Vol 2 Chapter 1229: Dumbledore’s visit

Harry returned to the room, reconfirmed his box, and confirmed that there was no omission before he began to wait uneasy.
Time seemed to slow down all the time. He sat by the window in the bedroom, where he could clearly see the two intersections of the Nuwa Road.
He picked up the booklet and tried to get himself to read the above.
But it is very difficult to do. He can't help but raise his head and glance at the outside of the window every few minutes.
It’s almost time to get there, where is Dumbledore, and Harry read the letter again.
Perhaps it was not written by Dumbledore at all, but a joke, a mischief or a trap.
Harry suddenly regretted why he didn't ask Hedwig to write a letter to Evan or Hermione and ask about it.
A week ago, Harry received a letter from Hermione knowing she was currently at Avon's house.
In order not to bother them, he has been resisting not writing, and he does not want them to bother with his affairs.
Hermione must have a lot of things to say to Avon, and Harry is also very willing to see his two friends finally come together.
They have also experienced a lot of things together, and they have not decided until after the Christmas dance of the top three competitions.
Ron didn't seem too optimistic about this. He secretly told Harry that both Avon and Hermione were too smart and would definitely be separated.
Harry didn't want this, but he also felt that two people who were too smart would be very tired together.
Of course, in this kind of thing, Harry is not qualified to say others.
Last year, he and Qiu Zhang made a date on their first date, and two people broke up.
Until now, he is not sure if he still has a feeling for autumn, but if he can be smart at the time
Just as Harry was thinking about it, the minute hand of the alarm clock pointed to twelve, and now it is midnight.
Almost at the same time, the street lights outside the window suddenly disappeared.
The sudden darkness awakened Harry like an alarm. He quickly straightened his glasses, removed the cheeks attached to the glass, and put his nose on the window, squinting at the sidewalk below.
At this moment, a tall figure wearing a long cloak is walking along the garden path.
The doorbell rang, and Harry jumped up like an electric shock, flipping the chair.
"Damn, this wizard named Dumbledore can't make a small noise," said Uncle Vernon's shouting in the living room downstairs. "He wants to let neighbors know that we are secretly receiving a wizard."
When Harry opened the door and walked out of the bedroom, he heard a low and gentle voice saying, "Good evening, presumably you are Mr. Dursley. I believe that Harry must have told you that I am coming to pick him up, right?"

"Yeah, that kid told me that just a few hours ago, it was too hasty!" Vernon said, "You should inform us a few days ago, so that we can be prepared, not... ..."
Harry rushed down the stairs in two steps, slamming his footsteps when there were several levels off the floor.
At the door stood a tall, tall man with silvery hair and a beard hanging down to the waist.
His eagle hook had a pair of half-moon glasses on his nose, wearing a black travel cloak and a pointed hat.
Vernon Dursley’s beard is almost as thick as Dumbledore, but it is black.
He was wearing a very formal suit, which was specially prepared, and looked particularly stupid. His small eyes were staring at the people.
"I am really sorry, I think there must be some misunderstandings in this. I am sure I will inform Harry about the arrival of me four days ago." Dumbledore said kindly and kindly, "But it doesn't matter, you It seems that I am prepared, we can assume that you have invited me to your door. It is unwise to stay in the door for too long.
He quickly crossed the threshold and closed the door behind him.
"Since I have been here last time, it has been a long time." Dumbledore's gaze looked at Uncle Vernon from the nose of the eagle, and turned to the potted plant behind him. "You must admit, your baizilian It is very lush and it is carefully taken care of."
Vernon Dursley didn't say anything, and seemed unsure of what to say, but Harry believed that he would soon slow down to speak.
Something in Dumbledore seems to make him breathless, perhaps the dazzling wizarding temperament that Dumbledore reveals, perhaps just because even Vernon’s uncle can feel that he is hard to This man is arrogant in front of him.
"Ah, good evening, Harry!" Dumbledore looked at Harry from behind the half-moon glasses and had a very satisfied expression on his face. "It’s great to see you, great."
This sentence seems to awaken Uncle Vernon, he snorted heavily.
Obviously for him, anyone who can look at Harry saying "too good", he will never be able to reach a consensus with that person.
"Well, I am not deliberately rude about your visit tonight..." He said that every syllable in the words was rude.
"However, we still often encounter unexpected rudeness." Dumbledore took his words seriously. "It is better not to say anything, dear buddy, shouldn't you invite me to the living room?" Ah, this is definitely Penny."
The kitchen door opened, and Harry's aunt stood there, dressed very formal.
Ai Wen knows that this is her best dress. He saw aunt show off to his neighbor's wife last year.
Although Dumbledore was not welcome, she went to the kitchen to prepare some refreshments.
But now, seeing a living wizard appear in front of her, her long horse face is still full of horror.
"Albus Dumbledore." Dumbledore noticed that no one had introduced him, and he said, "Of course, we passed the letter."
Harry felt that in this way, she reminded that Penny Dumbledore had sent her a screaming letter, which was a bit funny, but Aunt Petunia did not object to this statement. She obviously remembered the letter. new.
With a bang, Harry’s door to the arrival of the force was severely closed.
Usually at this time, he will stay in the living room to eat sweets before going to bed, watching the boring evening show on TV.
Harry had a little bit to forget what TV is like. He was never invited to watch it, and this kind of thing obviously does not exist in the magic world. Only Mr. Weasley’s special hobby will be interested in TV. .
But he couldn't figure out how the TV works, and he repeatedly asked Harry how the Muggles put people in small boxes.
The topic turned back to the current embarrassing situation, Dudley apparently got the warning, let him not hide in his room. ,
In the face of Dumbledore, the reaction of the Dursleys was embarrassing.
For a time, silence shrouded the house.