Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Chapter 266 Privet Drive No. 4

Late at night, Harry sat by the bedroom window, staring blankly at the dim light outside.

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

Behind him, several large suitcases were neatly placed, and the top was a cage, where Hideaway was very quiet.

The rest of the place was a bit messy. There were owl feathers, apple cores, and sugar wrappers scattered on the ground. There were several newspapers mixed with the coat on the bed. One of them had a headline that stood out:

Harry Potter: The Savior? "

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

This issue of the "Daily Prophet" was published a long time ago. It was released shortly after the Battle of the Department of Mysteries. The content on the front page had appeared before, and it was roughly the same. It was nothing more than the one that could not even be named people come back.What really counts as "new" in this issue, and still in the second edition, is the news that Scrimgeour has become the new Minister of Magic.

Other than that, there is nothing new.

Another photo of the front page of the newspaper was different, showing a huge square and a chaotic crowd.Dumbledore's figure was still above, and there was an unknown person standing beside him.But it was mentioned in the article that it was the minister of the Italian Ministry of Magic.

The Notorious and Extremely Dangerous Death Eaters Take on the Vatican

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

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

Harry just doesn't say a lot of things, not that he doesn't know, which is different from Ron.Therefore, even though Hermione behaved normally after the Battle of the Department of Mysteries, Harry knew that Hermione's heart was not as calm as she appeared on the surface.

He had known for a long time that that person's departure had left an irreparable 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, a large part of which was Hermione's reply to him during the summer vacation.The last one was sent two days ago, and from the content point of view, there is no difference from before.

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

If it is convenient for you, I will pick you up at 4 Privet Drive at eleven o'clock this Friday night to take you to the Burrow, where they invite you to spend the rest of your summer holidays.

Also, I have an errand to do on my way to the Burrow, and I would be very glad to have your assistance.

Details will be discussed when we meet.

Please take back the owl and 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 to look at it, and he had already memorized the contents by heart.From the moment he got the news, he started to pack his luggage, but it wasn't until a while ago that he packed almost everything.

After that, he waited quietly by the window.

The night gradually deepened, and the hour hand slowly pointed to eleven.Suddenly, the street lights outside the window suddenly went out, and the whole block was plunged into darkness.

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

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

The lights downstairs came on, but Harry stopped at 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'm sure Harry told you I was coming to fetch him, didn't he?"

Hearing the sound, Harry remembered that he was too excited to get the news and completely forgot to tell Uncle Vernon about it.He hurriedly put the suitcase on the stairs, and quickly went down the stairs himself.

The hurried footsteps attracted 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 kind and easy-going, "However, let's assume that you have already warmly invited me in, and the current situation is turbulent, and it is too late to stay at the door." It's not wise to take too long."

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

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

Vernon was furious, and the veins in his neck were so high that one could not help but fear that it would explode in a second, sending blood everywhere.His face twitched slightly, and he could still hear the sound of gnashing his teeth.

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, and Dudley was holding a small piece of cake with crumbs on his mouth.They all stared at Dumbledore dumbfounded, as if they were frightened.

"Albus Dumbledore." Dumbledore said with a smile, "We passed letters."

"This must be your son Dudley."

He waited a moment, as if waiting for the Dursleys to say something, and smiled at their silence.

"May 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 in twos and asked anxiously, "Shall we go? Now?"

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

"what?"

Uncle Vernon questioned loudly, and walked in angrily. Petunia and Dudley quickly walked around Dumbledore and followed. Dudley's body was still shaking.

"You guys want to discuss things at my house?"

"That's right, that's right." Dumbledore nodded, pulled out his wand abruptly and waved it. The sofa quickly slammed into the three of them, just enough to knock them staggeringly, and sat crookedly on it.Then with another wave, the sofa returned to its original position.

"That way, we can all be 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 moment, Harry saw that Dumbledore's hand was scorched black, as if it had been scorched.

"Professor, this..."

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

"More on that later, Harry."

(End of this chapter)