Chapter 1179

"Oh, yes," said Skeeter, nodding his head with interest. "I've spent a whole chapter on the relationship between Dumbledore and Potter. That kind of relationship is called unhealthy, even a little evil. I think, if I say one more thing, your readers want to know the whole story and have to buy my book. But I just said that there is no doubt that Dumbledore had an abnormal interest in Potter. Is that his greatest interest in the boy Yes, you'll see in my book. There is no doubt that Harry has a constant problem with adolescence. "

(as we all know, Dumbledore may have some improper relationship with his good friend Greenwood, and now it's Harry...)

Of course, I asked her if she was still in touch with Harry Potter, whose interview last year made her famous: a groundbreaking interview about Potter's conviction that the mystery man was coming back.

"Oh, yes. We're more connected, "Skeeter said." poor Potter has few real friends, and we meet on a day when he faces the most critical challenge of his life That's the big three. I'm probably the only one who really knows Harry Potter

I skilfully led the conversation to the many rumors surrounding Dumbledore's last moments. Does Skeeter believe Potter was there when Dumbledore died?

"Oh, I don't want to say too much. It's all in my book. But many witnesses at Hogwarts Castle saw Potter fall in Dumbledore Or jump down, be pushed down and run out of the scene. Porter later accused Severus Snape, a notorious, jealous man. Is all this really what they show? It's up to you to decide Once they've read my book. "

After finishing all the tempting records, I left. No one would doubt that Skeeter was an excellent salesman. At that time, many of Dumbledore's admirers will tremble at the revelation of their hero.

Harry read through the whole article in spite of his anger, but he was still staring at the newspaper. The vomit like, intense disgust and anger flared up in his body. He crumpled the newspaper and threw it out. He smashed it into the corner of the wall and went with the garbage that had been full of garbage cans.

Harry began to stride blindly back and forth in the room, opening the empty drawers, picking up books and putting them back in the stacks Almost unaware of what he was doing, Rita's nonsense echoed in his mind: a whole chapter on the relationship between Dumbledore and Potter It's not healthy, it's even a little evil When he was young, he dabbled in the Dark Arts I got a source that most press conferences exchange with wands

"Lie!" Yelled Harry. Through the window, he saw the neighbor stop a little and then restart the lawn mower. He looked up nervously.

Harry sat heavily on the bed. The broken mirror was shaking not far from him. He picked it up and played it over and over in his hand, thinking of Dumbledore and the lies Rita had slandered him A bright blue light flashed by, and Harry was stunned, and his fingers slid over the jagged edges again.

He saw He has to do something.

He looked behind him, and the walls were the sickly pink of Aunt Petunia's choice: there was nothing blue to reflect in the mirror. He gazed at the broken mirror again, but this time he saw nothing but his own glowing green eyes.

It was just an illusion, there was no other explanation; he saw it because he had been thinking about his late headmaster. If there's anything for sure, it's Albus Dumbledore's brilliant blue eyes will never look deep into him again.

Harry knew this very well.

Dumbledore and Hogwarts are one forever. He lies peacefully on the island of the Black Lake, and his sleep is guarded by Mermaid.

Often think of here, Harry can not help but began to remember, miss those days when Dumbledore was still there.

The crash of the front door reached upstairs, and a voice roared, "Hey! Boy

However, after 16 years of being called around, Harry didn't immediately respond. His uncle Dursley was always like this. Since he knew that he could not perform magic outside school, his behavior began to gradually wanton.

But he didn't dare to push Harry too hard.

To force a wizard is to make something happen.

Harry still looked at the long and narrow broken lens. For a moment, he thought he saw Dumbledore's eyes. But in a trance, Harry didn't feel like Dumbledore, or

Until Uncle Vernon yelled "boy!" again Harry got up and got out of bed slowly and walked to the bedroom door. He put the broken lenses in the bag he was going to take with him.

"Don't dawdle!" Vernon Dursley called out to Harry on the stairs, "come down, I have something to say."Harry, with his indifferent hands in his pockets, walked slowly down the stairs. He looked around the living room and found all three of the Dursleys there. They dressed as if they were about to go out: Uncle Vernon was wearing an old, shabby jacket, and Dudley Harry's big, blond, muscular cousin wore a leather jacket.

"What's the matter?" Asked Harry.

"Sit down!" Said Uncle Vernon.

Harry raised his eyebrows. "Please Added Uncle Vernon, wincing slightly, as if the word were hard to say.

Harry sat down. He felt like he knew what was going on. His uncle began to pace back and forth, and Aunt Petunia and Dudley looked at him expectantly.

Finally, Uncle Vernon wrinkled his big purple face, stopped in front of Harry and said, "I've changed my mind."

"What a surprise." Said Harry sarcastically.

"How could you use that tone..." Aunt Petunia said in that sharp voice, but Uncle Vernon waved to stop her.

"It's all empty talk," said Uncle Vernon, staring at Harry with his little pig eyes. "I'm not going to believe a word. We'll stay here and not go anywhere. "

Harry looked at his uncle and was amused and angry. For the past four weeks, Uncle Vernon has changed his mind every 24 hours, putting his luggage in the car, taking it out again, putting it in again, and repeating it every time he changes his mind.

Harry's favorite time was that Uncle Vernon didn't know that Dudley had put the dumbbell in the box the last time he was packing, so he picked up the box to put it in the trunk of the car. He screamed and cursed and fell over in pain.

"It's all because of you," Uncle Vernon said as he resumed pacing the living room. "We Penny, Dudley and I In danger because of the Those... "

"People like us," isn't it Said Harry.

"I don't believe it anyway," Uncle Vernon repeated, stopping again in front of Harry. "I thought about it most of the night last night, and I'm sure it was a conspiracy to get the house."

"House?" Harry repeated, as if he had heard the funny joke "what house?"

"This is the house!" Uncle Vernon shrieked, the veins on his forehead beating and his face red. "Our house! Now the house prices are soaring here! You want to set us all apart, and then use some tricks and tricks. When we are still in the dark, the house will become yours, and then... "

"And then what?" Harry held back his anger.

"So that we can be driven out and inherited from us..."

"Are you crazy?" Harry asked, "to get this house? You got a head? Are you really as stupid as you look? Like a fat pig with doughnuts in it? "

"How dare you..." Aunt Petunia screamed, but Vernon stopped her again, and his expression looked fearless.

"I think, I'm afraid you forgot," said Harry, "my parents left me a whole vault, and my godfather has left me a house. How could I want you? Is it for the good memories here? "

There was a silence in the room. Harry felt that he had suppressed his uncle in the debate.

"You claim," said Uncle Vernon, pacing again, "what devil is coming here?"

"Voldemort," Harry said impatiently, "we've talked about it a hundred times. It's not my claim, it's the truth. Last year Dumbledore told you, and Mr. Kingsley and Mr. Weasley told you that he came here, and in his eyes, you could just as easily erase the stains on your shoes, but I think he might just rub, rub, rub on the floor here, on the floor

Uncle Vernon shrugged his shoulders angrily. Harry guessed that his uncle must be trying to get rid of the memory of the uninvited guests. On the first few days of Harry's summer vacation, two adult witches, Kingsley shackel and Arthur Weasley, visited the Dursleys, which was a very unpleasant accident for the Dursleys.

Harry had to admit that, in any case, Mr. Weasley had destroyed half of the Dursleys' living room, and his second visit would never have made Uncle Vernon happy.

"Kingsley and Mr. Weasley have made it very clear," Harry pointed out coldly, "once I'm seventeen, the protection of my magic will be ineffective, which means that you will be exposed as much as I am. The order of the Phoenix is sure that Voldemort will target you. He will torture you to try to find me, or he thinks that as long as he takes you as hostages, I will save you. "

Uncle Vernon and Harry's eyes met, and Harry was sure they were thinking the same thing at that moment.

Uncle Vernon continued to pace, and Harry said patiently, "you must hide. Phoenix society will help you and give you the best protection."

Uncle Vernon said nothing but walked about. The sun had set under the hedges of Privet Drive, and the next door neighbor's lawn mower stopped."Don't you have a Ministry of magic?" Suddenly said Uncle Vernon.

"That's right." Harry was surprised by Uncle Vernon's knowledge of the magic world.

"Then why don't they come to protect us? In my opinion, as innocent victims, we are not guilty of any crime except harbouring a concerned guy. We have the right to be protected by the government! "

Harry couldn't help but laugh. It was a typical Uncle Vernon. Even though he despised and suspected the world, he still hoped for an organization, just as Uncle Vernon believed that some disputes could be solved by the police.

"Mr. Weasley and Kingsley have already told you," Harry repeated, "we think the Ministry of magic has been corrupted by them."

Uncle Vernon strode back to the fireplace and took a breath so hard that his big black beard was rippling, and he was still wrinkling his purple face.

"Well," he said, stopping again in front of Harry, "well, just for the sake of this argument, we accept their protection, but I still don't understand why that Kingsley boy can't protect us."

Harry tried to control the urge to roll his eyes, but it was very difficult, and the issue was also discussed several times.

"I told you," he said, gnashing his teeth, "Kingsley wants to protect the hemp I mean, your prime minister. "

"Obviously, he is the best!" Said Uncle Vernon, pointing to the blank TV screen. The Dursleys have seen in the news that Kingsley accompanied the Muggle prime minister to the hospital.

Kingsley's mastery of the knack of dressing like a Muggle, combined with his soothing, slow, low voice, made the Dursleys look at him differently, even though they had never seen him wear earrings.

"He's got a job," Harry said, "but hesja Jones and dedaluo Digo are better suited for the job."

"If we read their resumes..." As soon as Uncle Vernon opened his mouth, Harry was impatient. He went to his uncle's, looked at the TV alone and said, "the accidents that look like accidents are not accidents All the crashes, explosions, train derailments, and everything that happened since we last watched the news. He was behind the scenes in the disappearance and death of people Lord Voldemort. I've told you again and again that he kills people without blinking an eye. Even the fog It's all caused by Dementors. If you don't remember what they are, ask your son

Dali suddenly covered his mouth with his hands. Under the gaze of his parents and Harry, he slowly lowered his hand and asked, "they have More? "

"More?" Harry laughed. "More than the two who attacked us? Do you want to ask? of course! Now there are hundreds, maybe thousands, depending on fear and despair... "

"Well, well, don't be frightening," murmured Uncle Vernon. "You've made it clear."

"I hope so," said Harry, "because once I'm seventeen, all those things Death eaters, Dementors, and maybe zombies, dead bodies controlled by the black wizard, all of which may find you and attack you. If you remember the last time you tried to get rid of the wizard, I think you'd agree to help

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