Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Author: (English) Rowling
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Publish Date: 2003-09-01
Features: During the long summer vacation, Harry Potter was trapped at Number 4, Grimmauld Place, where he was unexpectedly attacked by Dementors. Escaping with a narrow escape, Harry was taken to a secret place in London, where he met his godfather Sirius Black, his former Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher Lupin, Mad-Eye Moody, and his friends Hermione and Ron. He only knew that Dumbledore and the members of the Order of the Phoenix were intensifying their secret activities to counter the increasingly powerful Voldemort. However, no one was willing to reveal more details to him. Harry arrived at Hogwarts in confusion and anger, but to his surprise, Dumbledore refused to see him, and Hagrid was missing. Worse still, Harry increasingly saw a long corridor in his dreams. Every time he was about to enter the door at the end of the corridor, he would jolt awake from the dream with a splitting headache, feeling as if a large snake was writhing inside his body. The Ministry of Magic sent an arrogant senior investigator who interfered with all aspects of the school and ultimately drove away Dumbledore, injuring Professor McGonagall. The entire school was shrouded in chaos and oppression. The shadow of the snake became clearer in Harry's mind, and Voldemort was getting closer to him. At this moment, Dumbledore told him a great secret...
Chapter 7: Dobby Meets the Dementor
The hottest day of the summer was finally coming to an end. The square, imposing houses on Grimmauld Place were enveloped in a drowsy silence. The cars, usually gleaming, were now dusty, parked on the driveways. The once lush green lawns had turned yellow—due to the drought, the watering hoses had been banned. The residents of Grimmauld Place, who usually spent their time polishing cars and mowing lawns, could no longer do so and had to retreat to their cool houses, opening the windows wide, hoping to catch a breeze that didn’t exist. Only one person remained outdoors—a teenage boy, lying flat on the flowerbed outside Number 4, Grimmauld Place. He was a thin boy with black hair and glasses, looking somewhat frail and ill, as if he had grown too quickly in a short time. His jeans were torn and dirty, his T-shirt loose and faded, and the laces of his sneakers had come undone. Harry Potter’s appearance was unlikely to win the neighbors’ favor. Those people believed that being ragged should be illegal. However, he was hidden behind a large bush that evening, and no passersby would see him. In reality, if his uncle Vernon or aunt Petunia peered out the window of the living room and looked straight down into the flowerbed, they still had a chance of spotting him. Overall, Harry felt lucky that he had thought of hiding here. Lying on the hot, hard earth wasn’t comfortable, but on the other hand, no one would glare at him, grind their teeth, make it impossible to hear the news, or bombard him with annoying questions. Every time he wanted to sit in the living room and watch TV with his aunt and uncle, they always bothered him.