HP Magic Biography

Who is it, in the middle of the night?

Uncle Vernon Dursley yelled loudly, obviously very dissatisfied with the late-night visitor, and he came down from the upstairs living room. Harry froze, brass binoculars in one hand and sneakers in the other, completely forgetting to tell the Dursleys that Dumbledore might be coming tonight.

Terrified and amused by this, Harry stepped over his suitcase and unscrewed the door just in time to hear a deep voice say, Good evening, you must be Mr. Dursley. I assume Harry has told you I Do you want to come and pick him up?

Harry rushed downstairs in three steps and two steps, but when there were still a few steps left, he came to a sudden stop. Long-term experience told him to stay in his uncle's place as much as possible at all times. beyond the reach of the hand.

A tall, thin man stood at the door, his long silver beard and hair reaching his waist. Half-moon spectacles framed his high nose, and he wore a black traveling cloak and pointed wizard hat.

And the other person also surprised Harry very much. Under the black cloak, he revealed an extremely fair face, and his water-blue eyes seemed to be flowing with light.

This face was so familiar to Harry, not to mention Hogwarts, but only in the Dursleys' house, where Harry was rescued from misery countless times.

Hello, Mr. Dursley, I think you won't blame us for the sudden visit, will you. Fan Lin said, smiling at Dursley.

Vernon Dursley, who had about the same bushy beard as Dumbledore, only black, wore a dark brown nightgown and stared hard at the visitor with his small eyes, as if in disbelief.

From your shocked and suspicious expression, Harry must have not told you of my visit, said Dumbledore cheerfully. But let us suppose that you would cordially invite me to your house. It would not be wise to linger at the door in such troubled circumstances.

Dumbledore walked in smartly, followed by Fan Lin, and then closed the door as a matter of course. He is very familiar with this kind of thing, so why do you expect Vernon to welcome them in?

There is still some possibility to come here with Mr. Al.

It's been a long time since we last saw each other, said Dumbledore, gazing at Uncle Vernon over his towering nose. I must say, your purple Clivia is growing really well.

Vernon Dursley didn't say anything, but Harry believed he was going to burst, and sure enough in a moment - the veins in his uncle's temples swelled to the limit - but Dumbledore seemed to have somehow taken it away. Vernon's breath. Maybe it's because of his ostentatious wizard attire. But it could also be that even Uncle Vernon felt that Dumbledore was a hard man to intimidate.

Ah, good evening, Harry, said Dumbledore, looking at him through his half-moon spectacles with satisfaction. Excellent, excellent. These words seemed to waken Vernon Dursley. As far as he knew, anyone who said Harry was wonderful wouldn't be in the same league as Vernon.

I don't want to be rough— he began to read every word in a menacing tone.

It is indeed worrying, however, that poor, occasional rudeness occurs so often, Dumbledore finished the sentence gravely. But it's best not to say anything, my dear friend. Ah, it must be Petunia.

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

Albus Dumbledore, said Dumbledore before Vernon introduced him. Of course, we have already passed the letter. And this one... I don't think I need too much introduction, does it?

Harry thought it odd to remind Aunt Petunia that he had sent her an explosive letter in this way, but Aunt Petunia didn't object.

Hello, Mrs. Dursley. Fan Lin nodded, It's nice to meet you.

Ah……

This must be your son Dudley?

Dudley was peering at them through the living room door, his big blond head protruding from the striped collar of his pajamas, looking oddly disembodied, his mouth agape in surprise and fear. big.

Dumbledore waited, apparently to see if the Dursleys had anything to say, and after a while he smiled.

Can we go into the house and talk? When Dumbledore passed by Dudley, he almost ran away. Harry jumped down the last few steps to follow Dumbledore, still clutching his binoculars and sneakers.

Dumbledore found an armchair by the fire and sat down, looking around with a kindly and interested expression on his face. He looked out of tune with the tension here.

Shall we... shall we go? Harry asked anxiously.

Yes, we are going. But we have a few things to discuss before that, said Dumbledore. And I tend not to talk about it outside. We're going to disturb your aunt and uncle for a little while.

Fan Lin, why do you...

I'm dropping by, you know, that's a good reason to go there, and I think Dudley would like to see me.

He thinks what you think to death! Harry smiled happily. For the arrival of Dumbledore and Fan Lin, Harry naturally welcomed them, very welcome.

The two of them looked at Dudley's curled up and trembling body unscrupulously. In fact, it wasn't Dudley's fault. If Vernon could accept a little bit, Dudley wouldn't be afraid of this.

Are you really determined to do this? Vernon walked into the room, Petunia holding his shoulders, and Dudley hiding behind them both.

Yes, said Dumbledore simply, that's it. He drew his wand imperceptibly; They all slumped on the sand. He shuddered again, and the sand flew back again.

This will make everyone more comfortable, said Dumbledore cheerfully.

Sit down, please. Harry settled into one of the remaining armchairs, deciding not to look at the stunned Dursleys.

I thought you'd prepare some treats for me, Dumbledore said to Vernon, but as things stand, I'm a little foolish for being optimistic. So he waved his wand again, and a dirty A dirty bottle and five glasses appeared in mid-air. The bottle tipped over, pouring a generous amount of the honey-colored liquid into each glass, which then flew into the hands of everyone in the room.

Lady Rosmerta's finest mead, aged in oak barrels, said Dumbledore, raising his glass to Harry, who was sipping his own. Harry had never tasted anything like it, but still liked it a lot. The Dursleys looked at each other quickly, panicked, trying to ignore the cup in front of them entirely, but it was difficult because it was dangling gracefully around their heads.

Harry couldn't help guessing that Dumbledore was enjoying himself. Looking at Fan Lin's expression, it was obvious that this was Dumbledore's trick to entertain himself.

Well, interesting, maybe when he's an adult...

However, Harry, are you sure about your appearance... Fan Lin said suddenly, looking at the sneakers and binoculars in Harry's hand, Fan Lin still knew his friends very well.

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

I'll just go over and - er - pack it up, said Harry, hurrying to pick up his dropped binoculars and sneakers. It took him more than ten minutes to find all he needed; at last he drew the Invisibility Cloak from under the bed, screwed the cap on his bottle of color-changing ink, and slammed the cauldron back into its case. Then, carrying the suitcase in one hand and Hedwig's cage in the other, she 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. Everyone was silent. Dumbledore hummed a little tune calmly, and he looked very comfortable, but the atmosphere here was more dignified than cold custard.

Professor - I'm ready, said Harry, not daring to look at the Dursleys.

Very well, said Dumbledore. There's only one last thing, then, he said, turning to the Dursleys again. As you are no doubt aware, Harry will be of age in a year—

No, said Aunt Petunia for the first time since Dumbledore's arrival.

Sorry? Dumbledore asked politely.

No, he's not. He's a month younger than Dudley, and Dudley won't be eighteen until two years later.

Ah, said Dumbledore cheerfully, but in the wizarding world, seventeen is considered an adult.

Uncle Vernon muttered ridiculous, but Dumbledore ignored him.

Now, as you all know, the wizard named Voldemort has returned to this country. The wizarding world is at war lately. Voldemort has tried several times to kill Harry, and he is in a worse condition than I put him in your house fifteen years ago. It was much more dangerous at the door, at that time I left a letter explaining the death of his parents, I hope you can take care of him like your own son. Dumbledore paused, although his voice remained relaxed and calm, There was no obvious sign of anger, but Harry felt a chill run through him, and noticed the Dursleys huddling slightly. You didn't do what I said. You never treated him like a son. In your hands, he got nothing but neglect and destruction. It can be said that the most fortunate thing is that he escaped at least The damage you both did to that hapless boy sitting among you. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon looked around instinctively, preferring to see someone else than Dudley squeezed between them.

Did we - mistreat Dudley? You mean -? said Uncle Vernon manically. But Dumbledore made a quiet gesture, and Uncle Vernon fell silent as if he was bored. The magic I cast fifteen years ago was that as long as Harry could call this place home, he would have strong protection. No matter how miserable he felt here, how unwelcome, how badly he was treated, you Finally, reluctantly, he was given a room. The magic would end as soon as Harry turned seventeen; You let him live in this house one more time so that the protection lasts until then.

None of the Dursleys said a word. Dudley was frowning slightly, as if wondering when he had been mistreated; Uncle Vernon looked as if he had something stuck in his throat; and Aunt Petunia was blushing strangely.

Fan Lin looked at the Muggles in the room. If anyone could understand wizards, Petunia was obviously one of them. However, sometimes she didn't seem very smart.

However, it is obviously not a realistic matter to get an answer from Vernon. In fact, Fan Lin does not really need any answer from the Dursleys. After all, this is a matter that has already been decided.

Okay, Harry, Van Lin... I think we should go, said Dumbledore finally, standing up and straightening his black cloak. See you next time.

He told the Dursleys, who looked as if they wished the moment would never come, that he took off his hat in tribute, and walked away.

Goodbye, Harry said hurriedly to the Dursleys, and followed Dumbledore, who was waiting beside Harry's suitcase, on which Hedwig's cage lay.

We can't be burdened by these things, he drew his wand again. I'll send them to the Burrow first. I want you to take your Invisibility Cloak with you though... just in case. Harry pulled the Cloak from his trunk with difficulty, trying not to let Dumbledore Lido saw the mess inside. He tucked it into the inside pocket of his jacket, and with a flick of his wand, Dumbledore disappeared, box and cage and Hedwig. He waved his wand again, and the front door opened into the cool, misty night.

And now, Harry, let us go into the night and continue our strange and alluring adventure.

Although for the past few days, whenever Harry was awake, he hoped that Dumbledore would actually come to pick him up, when they actually came out of Privet Drive, he felt instinctively uncomfortable again. .

Outside of Hogwarts, Harry and his Headmaster never technically spoke; they were always separated by the office desk.

It added to Harry's embarrassment that memories of the last time we saw each other often intruded into his memory last year; he yelled so hard, not to mention smashed some of Dumbledore's most cherished the property of.

However, Dumbledore looked very relaxed.

Take your wand and stay alert, Harry, he said warily.

But I guess I'm not allowed to do magic outside of school, Professor?

If someone attacks you, said Dumbledore, I allow you to use any counter-jinxes and counter-curses you can think of. But, I don't think you need to worry about being attacked tonight.

Why, Professor?

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