Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Late at night, Harry sat in front of his bedroom window, staring blankly at the dim lights outside.

He had been in this position for a long time, and the arms supporting his head were numb, but he ignored it. His excitement made him ignore this small discomfort.What's more, for him who has learned a lot of magic, this discomfort is nothing.

Behind him, several large suitcases were placed neatly, with a cage on top. Hedwig was very quiet inside.

The rest of the place is a bit messy. Owl feathers, apple cores and candy wrappers are scattered on the floor. There are several newspapers mixed with coats on the bed, and the title of one of them is particularly eye-catching:

Harry Potter: The Savior? 》

One of his photos was enlarged, and Dumbledore and Sirius could be faintly seen behind him.

This issue of the "Daily Prophet" is from a long time ago. It was published shortly after the Battle of the Department of Mysteries. The content on the front page has appeared before, and it is not much different. It is nothing more than the one whose name cannot even be mentioned. Things about people coming back.The really "new" content in this issue, which will be in the second edition, is the news that Scrimgeour has become the new Minister of Magic.

Other than that, there's nothing new.

The photo on the front page of another newspaper was different. It showed a huge square and chaotic crowds.Dumbledore's figure was still up there, and there was an unknown person standing next to him.But it was mentioned in the article that he was the Minister of Magic in Italy.

"Notorious and extremely dangerous Death Eaters capture the Vatican"

This issue was from a few days ago, about the appalling things that the classmate he once trusted did during this period of time.

Harry looked at it carefully and didn't pay much attention to it. He was just worried about Hermione's condition.He knew very well that Hermione must have read this article.

Harry just didn't say many things, but it wasn't because he didn't know, which was different from Ron.Therefore, even though Hermione behaved normally after the Battle of the Department of Mysteries, Harry knew very well that Hermione was not as peaceful as she seemed on the surface.

He knew a long time ago that the departure of that person left an unhealable scar in Hermione's heart.And this scar was severely torn open that night at the Ministry of Magic.

There was a thick stack of letters on the table in front of him, most of which were written by Hermione during the summer vacation.The last letter was sent two days ago. Judging from the content, it is no different from the previous one.

Harry was still worried in his heart, but at this moment, there was another thing occupying his whole heart: Dumbledore would pick him up to go to the Burrow today!

"Dear Harry:

If it's convenient for you, I will pick you up at 4 Privet Drive at [-] o'clock this Friday night to take you to the Burrow, where they invite you to spend the rest of the summer vacation.

Also, I have something to do on my way to the Burrow, and I would be very happy to have your help.

Details will be discussed when we meet.

Please send your reply to this owl. See you on Friday.

your faithful

Albus Dumbledore"

Three days ago, this letter was delivered to Harry. From that day on, he often took out the letter and read it, and he knew the contents by heart.He started packing his luggage from the moment he got the news, but it wasn't until recently that he was almost done with it.

After that, I just waited quietly in front of the window.

The night is getting darker, and the hour hand is slowly pointing to eleven.Suddenly, the street lights outside the window suddenly went out, and the entire neighborhood was plunged into darkness.

Harry quickly adjusted his glasses, looked out the window, and saw a tall figure wearing a long cloak walking along the garden path.Seeing this, he jumped up suddenly, stuffed the letters on the table and the newspapers on the bed into the mezzanine on the outside of the suitcase, picked up his coat, grabbed Hedwig's cage with one hand, and pushed the suitcase out.

As soon as I opened the door, I heard Uncle Vernon's voice coming from the living room downstairs: "What the hell! Who is calling the door so late?"

The lights downstairs came on, but Harry stopped at the bottom of the stairs.At this time, Dumbledore's voice came from downstairs. It was very low, but it made Harry feel extremely safe.

"Good evening. You must be Mr. Dursley. I believe Harry must have told you that I was coming to pick him up, right?"

Hearing the sound, Harry remembered that he was so excited about getting the news that he completely forgot to tell Uncle Vernon about it.He quickly put his suitcase on the stairs and quickly walked down the stairs.

The footsteps were rapid, attracting the attention of the two people in the living room.They all looked in the direction of the stairs, Uncle Vernon's face was full of anger, and Dumbledore secretly blinked.

"It seems that Harry didn't tell you that I was coming." Dumbledore said softly, very cordially and easy-going, "However, let us assume that you have warmly invited me in. The current situation is turbulent and it would be too much to stay at the door. It would be unwise to go too long.”

Dumbledore said as he walked in and closed the door.He looked around the living room as if he was curious about everything.

"I didn't come in when I came last time, and it was a long time ago." Dumbledore pushed up the glasses on his nose, and then waved to Harry on the stairs, "Good evening, Harry .”

Vernon was so angry that the veins in his neck were bulging so high that one could not help but worry that they would explode in the next second, spreading blood everywhere.His face was twitching slightly, and the sound of his teeth grinding could be heard.

Before he could say anything, the kitchen door opened and Aunt Petunia and Dudley appeared in the doorway.Petunia was still wearing an apron and gloves on her hands, while Dudley was holding a small piece of cake in his hand with some crumbs on his mouth.They all looked at Dumbledore with their mouths open, as if they were stunned.

"Albus Dumbledore," Dumbledore said with a smile, "We write by letter."

"This must be your son Dudley."

He waited for a moment, as if waiting for the Dursleys to say something, and couldn't help but smile when he saw their silence.

"Can we assume that you have invited me into your living room?"

Dumbledore walked into the living room, Uncle Vernon and the others were still standing there blankly.Harry couldn't wait any longer. He jumped down the stairs and asked anxiously: "Shall we go? Now?"

"Go, of course, but there are a few things we need to discuss first," Dumbledore said. "For some well-known reasons, we're afraid we have to disturb your aunt and uncle for a while."

"what?"

Uncle Vernon asked loudly and walked in angrily. Petunia and Dudley quickly walked around Dumbledore and followed behind. Dudley's body was even trembling.

"You want to discuss things at my house?"

"Yes, that's right." Dumbledore nodded, suddenly pulled out his wand and waved, the sofa quickly crashed into the three of them, knocking them off their feet and causing them to sit crookedly on it.Then with another wave, the sofa returned to its original position.

"This way, we can all feel more comfortable."

Dumbledore put away his wand, and with a smile, Shi Shiran sat on the sofa opposite them, and called Harry over.

At this time, Harry saw that Dumbledore's hands were black, as if they had been burned.

"Professor, this..."

Dumbledore didn't care, "Sit down, we have a lot to discuss."

"We'll talk about it later, Harry."