Harry returned to his room, rechecked his box, and after making sure nothing was missing, began to wait anxiously.

Time seemed to slow down all of a sudden, and he sat by the bedroom window, where he could clearly see the two junctions of Privet Road.

He picked up the booklet and tried to read it.

But it was hard to do, and every few minutes he couldn't help but glance up the window.

It was almost time, where was Dumbledore, and Harry read the letter again.

Perhaps, it was not written by Dumbledore at all, but rather a joke, prank, or trap.

Harry suddenly regretted why he hadn't asked Hedwig to write a letter to Evan or Hermione asking about it.

A week earlier, Harry had received a letter from Hermione, knowing that she was currently at Aven's house.

In order not to disturb the two of them, he had endured not writing letters, and he didn't want them to bother about his affairs.

Hermione must have a lot to say to Aven, and Harry would love to see his two friends finally come together.

They also went through a lot together, and it wasn't until the Triwizard Tournament that they finally decided on their relationship after the Christmas Ball.

Ron doesn't seem too optimistic about this, and he secretly tells Harry that both Evan and Hermione are too smart and will definitely separate in the end.

Harry didn't want that, but he also felt that two too smart people would be tired together.

Of course, Harry is not qualified to speak of anyone else in this kind of matter.

Last year, he and Qiu Zhang had a situation on their first date, and the two broke up unhappily.

Until now, he wasn't sure if he still had feelings for Qiu, but if he could have been smarter at the time......

While Harry was thinking, the minute hand of the alarm clock pointed to twelve, and it was eleven o'clock in the morning.

Almost at the same time, the street lights outside the window suddenly went out.

The sudden darkness woke Harry like an alarm clock, and he straightened his glasses, removed his cheeks from the glass, and pressed his nose against the window, squinting at the sidewalk below.

At this moment, a tall figure in a long cloak was walking down the garden path.

The doorbell rang, and Harry jumped to his feet as if he had been electrocuted, overturning his chair.

"Damn, can't this wizard named Dumbledore be quiet," Uncle Vernon shouted from the living room downstairs, "does he want the neighbors to know that we're sneaking in on a wizard?" ”

As Harry opened the door and walked out of the bedroom, he heard a low, gentle voice say, "Good evening, you must be Mr. Dursley, I'm sure Harry must have told you I'm coming to pick him up, didn't I?"

"Yes, that kid told me just a few hours ago, it was too much of a rush!" said Aunt Vernon, "you should have informed us a few days in advance, so that we could be prepared, not ......."

Harry sprinted down the stairs one step at a time, stopping sharply when he was still a few steps from the bottom.

In the doorway stood a tall, thin man with silver-white hair and beard that hung down to his waist.

He wears a pair of half-moon-shaped glasses on his hooked nose, a black traveling cloak, and a pointed hat.

Vernon Dursley's beard was almost as thick as Dumbledore's, but black.

He was wearing a very formal suit, which was specially prepared, and he looked very silly, and his little eyes were staring blankly at the visitor.

"I'm sorry indeed, I think there must have been some misunderstanding, I'm sure I informed Harry about my arrival four days ago. Dumbledore said kindly and casually, "It doesn't matter though, you seem to be prepared, and we can assume that you have invited me into your door." In turbulent times, it would be unwise to linger at the door for too long. ”

He quickly stepped over the threshold and closed the door behind him.

"It's been a long time since I was last here. Dumbledore's gaze looked at Uncle Vernon from his hooked nose and then to the potted plant behind him, "I must admit that your lily blooms luxuriantly and is well cared for. ”

Vernon Dursley was silent, seemingly unsure of what to say, but Harry was confident that he would soon be able to slow himself down.

Something about Dumbledore seemed to take his breath away for a moment, perhaps because of Dumbledore's striking wizarding temperament, or maybe it was simply because even Uncle Vernon could sense that it was difficult for him to show off his might in front of this man.

"Ah, good evening, Harry!" Dumbledore looked at Harry from behind the half-moon lenses with a very satisfied expression on his face, "It's so nice to see you, it's so good." ”

The words seemed to wake up Uncle Vernon, and he snorted heavily.

Obviously, for him, anyone who could look at Harry and say "great", he would never be able to come to a consensus with that person.

"Well, I didn't mean to be rude about your visit tonight......" he said, with every syllable of his words being rude.

"However, we still often have unexpected faux pas. Dumbledore took him sternly, "It's best not to say anything, dear fellow, shouldn't you have graciously invited me into the drawing-room?" ”

The kitchen door opened, and Harry's aunt was standing, dressed formally.

Evan knew it was her best dress, and he had seen his aunt show it off to the neighbor's wife last year.

Although Dumbledore was not welcome, she went to the kitchen to prepare some refreshments.

But now, when she saw a living wizard appear in front of her, her long horse's face was still full of horror.

"Albus Dumbledore. Noticing that no one had introduced him, Dumbledore said, "Of course, we did it by letter. ”

Harry thought it was a bit amusing to remind Penny Dumbledore that he had sent her a roaring letter, but Aunt Penny didn't disagree with it, and she clearly remembered the letter vividly.

With a thud, Harry heard Dudley's door slammed shut.

Usually at this time, he would stay in the living room to eat a bedtime sweets and watch a boring evening show on TV.

Harry had almost forgotten what television was like, he had never been invited to watch it together, and that was obviously non-existent in the wizarding world, only someone with a special hobby like Mr. Weasley would be interested in television.

But he couldn't figure out how the TV worked, and repeatedly asked Harry how Muggles fit people into small boxes.

Turning back to his current somewhat awkward situation, Dudley had apparently been warned not to hide in his room. ，

In the face of Dumbledore, the Dursleys' reaction was embarrassing.

For a moment, silence enveloped the house. [.]