HP Magic Biography

Harry Potter was snoring loudly.

He had spent most of the past four hours sitting in a chair by the bedroom window, gazing out at the darkening street, but finally he couldn't help but fall asleep with his face against the windowpane, mouth Exposed, the glasses are also skewed to one side.

His breath was condensed on the windowpane, and under the orange light outside, there were dots of light shining. This artificial light covered the color of his face, making him look like a man in a cloak. Shaggy black ghost. The room was littered with various items and garbage.

Owl feathers, apple cores, and candy wrappers were littered on the floor, robes were scattered on the bed with spell books mixed in, and newspapers were strewn about by the dim light on the table. One of them had a big headline reading: Harry Potter: The Right One?

Rumors are still flying about the recent mysterious disturbance in the Ministry of Magic, in which people saw the devil who can't even mention the name.

We're forbidden to talk about it, don't ask me any questions, said an agitated amnesticist, who declined to give his name, as he left the Ministry last night. However, we can confirm from well-informed sources in the Ministry that the unrest took place in the fabled Hall of Prophecy. Although Ministry of Magic spokesmen refuse even to this day to admit that such a place exists, there is a growing public belief that the Death Eaters who are on trial in Azkaban for trespassing and attempted theft are preparing to Go steal the orb of prophecy.

While we don't know what kind of prophecy it was, it's widely speculated that the prophecy has something to do with Harry Potter, the only person known to have escaped the Death Curse, who also happened to be at the Ministry that night.

Some now call Harry Potter The Right One, believing that he is the only one who can get rid of the man who can't even be named. However, the whereabouts of the present prophecy ball, if it exists at all, are unknown.

Next to it lay another newspaper. It read in headlines: Scrimgeour takes over from Fudge A large portion of the front page is dominated by a black and white photo of a man with a lion's head and a bruised face. The photo is animated—the man is waving to the ceiling.

Rufus Scrimgeour, former head of the Auror Office of the Law Enforcement Division, has succeeded Cornelius Fudge as Minister for Magic. This appointment was very popular in the wizarding society, but within a few hours of his inauguration, there was a feud between Albus Dumbledore, who had just resumed the seat of the Wizengamoshi wizard, and him. Rumors surfaced.

A spokesman for Scrimgeour acknowledged that he had met with Dumbledore immediately after becoming minister, but declined to comment on the topics they discussed. Albus Dumbledore is on the left side of this picture. There is also a folded newspaper, on which you can see a report called .

Rufus Scrimgeour, the newly appointed Minister of Magic, said today that they will take strong measures to ensure that students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry can return to school safely this autumn.

For well-known reasons, the Ministry of Magic will not release the details of this intensive security program, the minister said, although we have been able to confirm from sources familiar with the measures that they included a number of defensive spells, a complex set of counter spells and a dedicated The task force responsible for the safety of Hogwarts students is made up entirely of Aurors.

However, Harry already knew about this. In fact, Hermione told him this information. Of course, there were other things he was looking forward to.

Harry was snoring in his sleep, his face slipped an inch or so off the glass, which made the glasses tilt sideways even more, and he still didn't wake up.

An alarm clock, which Harry had repaired years ago, was ticking on the windowsill, with a minute to go.

Harry, who was sleeping next to him, was holding a piece of parchment covered in thin, slightly slanted letters.

Since Harry received this letter three days ago,

He has read it many times. Although it had been delivered tightly bound into a cylinder, it was now smoothed out and lying there quietly.

Dear Harry: If it is convenient for you, I will visit number four Privet Drive this Friday evening and pick you up at the Burrow, where you will be invited to spend the rest of your holiday.

I'd be more than glad if you could assist me with a task on the way to the Burrow, if it suits you. I'll explain this in more detail after I meet you.

Yours truly, Albus Dumbledore!

Although he could memorize the letter already, he still had to peek at the letter every few minutes starting at seven o'clock in the evening. He sat by the bedroom window, through which he could read the letter at the same time. Saw both ends of Privet Drive.

He knew there was no point in staring at Dumbledore's letter; he had already owled his yes, as he had been asked, and now all he could do was wait: whatever Dumbledore came Still not coming. But Harry hadn't packed his things yet. Getting away with just two weeks with the Dursleys seemed too good to be true. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong—that his letter to Dumbledore might have been lost by the owl; that Dumbledore might not be able to come to fetch him; or that the letter might not have been written by Dumbledore at all. Yes, it was just a hoax or a joke, or even a trap.

Harry couldn't bear the disappointment of packing his bags and having to unpack them all again to get them all out. So the only preparation he has made for this possible trip is to keep his snow-white owl, Hedwig, safely caged.

At the moment when the minute hand of the alarm clock reached 2, all the lights on the street outside the window went out. The sudden darkness woke Harry up like an alarm clock. He straightened his glasses hastily, pressed his nose to the pane where his cheek had been, and squinted at the sidewalk.

A slender figure dragged a long rolled-up cloak and walked towards the path in the garden. There was another figure beside him, wearing a cloak. However, Harry didn't recognize who it was, but this was not a problem. He knew who it was, so he didn't lie to himself?

Something came to Harry's mind, and Harry jumped up, electrocuted, knocking over the chair, and one by one he started grabbing everything within his reach and throwing it into the suitcase.

Just as he was throwing his robes, two spell books, and a bag of potato chips across the room, the doorbell rang.

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