Harry sighed, carefully searching the chest for other fragments.

The shards of glass, stuck to the bottom of the chest, like glittering grains of coarse sand, touched it, Harry suddenly felt a pang of irritability, and he impatiently turned the whole box around, and got all the contents out.

Then, he stared blankly at the empty boxes and the debris on the ground for a long time, and collapsed weakly on the bed.

Pack it up tomorrow, they won't come to pick them up so early.

In a vague moment, Harry thought a lot.

Like the dreams he'd been having lately, thinking of Sirius, Dumbledore, and Snape.

Ever since he saw the interview about Rita Skeeter in the newspaper last week, his mind had been a mess, and the words in Rita's article echoed in his head: an entire chapter detailing the relationship between Potter and Dumbledore, which could be described as unhealthy and even evil. He himself dabbled in the dark arts when he was younger, and I found sources that most journalists were willing to trade their wands for......

"Lies!" Harry yelled, his voice echoing through the empty house, Rita Skeeter's slander against Dumbledore was infuriating, but Harry had to admit that he seemed, seemed, really didn't know much about Dumbledore's past, and he had to admit that he knew almost nothing about Dumbledore.

He had never imagined Dumbledore's childhood and youth, and it seemed that Dumbledore had suddenly become the person Harry knew him to be.

It's weird to think of Dumbledore as a teenager, like imagining a slow-headed Hermione, or a friendly snail.

In the past, Harry had never thought to ask Dumbledore about his past.

Of course, it would have been a bit awkward and even presumptuous, but it was a well-known fact that Dumbledore had participated in the legendary duel with Grindelwald, and it didn't occur to Harry to ask Dumbledore about the scene or his other famous achievements.

No, nothing!

They were always talking about Harry, Harry's past, Harry's future, Harry's plans, and now Harry felt that while his future was indeed dangerous and uncertain, his lost opportunity could never be recovered.

He didn't ask Dumbledore anything more about himself, and the only personal question he asked the Headmaster was the only one he suspected Dumbledore hadn't answered honestly.

"What did you see when you looked in the magic mirror?"

"I—I saw myself holding a pair of thick woolen socks. ”

Harry pondered for a few minutes, then put the pillow over his face.

This time, he seemed to be asleep, but it didn't last long, as the sound of the front door slamming shut reached upstairs, and a man shouted, "Hey!

Harry had been called like this for sixteen years, and he knew who his uncle was calling, but he didn't answer immediately.

It wasn't until his uncle yelled, "Boy!" that Harry slowly stood up and walked towards the bedroom door.

"What are you rubbing?" said Vernon Dursley, who saw Harry appear at the top of the stairs, "Come down, I have something to say!"

Harry put his hands in the pockets of his jeans and slowly walked down the stairs.

He went to the living room and found the Dursleys family of three.

They were dressed up for the long house: Uncle Vernon was wearing a light tawny zip-up jacket, Aunt Petunia was wearing a simple light orange top, and Harry's big, yellow-haired, muscular cousin Dudley was wearing a leather jacket.

"Is there something wrong?" asked Harry.

"Sit down!" said Uncle Vernon, Harry raising an eyebrow.

"Please!" Uncle Vernon said quickly, frowning as if the word had pierced his throat.

Harry sat down, and he seemed to guess what was going on.

Uncle began pacing around the room, and Aunt Petunia and Dudley followed him with their eyes, looking worried. Finally, Uncle Vernon stopped in front of Harry, his big purple face crumpled, and he spoke.

"I changed my mind. He said.

"It's amazing. Harry said.

"Don't ...... like that," Aunt Petunia screamed, and Uncle Vernon waved her to shut up.

"It's all deception!" Uncle Vernon stared at Harry with a pair of piggy eyes, "I decided not to believe a word. We're not going, we're not going anywhere. ”

Harry looked up at his uncle, annoyed and amused.

For the past four weeks, Vernon Dursley has had to change his mind every twenty-four hours.

Every time you change your mind, you have to toss around, put your luggage in the car, move it out of the car, and get it back in the car.

Harry thought it was the endearing thing about Uncle Vernon trying to put his luggage back in the trunk of the car, but he didn't know that Dudley had put dumbbells in his luggage this time, and he fell to the ground, angry and in pain, and yelled.

"According to you and your godfather!" Vernon Dursley said, pacing up the living room again, "We, Penny, Dudley, and I, are all in danger, danger from ......."

"Some of us are in the group, yes. Harry said.

"Hmph, I don't believe it. Uncle Vernon said again, pausing in front of Harry again, "I didn't sleep in the middle of the night last night, and I was thinking about this, it must be a conspiracy to take over the house. ”

"House?" Harry asked, "what house?"

"This house!" Uncle Vernon screamed, the veins in his forehead began to beat suddenly, "our house! The house prices in this neighborhood have gone up so much! You want to take us away and play some tricks, and before we can understand it, the name on the deed will be yours, aha, it must be so, you and your godfather who doesn't have a job must be watching our house, I can see it all......"

Harry was slightly stunned for a second, but instead of being angry, he felt that his uncle-in-law was simply too stupid, hopelessly stupid.

If desired, the gold in Sirius' vault could buy dozens of such houses, not counting the Black family's property.

They let them leave, it was actually for this dilapidated house, how could it be!

"Are you confused?" Harry asked, sighing, "plotting to take over this house, are you really as stupid as you look?"

"How dare you!" screamed Aunt Penny.

Vernon waved her shut up again, as if some insult to her appearance was nothing compared to the danger he had seen.

"As far as I know, my godfather already has a house, the ancestral home of their family, and probably more than one, and I will live with him in the future. Harry said patiently, "So, what do I want this house for? for all the pleasant things that have happened here for the last sixteen years?"