Chapter 391：

Chapter 414 Hermione’s apology letter

Obviously, Harry will not suddenly want to kill the Dursleys.

John saw the old guy flying out of the door through the window.

He was a little gloating. It seemed that the number one king in the magical world also had his moments.

Harry followed out, seemingly confused as to why this happened suddenly.

"The seventh-level Iron Armor Curse can only make people fly away without Dumbledore paying attention."

John pondered and saw a pair of eyes turning this way.

He expressionlessly pulled the curtains up and tapped the wall with his wand.

Exploration from outside cannot enter inside.

Although the letter can be read clearly without a light, John still likes to turn on the light to read it.

Most letters come from a familiar address.

It's from Hermione.

With deep eyes, John sorted out the letters and put them aside.

He opened the ones others had sent.

There was a letter of thanks from Lucius Malfoy. Even after knowing that this was his son's friend, Lucius still maintained respect.

The same was true for Narcissa, and the thank-you letter she sent revealed concern.

Regarding the Malfoy family's betrayal of Voldemort, they also cursed the Order of the Phoenix for ruining good things.

"Voldemort's revenge?" John moved his fingers, and the drawer opened automatically and a quill popped out.

He wrote a letter to Narcissa confirming her concerns.

The two Dark Lords are missing outside. No matter which one is missing, it will be a huge blow to a family like Malfoy.

Especially Voldemort, he has witnessed the effect of the Holy Grail with his own eyes, and it is inevitable that he will not shift his target to the Holy Grail.

"Spread the news and let some people know that there is something that can live forever in Hogwarts."

John gave this task to Narcissa, the best person he could think of.

Lucius betrayed Voldemort for the second time, and his words may not gain Voldemort's trust.

Narcissa was different. She never showed her face during the battle at the Ministry of Magic.

And she completed something for Voldemort, which allowed Voldemort to retain some trust in him.

I believe Narcissa knows what to do.

The letter was delivered to Basil.

Pulling out the next letter, John saw that it was an invitation.

"The Slug Club?" He stared at the letter.

This is from the new principal Slughorn. It seems that Voldemort's failure has emboldened him.

Even if she had expressed concern about Hogwarts before, she had only written a letter and had some shirk about the position of principal.

In his letter, he invited John to join his private class. Although he was the principal, he still couldn't change some habits.

Slughorn is a collector, but the things he collects are not expensive or valuable things, but geniuses.

As the most dazzling presence in Hogwarts, John is undoubtedly his most desired collection.

John looked at it twice and stuffed the invitation into the drawer.

Slughorn was so impatient that he pushed the bargaining chip to John's side.

Now it is not John who wants something from him, but he who wants something from John.

Between offense and defense, it may change with just one sentence.

If you reveal your trump card too early, you will not be able to get the maximum benefit.

As John continued to pick up the next letter, he heard a tapping on the window.

The curtains opened a crack, and he saw an owl tapping on the window with its beak.

After opening it, the owl flew in and dropped a letter.

John picked it up. It was from Hermione.

Judging from the number of these letters, Hermione writes one on average every day.

He picked up the letter, and the first time he entered nine and three-quarters flashed through his mind.

"I was like a reckless kid at that time." John laughed at himself.

Arrange the letters, starting with the first one.

It's like reading a long paper, with small handwriting crowded on the parchment.

The theme of apology runs throughout the text.

"Hermione Granger..."

John's eyes stared blankly at the reflection of the pile of letters on the table.

He could see Hermione's apology and the guilt that had been repeated many times.

But there's only one step left, just that one step.

John closed his eyes.

Once a choice is made, it cannot be taken back.

Picking up the quill, he dipped it in ink and watched as the black droplets on the tip of the pen were about to drip onto the parchment. He finally began to write a sentence.

The ink dried quickly after I put down the pen. I put it away and waited for Basil to come back before sending it over.

John opened the drawer, and inside there was a silver pocket watch with delicate lilies.

After Basil returned from delivering the letter, John handed him the pocket watch and the letter.

Basil protested twice, but was dismissed by a small dried fish.

After John finished processing the letter, Dumbledore also picked up Harry.

Even Dumbledore's beard was still a little burnt when he came out.

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Harry couldn't figure out why the wooden sculpture turned into a big stuffed dog and came out to bite people, and he couldn't figure out where the Dursleys' wizard chess soldiers came from.

As soon as Dumbledore entered and summoned the sofa for the Dursleys to sit down, his beard was bitten by the wooden dog sculpture behind him.

Fortunately, there was no danger in the end, and Dumbledore achieved his goal and picked up Harry.

But before leaving, Dumbledore wanted Harry to go somewhere with him.

He asked Harry to take out the Invisibility Cloak, even though Voldemort might not be able to take care of himself now.

But you can never lose some defenses.

The luggage and Hedwig were sent to the Burrow by Dumbledore's spell.

The two stood at the intersection of Privet Drive, and Dumbledore asked Harry to hold his arm tightly.

After Harry complied, Dumbledore used Apparition and disappeared at the intersection with Harry.

Unlike the portkey, Harry felt as if he was squeezed into a small pipe.

After reappearing, he breathed in the cold evening air.

Tears flowed from his eyes, and he felt like he was being squeezed out of a rubber tube.

It took two and a half seconds for him to recover.

He found that he had left Privet Drive and appeared in an abandoned village courtyard.

There is a monument in the middle and several benches scattered around.

"Are you okay?" Dumbledore looked down at him with concern and asked, "You need to get used to this feeling slowly."

"I'm fine," Harry muttered, rubbing his ears as if they didn't belong to him, "but I seem to prefer flying on a broomstick."

Dumbledore wrapped his traveling cloak tightly around his neck and said with a smile, "This way."

He walked with steps.

Harry found that the place looked very empty, with an empty tavern and a few houses.

A clock on a church told him that it was almost midnight.

"Then tell me, Harry," Dumbledore asked suddenly, "does your scar still hurt?"

Harry subconsciously touched the scar. It had become very shallow, as if nothing had happened.

"No," Harry said dully, "It hasn't hurt since the Ministry of Magic."

He raised his eyes and looked at Dumbledore, and found that there was a sense of relief and a complicated pity on his face.

"It seems that John has been honest with you on some things." Dumbledore said, "Voldemort can no longer influence your thoughts."

"Professor, what kind of person do you think John is?" Harry asked hesitantly, "He is Johnny Silverhand, and your position..."

"In his opinion, I am indeed not a qualified principal." Dumbledore shook his head slightly, "Now it seems that he is right, I am not suitable for that position."

They walked around a street corner and passed a phone booth and a bus shelter.

Harry didn't understand where they were going.

"This is the charming village of Barberton, Harry," said Dumbledore. "Ah, by the way, I haven't told you yet."

Facing Harry's confused look, Dumbledore said, "Although I am no longer the principal, I still have to do some things. I might be able to find out something by visiting an old colleague."

"This old friend is a very smart man, and he also has contacts with some people."

Harry still didn't understand why he came here.

"He'll want to see you, Harry."

The weather was cold at night. Harry grabbed his cloak and looked at the rows of houses, wondering why he didn't use Apparition.

"Because that would be as rude as kicking down the door to someone else's house," said Dumbledore. "Politeness requires us to offer other wizards the opportunity to refuse us, but most wizarding homes are enchanted to ward off unwanted apparitions. Shifter."

For some reason, Harry remembered Dumbledore's visit to the Dursleys' house.

The incident when Dumbledore forcefully asked to go inside and was knocked away.

​Perhaps that's what it means to be an unwelcome guest and to be rejected.

He shook his head to get rid of this thought.

"For example, Hogwarts cannot use Apparition in the castle or grounds," Harry rushed to say, "Hermione Granger told me."

"She's right, we still need to turn left." Dumbledore straightened his beard.

The journey seemed to be very long, and they discussed some things, such as matters about the Ministry of Magic.

"Barty Crouch is a very powerful person," Dumbledore said with emotion. "He prepared a lot before Voldemort returned. He didn't let all this destroy the order of the magical world. I can't do better than him."

"However, some emotions were still exaggerated, and the sales of Defense Against the Dark Arts props purchased by every household were much higher."

They discussed and arrived at their destination.

A house with a front door off its hinges and leaning askew.

It doesn’t look like a very good sign.

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Chapter 415 Horace’s correspondence

Dumbledore lit his wand, revealing a narrow doorway with an open door on the left.