Chapter 1062

"Who is it, in the middle of the night?"

Exclaimed Uncle Vernon Dursley, obviously dissatisfied with the late night visitor, and came down from the living room upstairs. Harry was stunned, with brass binoculars in one hand and a pair of sneakers in the other. He completely forgot to tell the Dursleys that Dumbledore might come in the evening.

This made Harry panic and funny. He stepped over the suitcase and opened the door. He heard a deep voice saying, "good evening, you must be Mr. Dursley. I guess Harry has told you I'm coming to pick him up? "

Harry rushed down the stairs in three and two steps, but when there were still a few steps left, he made a sharp brake, and his long experience told him to keep as far as his uncle's hand could reach at any time.

At the door stood a tall, thin man with a long silvery beard and hair reaching to his waist. Half moon spectacles on the bridge of his nose, he was wearing a black travel cloak and a pointed wizard's hat.

But another person also let Harry incomparably surprised, under the black cloak, exposed is a matchless white face, the water blue eyes seem to have the wave light flow.

Harry is so familiar with this face that he has been rescued countless times at the Dursleys, not to mention Hogwarts.

"Hello, Mr. Dursley, I don't think you'll blame us for our sudden visit, will you?" Said Fanlin, smiling at Dursley.

Vernon Dursley's beard was almost as thick as Dumbledore's, but black, and he wore a dark brown Nightgown, staring at visitors with his small eyes as if he could not believe it.

"From your expression of shock and doubt, Harry certainly didn't tell you about my visit," Dumbledore said happily. "But let us assume that you will warmly invite me to your room. In such a turbulent situation, it is not wise to stay at the door for a long time. "

Dumbledore came in smartly, followed by Fanlin, and then closed the door of course. He was so familiar with such things that you expected Vernon to welcome them in?

There are still some possibilities to bring Mr. al here.

"It's been a long time since we last met," Dumbledore gazed at Uncle Vernon from his high nose. "I must say, your purple Clivia is very nice."

Vernon Dursley said nothing, but Harry believed that he was about to explode, and soon - his uncle's blood vessels in his temples swelled to the limit - Dumbledore seemed to have somehow taken Vernon's breath. Maybe because of his showy wizard costume. But it could also be that even Uncle Vernon felt Dumbledore was a very difficult person to be intimidated.

"Ah, good evening, Harry," said Dumbledore, looking at him through his half moon glasses with a satisfied expression. "Great, wonderful." These words seemed to wake Vernon Dursley. As far as he knew, anyone who praised Harry's "wonderful" would not have been with Vernon.

"I don't want to be rude -" he began to say, word by word, in a threatening tone.

"But it's worrying that poor, occasional rudeness still happens so often," Dumbledore said solemnly. "But don't say anything, my dear. Ah, this must be penny

The kitchen door opened, and there stood Harry's aunt, wearing a pair of rubber gloves and a casual dress over her pajamas. She usually cleans the kitchen again before going to bed, and obviously she's busy. There was nothing but shock on her long horse face.

"Albus Dumbledore," Dumbledore said before Vernon introduced him. "Of course, we have passed the letter. And this one I don't think I need to introduce too much, do I? "

Harry thought it was strange to remind Aunt Petunia that he had sent her an explosive letter in this way, but Aunt Petunia did not object.

"Hello, Mrs. Dursley." Van Lin nodded. "Nice to meet you."

"Ah..."

"This must be your son, Dudley?"

Dudley was peeping through the door of the living room, his big golden head sticking out of the Striped collar of his pajamas. He looked as if he was out of his body, and his mouth was wide open with surprise and fear.

Dumbledore waited, apparently to see if the Dursleys had anything to say. After a while, he laughed.

"Can we come in and talk?" As Dumbledore passed by Dudley, he almost ran away. Harry jumped down the last few steps and followed Dumbledore, still clutching his binoculars and sneakers.

Dumbledore found an armchair against the fire and sat down. He looked around with a kind, cheerful expression on his face. He looks out of place with the tension here.

"We Shall we go? " Harry asked anxiously.

"Yes, we do. But before that, we have a few more issues to discuss, "Dumbledore said. "And I tend not to talk about it outside. We'll disturb your aunt and uncle for a while"Fanlin, how do you..."

"I'm on my way, you know, that's why I can go there, and I think Dudley would love to see me."

"He wants you to die!" Harry is happy to smile, for Dumbledore and van Lin's arrival, Harry naturally expressed welcome, incomparable welcome.

The two men looked at Dudley's body, which was not Dudley's fault. If Vernon could accept it a little, Dudley would not be afraid of it.

"Do you really decide to do this?" Vernon enters the room, Penny holding his shoulder, and Dudley hiding behind them.

"Yes," Dumbledore said simply, "that's it." He unconsciously drew out his wand; with a slight shake, the sofa flew over and hit the Dursleys on the knee, causing them all to sit on the sofa. He shook a little more, and the sofa flew back.

"It will make everyone feel better," said Dumbledore happily.

"Sit down, please." Harry sat down in the remaining armchair and decided not to visit the Dursleys, who were stunned.

"I thought you would have prepared me some refreshments," Dumbledore told Vernon, "but as it stands, my optimistic thoughts are a bit silly." Then he waved his wand again, and a dirty bottle and five glasses appeared in mid air. The bottle tilted over and poured a large amount of honey colored liquid into each glass, which flew into the hands of everyone in the room.

"Ms. rosemotta's best, made in oak barrels," Dumbledore raised his glass to Harry as he sipped his glass. Harry had never tasted it, but he liked it very much. The Dursleys looked at each other quickly and panicked, trying to turn a blind eye to the glass in front of them, but it was difficult because the glass was always dangling gracefully around their heads.

Harry couldn't help but guess that Dumbledore was enjoying himself. Look at Van Lin's expression, obviously, this is Dumbledore's small way to amuse himself.

Well, it's interesting. Maybe when he's an adult

"But, Harry, are you sure you look..." Van Lin suddenly said that he looked at Harry's sneakers and binoculars. He knew his friends very well.

"Are you afraid we won't come?" Dumbledore asked smartly.

"I'll be right there - er - clean up," Harry rushed to pick up the binoculars and sneakers he had dropped on the ground. It took him more than ten hours to find everything he needed; at last he took the invisibility cloak out of the bed, screwed the lid on his bottle of discolored ink, and slammed the crucible into the box. Then, with the box in one hand and Hedwig's cage in the other, he went back downstairs.

He was somewhat disappointed to find that Dumbledore was not waiting in the hall, which meant he had to go back to the living room again. Everyone was silent. Dumbledore hummed quietly in a minor, which was pleasant, but the atmosphere was more dignified than the cold cream.

Harry said, "Professor - I'm ready." I dare not look at the Dursleys at all.

"Good," said Dumbledore. "Well, there's only one thing left." He turned again to the Dursleys. "You know, no doubt, that Harry will be an adult in a year's time -"

"no," Aunt Petunia said for the first time after Dumbledore's arrival.

"Sorry?" Dumbledore asked politely.

"No, he is not. He's a month younger than Dudley, and Dudley won't be 18 until he's two years old. "

"Ah," said Dumbledore happily, "but in the world of magic, seventeen is an adult."

Uncle Vernon muttered "absurd," but Dumbledore ignored him.

"Now, as you all know, the wizard named Voldemort has returned to this country. The wizarding world has recently been at war. Voldemort has tried to kill Harry several times. His situation is much more dangerous than when I left him at your door 15 years ago. At that time, I left a letter explaining the death of his parents. I hope you can take care of him like your own sons Dumbledore paused for a moment. Although his voice remained relaxed and calm, and there was no obvious sign of anger, Harry felt a chill in his body and noticed that the Dursleys had gathered a little. "You didn't do what I told you. You've never treated him like a son. In your hands, he gets nothing but neglect and devastation. The luckiest thing, to say, is that he has at least escaped the kind of damage you two have done to the unfortunate boy sitting in the middle of you Aunt Petunia and aunt Vernon could have looked around, preferring to see that it was someone else, not Dudley, in their midst.

"Did we - did we abuse Dudley? You mean -- " Said Uncle Vernon, manic. But Dumbledore made a quiet gesture, and Uncle Vernon seemed bored. "The magic I did 15 years ago is that as long as Harry can still call this place home, he can be strongly protected. No matter how miserable, unwelcome, and badly treated he feels here, you finally reluctantly give him a room to live in. As soon as Harry turns seventeen, the magic stops; in other words, when he grows up. I only ask that you let him live in the house again before his seventeenth birthday, so that the protection will last until then. "The Dursleys did not have a single word. Dari frowned slightly as if he was still thinking about when he had been abused; Uncle Vernon looked as if his throat was choked; Aunt Penny blushed strangely.

Fanny looked at the Muggles in the room, and if anyone could understand the wizard, penny was obviously one, but sometimes she didn't seem very clever.

But what answers are you getting here in Vernon is obviously not a real thing. In fact, van Lin doesn't need the Dursleys to answer, after all, it has been decided.

"Well, Harry, van Lin I think it's time for us to go. " Dumbledore finally said he stood up and straightened his black cloak. "I'll meet again next time."

He told the Dursley family that they seemed to have been reluctant to come for a moment, and he took off his hat and gave his respects and then went away.

"Goodbye," Harry hurriedly said goodbye to the Dursleys, following Dumbledore, who was waiting by Harry's suitcase, with Hedwig's cage on it.

"We can't be dragged down by these things," he pulled out his wand again. "I'll send them to the poor house first. But I want you to take your invisible jacket Just in case. " Harry laboriously pulled his invisibility coat out of his box, trying not to let Dumbledore see the mess inside. He put it in the jacket's inner pocket, and Dumbledore waved his wand, and the boxes, cages and Hedwig disappeared. He waved his wand again, and the front door opened in the cold, foggy night.

"Now, Harry, let's go into the night and continue our strange and tempting adventure."

Although Harry had been awake in the past few days, he would have hoped Dumbledore would really come and pick him up, but when they really started on Privet Drive, he instinctively felt a little uncomfortable.

Outside Hogwarts Harry and his principal have never said anything strictly; they are always at the desk in the office.

The last meeting last year often broke into his memories, which greatly increased Harry's embarrassment, when he roared so badly, let alone accidentally smashing some of Dumbledore's most cherished possessions.

Dumbledore, however, looked very relaxed.

"Take your wand, keep alert, Harry," he said with caution.

"But I don't think I'm allowed to do magic outside school, professor?"

"If someone attacks you," Dumbledore said, "I allow you to use any anti evil spell and crack spell you can think of. But I don't think you need to worry about being attacked tonight. "

"Why, professor?"

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