Harry Potter: This senior is pretty strong

Chapter 74 Unwavering Faith, The Visitor from Afar

Before Harry could even open the letter written on the parchment after he had opened the yellow envelope, Uncle Vernon rudely snatched it away.

After reading the contents of the letter, Uncle Vernon was terrified as if he had been frightened by something terrible, and he ran to the kitchen to find his wife, Penny.

Then, for probably the first time in their lives, they refused Dudley's request—Dudley was particularly curious about what the letter to Harry was like.

Harry was also puzzled by this, but it only fueled his curiosity, because he felt that his Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia must be hiding something from him, otherwise they wouldn't be hiding in the kitchen whispering about things like "we're being watched" or "those people are watching us."

Who exactly were those people? Harry really wanted to know.

“That letter is mine!” Harry said, his neck stiff, as Uncle Vernon came home from get off work in the evening.

"Heh, no one's writing to you, that means the address is wrong!" Uncle Vernon scoffed.

"The address clearly says the storage room under the stairs, that's the letter for me!" Harry isn't so easily fooled.

“Then you’re not living there anymore! Pack your things and move to the small bedroom upstairs!” Uncle Vernon shouted.

……

For the next six days, Uncle Vernon went crazy, trying every possible way to intercept the letters addressed to Harry, and no matter how hard Harry tried to snatch them, he couldn't get even a scrap of paper.

At first, the letters were simply dropped into the mailbox and left for them to collect. After Uncle Vernon collected a few letters, he nailed the mailbox shut.

However, the next day, more letters were slipped in through the cracks in the doors and windows, and once even appeared inside a raw egg that Aunt Penny had opened.

On one occasion, thirty or forty letters flew in through the fireplace like bats.

This infuriated Uncle Vernon, and drove him completely insane.

To avoid the constant stream of mail, he actually drove his family to a distant city and checked into a hotel.

This obviously did nothing, and the next day, the landlady told them that the front desk had received a hundred letters, all addressed to Harry Potter.

Finally, blinded by anger and fear, Uncle Vernon rowed for hours, bringing his family to a rocky outcrop in the sea, where they settled in the only dilapidated cabin.

Now, Harry was wrapped in a thin, tattered, and damp blanket, lying on a fairly flat floor.

Outside, a fierce storm raged.

"No one's going to send me letters anymore," Harry thought dejectedly, listening to the noises outside.

……

Harry wasn't sleepy that night; besides looking forward to seeing the contents of the letters, he was also waiting for midnight to arrive.

Because after tonight, he will be eleven years old.

Harry glanced at Dudley's watch and knew that the time was slowly approaching midnight.

So he drew a cake on the dusty floor with his finger and wrote "Happy Birthday Harry Potter" on it.

The torrential rain and strong winds outside continued to rage.

Harry stared at Dudley's watch, silently counting down the time.

Five, four, three, two, one!

"Happy birthday, Harry Potter!" he said softly to himself.

For some reason, he suddenly smiled as he said this.

Yes, whether it's a storm or someone bullying or mocking him, he's growing up little by little, and no one can stop him from getting another year older!

Even if no one remembers his birthday except himself, and no one wishes him a happy birthday!

However, just then, Harry suddenly heard two people talking outside in the raging storm.

One voice sounded somewhat immature, like a child's, while the other voice was muffled but loud, like a large adult.

"Although the storm is quite atmospheric, this awful weather is really unbearable," the child complained.

"I didn't know they would choose this place. That Dursley kid, he really knows how to pick a spot," a muffled voice said.

"By the way, I'm quite curious how the school found out about this place," the child asked in a puzzled voice.

"I don't know either. I found this place by following the address on my admission notice. Look—the sea, the little house on the rocks, the floor... it should be right." The muffled voice continued.

"Looks like our protagonist today is having a tough time, sleeping on the floor," the child sighed.

Upon hearing this, Harry's eyes widened in surprise.

Because he roughly guessed who those two people outside were talking about.

"Okay, enough arguing, let's go inside and warm up!" the child said anxiously.

"Okay, I'll go knock on the door," a muffled voice said.

"Why are you knocking? Just break it down! I'll handle it!"

As soon as the child finished speaking, Harry heard a loud bang coming from the wooden door of the cabin.

However, the door did not open.

Harry paused for a moment, considering whether or not to open the door.

"Alright, I can't handle this door without a wand and a sword, you do it," the child said in frustration.

After saying that, the voice added, "Also, we agreed beforehand that I would be the first to go in!"

"Okay, no problem, you should stay away first," a muffled voice said.

Then Harry heard a sound like a giant hammer slamming into the door, and he could even feel the whole cabin shaking.

Clearly, Harry was right; that muffled voice definitely belonged to a big guy!

Such a loud noise naturally woke up the other three people in the room.

Uncle Vernon hurriedly grabbed a rifle and shouted at the people pounding on the wooden door, "Don't come in! I have a gun! I really will shoot!"

There was a moment of silence outside, but then another crash was heard.

With a creaking, ear-piercing sound, the hinges of the wooden door were knocked off, and then, with a thud, the door crashed to the ground.

What happened next was something Harry never forgot, it remained vivid in his mind for countless days and nights afterward—

After the wooden door fell to the ground, a boy wearing a black robe and a red and yellow scarf walked in. He carried a long sword on his back and was playing with a thin, silver-gray wooden stick in his hand.

The strong wind outside blew in, making his robes flutter and his hair look somewhat disheveled.

However, a faint smile always lingered at the corners of his mouth.

He looked at Harry, who was staring in astonishment, and the first thing he said was:

"Harry Potter, are you ready to come to another world?"

In countless midnight dreams, whenever Harry thought of this sentence, he felt a surge of intense emotion welling up inside him, bringing tears to his eyes.

He was not sad, but happy.

There was no helicopter like in his dreams that day, nor any grand pronouncements, but he felt that this scene was the coolest he had ever seen in his life.

Is he ready to go to another world?

he does not know.

However, he looked forward to following the boy in front of him to a new world!

——Dimensional wall——

To be honest, I've been thinking about the scene for this chapter lately. I originally thought I could write something really, really cool, but in the end, this is all I could manage. Anyway, as long as the meaning is there, that's fine. Don't expect too much from me; this is just my level.

That's all for now, back to writing the next chapter. I'm going to be a two-chapter beast.