Chapter 1061

Harry Potter snored loudly.

For the past four hours, he had spent most of the past four hours sitting in a chair against his bedroom window, looking out at the increasingly dark street, but he finally fell asleep with his face against the window glass, his mouth wide open and his glasses tilted to one side.

His breath condenses on the window glass, shining in the orange light outside. This artificial light covers up the color of his face, and looks like a ghost with messy black hair. The room was littered with various articles and rubbish.

Owl feathers, apple kernels, and confectionery papers were littered on the floor, and robes were scattered on the bed, with a few spell books in them, and the muddy light on the table lit up several newspapers. One of them had a big headline: Harry Potter: the real one?

Rumors are still flying about the latest mysterious unrest in the Ministry of magic, in which people see the devil who can't even mention his name.

"We're forbidden to talk about it. Don't ask me any questions," said an excited memory canceller who declined to give his name when he left the Ministry last night. However, through the Ministry's well-informed sources, we can confirm that the unrest took place in the legendary Hall of prophecy. Although the Ministry's spokesman even refuses to acknowledge the existence of such a place, more and more members of the public are beginning to believe that the death eaters on trial for attempted invasion and theft in Azkaban are ready to steal the prophecy ball.

Although we don't know what kind of prophecy it is, it is still widely speculated that the prophecy is related to Harry Potter, the only person known to have escaped the death curse, who also appeared in the ministry that night.

Now some people call Harry Potter "the real one", and they believe he is the only one who can get rid of the devil who can't even mention his name. At present, however, the whereabouts of the prophecy ball, if it really exists, is still unknown. (see column 5 of the Second Edition)

next to it is another newspaper. The headline read: a large part of scriinger's replacement of Fudge's front page was occupied by a black-and-white photograph of a man with lion hair and scarred face. This picture is movable - the man is waving to the ceiling.

Rufus scriinger, the former head of the Auror Office of the Department of law enforcement, has replaced Cornell fudge as Minister of magic. The appointment was popular in wizarding society, but within hours of his inauguration, rumors of discord between Albus Dumbledore, who had just regained his seat as chief magician in wiesengamo, came to light.

A spokesman for slinger acknowledged that he met with Dumbledore immediately after he took office, but declined to comment on the topics they discussed. Albus Dumbledore is (turn to the third edition, column 2) there is also a folded newspaper on the left of this page, on which you can see a report entitled "the Ministry of magic ensures the safety of students.".

Rufus scriinger, the new minister of magic, said today that they would take strong measures to ensure that students at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry will return to school safely this fall.

"For well-known reasons, the Ministry of magic will not release the details of this tight security program," the minister said, but we have confirmed through people familiar with the matter that the measures include some defensive mantras, a complex set of crack charms and a task force dedicated to the safety of Hogwarts students, all made up of Auror.

In fact, Hermione told him the information. Of course, there were other things he expected.

Harry snored in his sleep, his face sliding down the glass about an inch, which made his glasses more askew, and he still didn't wake up.

An alarm clock, which Harry had fixed a few years ago, was ticking on the windowsill. It was about a minute before it was due.

Harry, who was sleeping next to him, held in his hand a piece of parchment, which was full of thin, slightly slanted words.

Harry has read the letter many times since he received it three days ago. Although the letter had been tightly tied into a cylinder when it was delivered, it was now smoothed out and lying there in peace.

Dear Harry: if it's convenient for you, I'll call on 4 Privet Drive this Friday night and pick you up to the burrow, where you'll be invited to spend the rest of your vacation.

I'll be very happy if you can help me with something on the way to the burrow, if you like. I'll explain it in more detail after I see you.

You are the most sincere, Albus Dumbledore!

Although he could recite the letter, he still peeked at it every few minutes from seven o'clock in the evening. He sat against the window of his bedroom, through which he could see both ends of Privet Drive at the same time.

He knew it was pointless to stare at Dumbledore's letters; he had sent the owl to deliver his "yes", as he had been asked, and now all he could do was wait: whether Dumbledore came or not. But Harry hasn't packed yet. It just took two weeks with the Dursleys to get away with it, and it seemed too wonderful to be true. It was hard for him to get rid of the feeling that something would go wrong - his letter to Dumbledore might have been lost by the owl; Dumbledore might not be able to come to meet him; or perhaps the letter was not written by Dumbledore, it was just a trick or a joke, or even a trap.Harry couldn't bear the loss of packing up and having to open it again. So his only preparation for the possible trip was to keep his snow-white owl Hedwig safely in a cage.

At the moment when the minute hand of the alarm clock reaches 2, all the lights on the street outside the window go out. The sudden darkness woke Harry up like an alarm clock. He quickly straightened his glasses, put his nose against the window glass that was still close to his cheek, and squinted at the sidewalk.

A slender figure dragged his long, rolled up cloak to the path in the garden. Beside him, there was a figure with a cloak on it. However, Harry did not recognize who it was. However, it was not a problem. He knew who was coming, so he didn't cheat himself?

Harry suddenly thought of something. Then Harry jumped up like an electric shock, knocked over the chair, and began to grab everything he could reach one by one and throw it into the suitcase.

Just as he threw his robe, two spell books and a bag of potato chips from one end of the room to the other, the doorbell rang.

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