Min Kak Soe San - Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Harry Potter is different from other children, he hates the summer holidays. There is another reason why he is different from other children. He really wants to do his homework at school. But he is not allowed to do his homework in public like other children. He does it secretly. He does it in secret. He does it in the middle of the night when there is no one around. That is why Harry Potter is a completely different person from other children. He is a witch.

It was almost midnight. Harry was sitting on his bed, the blanket pulled over his head like a tent. In one hand he held a flashlight , and a thick leather-bound book titled "A History of Magic" lay open on his pillow. By the light of the flashlight, Harry was writing a school essay, "Explain the Bastards of the Fourteenth Century Crucifixion and Burning of Witches. "

Harry, thinking he had found the passage he was looking for in the thick leather-bound book, put down his pen. Pushing up his round glasses that had slid down his nose, Harry held the flashlight up to the book and read.

During the Middle Ages, non-magical humans (commonly known as Muggles) were particularly afraid of witchcraft. Therefore, if they were known to be witches, they would be arrested and killed. However, real witches were rarely caught. Even if a real witch was burned, it would not be effective. A real witch would have already mastered the spell to freeze fire from the very beginning. Therefore, when they were burned, they would pretend to scream and scream, while in reality they were already enjoying the burning sensation that was burning in their minds. A witch named Windlin enjoyed the feeling of being burned so much that she was recorded to have herself caught and burned in various places and in various forms no fewer than 47 times.

Harry bit the quill between his teeth and reached for his pillow and a roll of parchment. Then, quietly opening the inkwell, he dipped the quill in ink and began to write. He had to stop writing often and listen to the noise outside. He was afraid that if any of his uncles, aunts, and cousins, the Dursleys, woke up to go to the toilet and did his homework, Harry would be punished by being locked in a cupboard under the stairs for the rest of the summer.

Current residence: No. 4. Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and their son Dudley, who live in Privet Drive, are Harry's only living relatives. They are ordinary Muggles who do not practice magic. They also have a medieval ideology that hates and despises witches. Harry's parents, both deceased, were witches, and their names are never mentioned under the Dursley roof.

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had been trying to erase the magical gene from Harry's blood for years, ever since they first found and adopted the newborn Harry Potter on their steps. But they had been so angry that they had failed. Harry was now studying witchcraft at Hogwarts, a school of witchcraft and wizardry that he had passed his first and second years. All the Dursleys could do now was lock up Harry's spell books, wand, cauldron, and broomstick when he returned home during the summer holidays, and forbid him from talking to the neighbors.

Keeping the spell books was a big problem for Harry, because the teachers at Hogwarts gave him a lot of homework to practice during the school holidays. One of the homework assignments was an essay about Professor Snape's (Harry's least favorite teacher) shrink potion. If he failed to do it, Professor Snape would happily punish him for a month.

So Harry seized the opportunity that presented itself during the first week of the summer holidays. While Uncle Vernon and the family were all going down to the front garden to look at their new car (it was so noisy that they were noticed from all over the place), Harry slipped downstairs, unlocked the cupboard, and retrieved some of his books. He then hid them in his bedroom. As long as he didn't stain his bedsheets with ink, the Dursleys wouldn't know he was studying for his magic lessons.

At the moment, Harry wanted to avoid anything that would upset Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia as much as possible, especially since they had recently had a problem with Ron Weasley's phone call to Harry.

Ron Weasley was Harry's closest friend at Hogwarts. Ron's entire family was of pure wizarding lineage. As a result, Ron knew a lot about the wizarding world that Harry didn't. On the other hand, Ron had never been to the human world, so he knew nothing about human objects. Ron had never even used a telephone in his life. Unfortunately, the one who picked up the phone Ron handed him was Uncle Vernon.

"Vernando Dursley speaking."

At that moment, Harry happened to be in the room, and he heard Ron's voice screaming loudly through the telephone receiver, and his whole body went stiff.

"Hello, hello, can you hear me? I want to talk to Harry Potter."

Ron, who had never spoken on the phone before, shouted into the phone, and Uncle Vernon jumped up in surprise and quickly moved the phone about a foot away from his ear. A flash of anger flashed in his eyes, and he shouted, "I'll shout back as he shouts," and with an indomitable spirit, he put the phone to his mouth.

"Who are you? Where are you from? "

Ron still thinks that a telephone is a device for shouting, so he speaks loudly...

"Ron Weasley"

Ron and Uncle Vernon were like people walking up and down the football field, talking.

"I'm Harry's friend from school."

Uncle Vernon's two small eyes darted to Harry. Harry stood there, still. Then Uncle Vernon held the telephone out in his hand as if it were about to explode.

"There is no Harry Potter in this house. I don't know about the school you're talking about. Don't ever call me again. Don't come near my house. That's it."

Then he dropped the telephone as if shaking a poisonous spider from his hand. Then he turned to Harry and...

“I gave this home phone number to you, you... to people like you, right?”

"It was like Harry was being spat on in the face with a splatter of saliva."

Ron seemed to know that Harry was in trouble when he called. He didn't answer the phone again.

Besides Ron Weasley, there was another student at Hogwarts who was Harry's classmate. She was the most intelligent in the class, Hermione Granger. She also didn't contact Harry at all. It seemed that Ron Weasley had warned her in advance. Hermione Granger was a normal Muggle, so she had no reason not to use the telephone. She was also a very smart girl, so if Uncle Vernon answered the phone, she would probably think that she wouldn't mention Hogwarts.

Now that none of them had contacted him, Harry had been cut off from his other witch friends for five long weeks. There was one thing: Harry could get a letter from his owl, Hewitt. Uncle Vernon had let Hewitt fly out at night because the sound of her flapping wings and hooting in her cage kept Uncle Vernon awake at night.

Harry paused after writing about the Mad Hatter, listening to the sounds. The house was silent in the darkness, except for Dudley's occasional snoring. It was dark. Harry's eyes were heavy with sleep. He thought, "I'll finish this homework tomorrow."

He put the inkwell, flashlight, and textbook back in their usual hiding place, got out of bed, and reached for the clock on the bedside table.

It was just after midnight. Suddenly Harry felt a pang of panic. Today was his thirteenth birthday. He had been thirteen for exactly an hour. He hadn't noticed.

Among the many things Harry had never expected in his life was a birthday present. He had never received a single birthday card in his life. The Dursley family was no exception. It was a tradition to ignore Harry's birthday.

Harry walked past the empty cage, which was empty of the owl, to the far end of the dark room. Then he pushed open the window. The cool night air brushed his face pleasantly. The owl had not returned for two nights, including tonight. But Harry wasn't worried. He just hoped she would return soon. The only living thing in the house that didn't frown at the sight of Harry was the owl.