"Okay, can we assume that you've invited me into your living room?" Dumbledore said.

There was no answer, but he was clearly good at coping with the situation, and he was already walking towards the living room.

Harry hurriedly jumped down the last few stairs and followed Dumbledore into the living room.

In the living room, Dumbledore sat down in the armchair closest to the fireplace.

He looked at everything in the room with good-natured interest, and it seemed completely out of tune with his surroundings.

"Shall we go now, sir?" asked Harry anxiously.

"Let's go, of course, but there's one thing I need to discuss with your aunt and uncle first. Dumbledore said.

"What?" Uncle Vernon also entered the living room, and Penny stood beside him, "What do you want to tell us?"

"Well, I think Harry's godfather, Sirius Black, must have spoken to you when he visited a little over a month ......ago."

"Don't mention that murderer to me!" yelled Uncle Vernon.

"He's not, he hasn't killed anyone!" argued Harry.

"Shut up, boy, I only trust our own newspapers, not for you to tell me......"

"I'm sorry, but I don't think if everyone was talking in the living room, they wouldn't have used such a high pitch. Dumbledore said gently, and he pulled out his wand so quickly that Harry couldn't even see it, "Besides, we'd better sit down and talk." ”

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia stepped back in unison, looking horrified at the wand in his hand.

Not apparently noticing their expressions, Dumbledore's wand flicked and the couch swooped over, slamming into the Dursleys' knees.

They didn't stand still at once, and they all fell on the couch and rolled in a ball.

With another flick of the wand, the couch swished back to its original place.

"We can also be more comfortable. Dumbledore said happily, his wand not dropping.

"Sir?"

"Alright, Harry, sit down too!" Dumbledore said.

Harry sat down in the other armchair, trying not to look at his aunt and uncle, who seemed to be too frightened to speak, thinking that Dumbledore was a real wizard and no longer looked so angry.

"I thought you were going to let me drink something. Dumbledore said to Uncle Vernon, "Now it seems that this expectation is ridiculously optimistic." ”

With a third flick of the wand, a dirty wine bottle and five glasses appeared in the air.

The bottle automatically turned to its side and filled each cup with a honey-colored liquid, and the cups floated to everyone in the room.

The other cup was gone, and Harry guessed it was for Dudley.

Sure enough, in the next second, Dudley ran down the stairs screaming, clutching his ass.

Upon seeing Dumbledore, he let out a terrifying scream and hid behind his parents.

The big yellow-haired head bogged out of the collar of the striped pajamas, as if it wasn't on his body.

"This must be your son Dudley, right?" said Dumbledore.

"Oh, baby Dada, how are you, is there anything uncomfortable......" Aunt Petty took Dudley in her arms.

"What did you do to him, what did you do to him?" questioned Aunt Vernon.

"Don't get excited, I didn't do anything, I just wanted to treat him to a drink. Dumbledore said, "This is Madame Rosmerta's best oak-ripened mead, but you don't seem to like it." ”

Dumbledore raised his glass to Harry, who grabbed his own glass of wine and took a sip.

He'd never tasted anything like it before, but he liked it very much.

Seeing them drink, the Dursleys looked at each other in a panic and became even more nervous, desperately dodging their cups, which was not easy, as the cups kept hitting their heads to remind them, and Harry couldn't help but wonder if Dumbledore was deliberately playing a prank.

"Aren't you really going to try it? This drink tastes good. Dumbledore said.

"That's enough, what the hell do you want to tell us!" Aunt Vernon plucked up his courage again, fiddling with his hands to keep the cup away from him, "like the wizard who came to visit last time, speak quickly, and leave the house with the boy with him." ”

"You seem to have a deep misunderstanding about wizards, but that's not your fault, some people really don't play a good role. Dumbledore said, "Let's get down to business, you're no doubt aware that Harry will be an adult in another year......"

"No!" Aunt Petunia said that it was the first time she had spoken since Dumbledore's arrival.

"Excuse me, what did you say?" asked Dumbledore politely.

"No, he's not yet an adult, he's a month younger than Dudley, and Dudley won't be eighteen until the year after. ”

"Ah, Muggle algorithms. Dumbledore said kindly, "But in the wizarding world, when you reach the age of seventeen, you reach adulthood." ”

Uncle Vernon muttered "ridiculous", but Dumbledore ignored him.

"As you already know, now that the wizard named Voldemort is back in this country, he and his followers are spreading fear and carrying out attacks all over the world, and the wizarding world is currently in a state of open warfare. ”

The Dursleys did not react to Dumbledore's claims.

It seemed to them that the war between wizards was undoubtedly far away, and they had not heard any clues.

Although there seem to be too many natural disasters of all kinds this year, this has nothing to do with war.

As long as Harry can get out of here, they'll be safe, that's probably what Aunt Vernon has been thinking since last year.

"Well, as you know, Voldemort has tried to kill Harry many times, and Harry is in a more dangerous situation now than he was fifteen years ago when I put him on the steps of your house. At that time I left a letter explaining that his parents had been killed and that I hoped that you would take care of him as if he were your own children. ”

Dumbledore paused, and although his voice was still so relaxed and calm, and his face didn't show the slightest hint of anger, Harry felt a chill emanating from him, and the Dursleys suddenly shivered.

"You didn't do what I said, you never treated Harry as your own son. All he gets in your hands is neglect and regular abuse. Luckily for him, he at least escaped the terrible hurt you did to the hapless boy sitting among you. ”

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon instinctively turned their eyes, as if they thought they would see someone else sitting between them.

"What are you abusing...... we mistreated Dudley," Uncle Vernon said angrily.

But Dumbledore raised a hand to signal silence, and the room fell silent, as if he had suddenly turned Uncle Vernon dumb.