Vol 2 Chapter 1101:

Harry Potter snores loudly.
For the past four hours, he spent most of his time sitting on a chair against the bedroom window, watching the darker and darker street outside the window, but finally he couldn’t help falling asleep with his face on the windowpane, his mouth open. The glasses were also tilted to one side.
His breath condensed on the windowpane, and gleamed under the orange light outside. This artificial light concealed the color of his face and looked like a draped The unkempt black ghost. Various objects and garbage were piled up scattered in the room.
Owl feathers, apple cores, and sugar paper were littered on the floor, and the robe was arbitrarily spread out on the bed. There were also a few spell books interspersed with it. The muddy light on the table was shining on a few scattered newspapers. One of them reads with a bold headline: Harry Potter: Really?
Rumors about the recent mysterious turmoil in the Ministry of Magic are still flying in the sky. In this turmoil, people once again saw the demon who couldn't even mention the name.
"We are forbidden to talk about this, don't ask me any questions," an excited memory canceller said when he left the Ministry of Magic last night, who refused to give his name. However, through well-informed sources in the ministry, we can confirm that the turmoil was born in the legendary hall of prophecy. Although the spokesperson of the Ministry of Magic still refuses to admit that such a place exists, more and more members of the public are beginning to believe that the Death Eaters who are being tried in Azkaban for illegal invasion and attempted theft are preparing To steal the prophecy ball.
Although we don't know what kind of prophecy it was, it is still generally speculated that the prophecy is related to Harry Potter, the only person known to have escaped the death curse, who happened to appear in the Ministry that night.
Some people now call Harry Potter the "True Son", and they believe he is the only one who can get rid of the demon who can't even mention the name. But the current prophecy ball, if it really exists, is still unknown.
There is another newspaper next to it. The headline read: Scrimgeour succeeded Fudge. A large part of the front page was occupied by a black and white photo of a man with a lion-like head and scars on his face. This picture is movable-the man is waving to the ceiling.
Rufus Scrimgeour, the former head of the Office of Law Enforcement Auror, has succeeded Cornelius Fudge as Minister of Magic. This appointment is very popular in wizarding society, but within a few hours of his inauguration, there was a discord between Albus Dumbledore and him, who had just regained the position of Wissengarmosi. The rumors surfaced.
Scrimgeour’s spokesperson admitted that he had a meeting with Dumbledore immediately after taking office, but declined to comment on the topics they discussed. Albus Dumbledore is on the left side of this picture and there is a folded newspaper on which you can see a report called.
The newly appointed Minister of Magic Rufus Scrimgeour said today that they will take strong measures to ensure that students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry can safely return to school this fall.
"For well-known reasons, the Ministry of Magic will not release the details of this rigorous security plan," the minister said, but we have confirmed through people familiar with the matter that these measures include some defensive spells, a complex set of cracking spells and a special The task force responsible for student safety at Hogwarts is entirely composed of Aurors.
But Harry already knew about this. In fact, Hermione had told him this information, and of course, there were other things he expected.
Harry snores in his sleep and his face slides down an inch or so from the glass, which makes the glasses even more tilted to one side, and he still does not wake up.
An alarm clock fixed by Harry a few years ago was ticking on the window sill, and it was almost a minute away.
Harry, who was sleeping next to him, held a piece of parchment in his hand, and it was covered with slender, slightly slanted words.
Since Harry received this letter three days ago, he has read it many times. Although the letter was tightly tied into a cylinder when it was delivered, the letter has now been wiped flat and is lying there quietly.
Dear Harry: If it is convenient for you, I will visit No. 4 Privender Road this Friday evening to pick you up to the Burrow, and you will be invited to spend the rest of your holiday there.
If you find it appropriate, I will be very happy if you can help me do something on the way to the Burrow. I will explain this in more detail after I see you.
Yours most sincerely, Albus Dumbledore!
Although he could already memorize the letter, he still peeked at the letter every few minutes from 7 o’clock in the evening. He sat leaning against the bedroom window, through which he could simultaneously Seeing the two ends of Privet Drive ~EbookFREE.me~ he knew it was meaningless to stare at Dumbledore's letters repeatedly; he had already sent owls to send his "good", as he was asked, All you can do now is to wait: whether Dumbledore will come or not. But Harry hadn't packed his things yet. It only takes two weeks with the Dursleys to escape, and it all seems so wonderful that it doesn't seem to be true. It's hard for him to get rid of the feeling that there will be a mistake—his letter to Dumbledore may have been lost by the owl; Dumbledore may not be able to pick him up; or maybe the letter was not written by Dumbledore at all Yes, it was just a scam or a joke, even a trap.
Harry couldn't bear the loss of packing up and having to open them all again. So the only preparation he made for this possible trip was to secure his snow-white owl Hedwig in a cage.
As soon as the minute hand of the alarm clock reached 2, the lights on the street outside the window went out. The sudden darkness awakened Harry like an alarm clock. He hurriedly straightened his glasses, pressed his nose to the window glass that was still close to his cheek, and stared diagonally at the sidewalk.
A slender figure dragged a long, rolled cloak towards the path in the garden. Next to him there was a figure with a cloak, but Harry didn’t recognize who it was, but that’s not a problem. He knew who came, so he didn't lie to himself?
Harry suddenly thought of something, and then Harry jumped up like an electric shock and knocked over the chair. He began to grab all the things he could reach, one by one, and threw them into the suitcase.
Just as he threw the robe, two spell books, and a bag of potato chips from one end of the room to the other, the doorbell rang.
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