Vol 2 Chapter 1102:

"Who is it, in the middle of the night?"
Uncle Vernon Dursley yelled, apparently dissatisfied with the visitor in the middle of the night, he walked down from the living room upstairs. Harry was stunned, holding a brass telescope in one hand and a pair of sneakers in the other. He completely forgot to tell the Dursleys that Dumbledore might be coming at night.
This made Harry panicked and funny. He stepped over the suitcase and unscrewed the door. He just heard a deep voice saying, "Good evening, you must be Mr. Dursley. I guess Harry has told you about me. Are you going to come and pick him up?"
Harry rushed downstairs in three steps and two steps, but when there were a few steps left, he braked sharply. Long experience told him that he should stay in his uncle's as much as possible whenever possible. Beyond the reach of the hand.
At the door stood a tall and thin man, his long silver beard and head had been dragged to his waist. Half-moon glasses are framed on the towering bridge of his nose, and he is wearing a black travel cloak and a pointed wizard hat.
And the other person also surprised Harry incomparably. Under the black cloak, an incomparably white face was revealed, and the aqua-blue eyes seemed to have waves flowing.
Harry was so familiar with this face, not to mention Hogwarts, just to say that Harry was rescued from the sea of ​​suffering countless times at the Dursleys.
"Hello, Mr. Dursley, I think you will not blame us for the sudden visit, do you." Fanlin said, smiling at Dursley.
Vernon Dursley's beard was about as thick as Dumbledore, but black. He was wearing a dark brown nightgown and staring at the visitor with his small eyes, as if he couldn't believe it.
"Judging from your shocked and skeptical look, Harry must have not told you of my visit," Dumbledore said cheerfully. "But let us assume that you will enthusiastically invite me to your house. In this turbulent situation, it is not wise to stay at the door for a long time."
Dumbledore walked in dashingly, Fanlin followed closely, and then closed the door of course. He was very familiar with this kind of thing. Why would you expect Vernon to welcome them in?
There are still some possibilities to bring Mr. Al here.
"The last time I met was a long time ago," Dumbledore stared at Uncle Vernon from his towering nose. "I must say that your purple Clivia looks really good."
Vernon Dursley didn’t say anything, but Harry believed he was about to burst, and it didn’t take a while—the blood vessels on his uncle’s temple were bulging to the limit—but Dumbledore seemed to have taken it somehow. Vernon's breath. Maybe it was because of his ostentatious wizard costume. But it could also be because even Uncle Vernon felt that Dumbledore was a difficult person to intimidate.
"Ah, good evening, Harry," Dumbledore looked at him through his half-moon glasses with a satisfied expression. "Great, great." These words seemed to awaken Vernon Dursley. As far as he knew, anyone who praised Harry for being "excellent" would not be the same as Vernon.
"I don't want to be rough--" he began to say word by word in a threatening tone.
"However, it is indeed worrisome that poor, accidental rudeness is born so often," Dumbledore said solemnly. "But it's better not to say anything, dear friend. Ah, this must be Petunia."
The kitchen door opened, and Harry's aunt stood over there. She was wearing a pair of rubber gloves and a casual dress over her pajamas. She usually wipes the kitchen again before going to bed, obviously she is busy. There was nothing but shock on her long horse face.
"Albus Dumbledore," Dumbledore said before Vernon introduced him. "Of course, we have passed the letter. And this one... I think it doesn't take me too much introduction, does it?"
Harry thought it was weird to remind Aunt Petunia that he had sent her an explosive letter in this way, but Aunt Petunia did not object.
"Hello, Mrs. Dursley." Fanlin nodded, "It's nice to meet you."
"Ah……"
"This must be your son Dudley?"
Dudley was peeping at them through the door of the living room at that time. His golden big head protruded from the striped collar of his pajamas. It looked weird as if he had been separated from his body. His mouth was open because of surprise and fear. big.
Dumbledore waited, obviously wanting to see if the Dursleys had anything to say, and after a while, he smiled.
"Can we come in 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 leaning against the stove and sat down, looking around with a kind, interested expression on his face. He seemed out of step with the tension here.
"We... shall we go?" Harry asked anxiously.
"Yes, we do have to go. But before that we have a few more issues to discuss," Dumbledore said. "And I tend not to talk about these things outside. We have to disturb your aunt and uncle for a while."
"Fanlin, how are you..."
"I drop by, you know, you can use this reason to go there, and I think Dudley should really want to see me."
"He wants to die as much as you want!" Harry smiled openly, and Harry naturally welcomed the arrival of Dumbledore and Fanlin, extremely welcome.
The two looked unscrupulously at Dudley's curled and trembling body. In fact, it wasn't Dudley's fault. If Vernon could accept a little bit, Dudley wouldn't be afraid of it.
"Did you really decide to do this?" Vernon walked into the room, Petunia leaning on his shoulders, and Dudley hiding behind them.
"Yes," Dumbledore said simply, "that's it." He drew out his wand unnoticeably; with a light shake, Sha Fei came over and hit the Dursleys in the knee, making them All slumped on the sand. He shuddered again, and Sha flew back again.
"This way everyone will be more comfortable," Dumbledore said happily.
"Please sit down." Harry sat down in the remaining armchair and decided not to look at the Dursleys who were dumbfounded.
"I thought you would prepare some snacks for me," Dumbledore said to Vernon, "but as it stands, my optimistic thinking is a bit stupid." So he waved his wand again, a dirty one. Xixi bottles and five glasses appeared in mid-air. The bottle tilted over and poured a large amount of honey-colored liquid into each glass, and then the glass flew into the hands of everyone in the room.
"Ms. Rosemerta's best mead brewed in oak barrels," Dumbledore raised his glass to Harry, who was sipping his glass. Harry had never tasted anything like this, but he still liked it very much. The Dursleys looked at each other quickly and in panic, trying to turn a blind eye to the cup in front of them, but it was difficult because the cup was swaying gracefully in their heads.
Harry couldn't help guessing that Dumbledore was enjoying himself. Looking at Fanlin's expression, it was obvious that this was Dumbledore's little way to entertain himself.
Well, it's interesting, maybe wait until he reaches adulthood...
"But, Harry, are you sure about your appearance..." Fanlin said suddenly. He looked at the sneakers and binoculars in Harry's hand, and Fanlin knew his friend very well.
"Are you afraid we won't come?" Dumbledore asked sharply.
"I'll go over—uh—finished," Harry hurried to pick up his binoculars and sneakers that had fallen on the ground. It took him more than ten minutes to find all the things he needed; at last he pulled the invisibility cloak from under the bed, screwed his bottle of color-changing ink on the lid, and closed the cauldron in the box vigorously. Then, holding the box in one hand and Hedwig's cage in the other, he returned to the downstairs.
He was a little 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 was humming a small tune calmly, and it seemed pleasant, but the atmosphere here was more solemn than cold custard.
Harry said, "Professor—I'm ready." He didn't dare to look at the Dursleys at a glance.
"Very good," Dumbledore said. "Then, there is only one last thing left." He turned around again and said to the Dursleys. "You undoubtedly know that Harry will be an adult in a year—"
"No," Aunt Petunia said for the first time after Dumbledore arrived.
"Sorry?" Dumbledore asked politely.
"No, he is not. He is one month younger than Dudley, and Dudley will have to wait two years before he turns eighteen."
"Ah," Dumbledore said happily, "but in the wizarding world, seventeen is considered an adult."
Uncle Vernon mumbled "absurd," but Dumbledore ignored him.
"Now, as you all know, the wizard named Voldemort has returned to this country. The wizarding world is in a state of war recently. Voldemort tried to kill Harry several times, and he is in a better situation than I put him in your house 15 years ago. It’s much more dangerous at the door. At that time, I left a letter explaining his parents’ death, and 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 radiating from him, and noticed that the Dursleys had gathered slightly. "You didn't do what I said. You never treated him as a son. In your hands, he gets nothing but neglect and destruction. It can be said that the luckiest thing is that he at least escaped The kind of damage you two did to the hapless boy sitting among you." Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon instinctively looked around, preferring to see someone else rather than Dudley squeezing them between them.
"Did we—have abused Dudley? You mean—?" Uncle Vernon said frantically. But Dumbledore made a quiet gesture, and Uncle Vernon calmed down as if bored. "The magic I performed fifteen years ago was that as long as Harry can call this place home, he will be protected. No matter how miserable, how unpopular, or how badly he feels here, you Finally, he reluctantly gave him a room to live in. The magic would cease as soon as Harry turned seventeen; in other words, when he grew up. I only ask: Before his seventeenth birthday, You let him live in this house again so that the protection will last until then."
None of the Dursleys said anything. Dudley frowned slightly, as if still thinking about when he was abused; Uncle Vernon looked as if something was choking in his throat; and Aunt Petunia blushed strangely.
Fanlin looked at the Muggles in this room. If anyone could understand a wizard, Penny was obviously one, but sometimes she didn't seem too smart.
But what answer Vernon got here, obviously this is not a realistic thing. In fact, Fanlin doesn't need any answer from the Dursley family, after all, this is something that has already been decided.
"Well, Harry, Fanlin... I think we should go." Dumbledore said at last, and he stood up and straightened his black cloak. "See you next time."
He said to the Dursley family that they seemed to wish that the moment would never come, he took off his hat and greeted him, and then walked away.
"Goodbye," Harry hurriedly bid farewell to the Dursleys and followed Dumbledore~EbookFREE.me~ He was waiting next to Harry's suitcase with Hedwig's cage on it.
"We can't be dragged down by these things," he drew his wand again. "I'll send them to the Burrow first. However, I want you to bring your invisibility cloak... just in case." Harry laboriously drew the invisibility cloak from his box, trying not to let Deng Bu Lido saw the mess inside. He stuffed it into the inner pocket of his jacket, so Dumbledore waved his wand, and the box, cage, and Hedwig disappeared. He waved his magic wand again, and the front door opened into the chilly, misty night.
"Now, Harry, let us go into the night and continue our strange and seductive adventure."
Although in the past few days, as long as Harry was awake, he would expect Dumbledore to actually come and pick him up, but when they really came out of Privet Drive, he instinctively felt a little uncomfortable. .
Outside Hogwarts, Harry and his principal had never spoken anything in the strict sense; they were always separated by the office table.
The scene of the last meeting last year often broke into his memories, which greatly increased Harry’s embarrassment; he yelled so badly at the time, let alone smashed some of Dumbledore’s most treasured wantonly the property of.
However, Dumbledore looked very relaxed.
"Take your wand and stay alert, Harry," he said alertly.
"But I think I'm not allowed to use magic outside the school, professor?"
"If someone attacks you," Dumbledore said, "I allow you to use any anti-evil curse and cracking curse you can think of. But I don't think you need to worry about being attacked tonight."
"Why, professor?"
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