells.
Not all magic resided in a wizard's wand.
For example, the flying car Ron used to rescue Harry, or some simple alchemical creations.
"Are you going alone?" Hermione asked suddenly in a secluded alley of Diagon Alley.
"Yes," the brooch replied naturally.
"I can help!" Ron shouted in response.
"Probably won't be help..."
Sean quickly switched off the brooch and walked nonchalantly toward the joke shop.
"Such blunt words..." Ron blushed.
"Harry lives with his aunt and uncle. Like us, magic isn't allowed there," Justin explained, having understood the situation. "But Harry lives in London; maybe I can help."
Justin implied something.
Sean still shook his head. In fact, this was a complex incident involving not just the Dursleys, but also a house-elf.
In the end, Sean went to the joke shop alone. The twins had prepared a room there for manufacturing magical items, which Sean put to good use.
Rain began to fall in Diagon Alley, tapping on the eaves and blooming into mushroom-shaped flowers.
Gertie was still busy. When she peeked into the partition, Sean had already left.
Only a silhouette riding a broomstick flashed across the distant sky.
At the same time, Number 4, Privet Drive.
This time, Harry hid his head under the covers, writing a reply to Sean by the light of a dim lamp.
He had to let Sean know there was a monster here and warn him to be careful.
But despite his caution, problems arose.
Just as he was about to release the paper airplane, a pair of large eyes in the hedge outside glowed with terrified light. Dobby, standing in the tree, snapped his fingers. Harry's lamp mysteriously flew off the table and smashed onto Dudley's foot.
Screams erupted from the dining room. Uncle Vernon rushed in to find Harry holding a paper airplane that was actually hovering in the air.
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