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Dumbledore summoned himself a chair as if he was fine, but Duten didn't sit down, he walked to the window with his arms crossed, and was opening the curtains to look outside. Harry was the only one who sat or stood, and in the end he had no choice but to go to the dining room and bring a chair.

Placing the chair beside Dumbledore, and just as he was about to sit down, he caught a glimpse of Dumbledore's bare blackened hands, wrinkled, as if his flesh had been burned as if his flesh had been burned as if he had been burned when he put his wand back in his pocket.

"Professor, how do you ...... your hands?"

"Later, Harry," Dumbledore said, "please sit down. ”

Harry sat down in his armchair and decided not to look at the stunned Dursleys.

"I thought you'd prepare some snacks for me," Dumbledore said to Vernon, "but as it stands, my optimistic idea is a little silly. ”

He waved his wand again, and a dirty bottle and six glasses appeared in midair. The bottle tilted over and poured a large amount of honey-colored liquid into each glass, and the cup flew into the hands of everyone in the room.

"Miss Rosmerta's finest mead made in oak barrels," Dumbledore raised his glass to Harry, sipping his own.

Harry had never tasted anything like it, but he loved it very much.

The Dursleys looked at each other quickly, in panic, trying to completely ignore the cup in front of them, but it was difficult because the cup kept dangling gracefully in their heads.

Du Ten stood by the window, wine glass in hand, and didn't look at the rest of the room.

Harry withdrew his gaze and looked at Dumbledore, unable to suppress the suspicion that Dumbledore was enjoying himself.

"So, Harry," Dumbledore turned to him, "there's a problem for us, and I hope you can help us out." We mean the Order of the Phoenix. But first I'll tell you that Sirius discovered some clues about Voldemort a week ago, and now he's been tracking them down, but before he left, he left a will, in which he left you everything he had. ”

Uncle Vernon, who was sitting on the couch, turned his head, but Harry didn't look at him and couldn't think of anything to say, so he had to say, "Oh. All right. ”

"To get straight to the point, this mainly means," Dumbledore continued. "A considerable amount of gold has flowed into your Gringotts account, and you have inherited all of Sirius's personal possessions. But there's still a legacy of trouble—"

"His godfather is dead?" Uncle Vernon asked aloud from the couch. Both Dumbledore and Harry turned to look at him. The cup of mead was now pounding more eagerly next to his head, and he tried to push it away. "He's dead? His godfather? ”

"No, he's not dead, it's just that this mission is very dangerous, and he's ready to die," Dumbledore said.

"But our problem," he continued to Harry as if he hadn't been interrupted at all, "Sirius has left 12 Grimmauld Place to you, too. ”

"He left a house?" Vernon asked greedily, his little eyes narrowing, but no one answered him.

"You can continue to use it as a command headquarters," Harry said. "I don't care. You guys can take it, I really don't want it. I just want to know why such a dangerous task as tracking down Voldemort was given to him, you know, professor, we just met again, and we would have even ...... if it weren't for Duten's help in the Ministry of Magic before the holidays."

If he could, Harry would rather not have 12 Grimmauld Place.

He just wanted to know why such a dangerous mission was Sirius and no one else.

"But if it's an Auror, shouldn't it be better at this kind of work? Sirius he ......"

"He asked for it," Dumbledore said. "As you know, it was he who changed the target of the Loyalty Charm to Peter Pettigrew. While we all say that Lily and Jaime died not through his fault, Harry, you see, as your godfather, as Lily and James' best friend, he has always felt a sense of guilt in his heart. It's not just for you, but also for your father and mother, so when the Order of the Phoenix needed someone to track down Voldemort, he volunteered to apply for the mission......"

"And you didn't refuse."

"That's right," Dumbledore said. "It's his redemption for himself, I can refuse him, but I can't stop him from doing it privately. This time, he is not the only one who performs the task, and everyone can play a greater role by cooperating with each other. It's better to have companions than to go alone, Harry, it's his long-cherished wish, and I have no position to refuse or stop him. ”

Harry was silent, although he couldn't understand Sirius's struggles and entanglements, but as Dumbledore said, it was Sirius's own choice, and there was no reason for anyone to stop him.

"Okay, I, I get ......"

Harry had nothing to say but nodded in approval.

"Then let's pick up where we left off, Harry, you've been really generous with what you thought earlier," Dumbledore said. "However, we have moved out of that house for the time being."

"Why?"

"Well," Dumbledore ignored Uncle Vernon's muttering, the obsessive glass pounding violently on his head, "House Black's house rules stipulate that this house is only passed down to men with the surname Black. After the death of his younger brother Regulus, he became the last heir, and neither of them had children. Although he made it clear in his will that he wanted you to inherit the house. However, it is likely that the house was cast with some spells and magic to ensure that it was not possessed by non-purebred wizards. ”

Harry's mind vividly conjured up the portrait of Sirius's mother, who loved to scream on the wall of 12 Grimmauld Place.

"I bet there must be," he said.

"Couldn't agree more," Dumbledore said. "If such magic exists, it is likely that ownership of the house will pass to Sirius' oldest relative, his cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange." Harry subconsciously jumped to his feet, the binoculars and sneakers on his lap rolling to the ground. Bellatrix Lestrange, the murderer who nearly killed Sirius, inherits his house?

"No," he said.

"yes, obviously we don't want her to get it either," Dumbledore said calmly. "The situation is fraught with complexity. We don't know if the spells we cast, such as making it undrawable, will still work after the house no longer belongs to Sirius. Maybe Bellatrix will be in front of the door at any time. Naturally, we had to move out before we figured it out. ”

"How do you know I can own this house?"

"Luckily," Dumbledore replied, "a simple test can be done. ”

He placed his empty cup on the coffee table next to his chair, and Uncle Vernon cried out, "Can you take these damn things off our heads?" ”

Harry looked around the room, and the three members of the Dursleys were all holding their heads in their hands and shrunk into a ball as the cups slammed into their heads, spilling liquid all over the place.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Dumbledore said politely, raising his wand again. All three cups are gone. "But it would be more polite to drink them, you know." Uncle Vernon looked like he was about to be overwhelmed by the disapproving rebuttal, but he didn't say anything, just huddled back on the couch cushion like Aunt Petunia and Dudley, two little pig-eyes staring at Dumbledore's wand.

"Look," Dumbledore said to Harry, "if you do inherit this house, you will—" He waved his wand for the fifth time. With a loud "crackling" sound, a house-elf appeared. He had a pig's nose, huge ears like bat wings, and large, bloodshot eyes, and curled up on the Dursleys' furry carpet in tattered strips of cloth.

Aunt Petunia let out a creepy scream: never in her memory had anything so filthy appeared in the living room; Dudley sat and lifted his bare pink feet, almost above his head, as if he was afraid that the thing would get into his trousers. Uncle Vernon roared, "What the hell is this?" ”

"Kreacher," Dumbledore added.

"Kreacher don't, Kreacher don't, Kreacher don't!" The house-elf screamed hoarsely, almost catching up with Uncle Vernon's voice, stomping his feet and pulling at his ears. "Kreacher belongs to Miss Bellatrix, oh yes, Kreacher belongs to the Black family, Kreacher wants his new mistress, Kreacher doesn't want the milky Potter kid, Kreacher doesn't, don't, don't-"

"As you can see, Harry," Dumbledore shouted over Kreacher's "Don't, don't, don't," "Kreacher has shown clear resistance to your possession of him. ”

"I don't care," Harry said again, looking at the writhing and stomping house-elves with a look of disgust. "I don't want it." "Don't, don't, don't, don't-"

"Will you give him to Bellatrix? Remember that he lived at the Order of the Phoenix headquarters for a year last year. ”

"Don't, don't, don't, don't-" Harry stared at Dumbledore.

He knew he couldn't let Kreacher live with Bellatrix Lestrange, but the thought of owning it and being responsible for the betrayal of Sirius made him sick.

"Give it an order," Dumbledore said. "If it's really yours, you have to obey. If not, then we have to find some other way to prevent it from following its legal mistress. ”

"Don't, don't, don't, don't!" Kreacher's voice turned into a scream. Harry couldn't think of anything else but to say, "Kreacher, shut up!" ”

For a moment, Kreacher looked like he was going to suffocate.

He gripped his throat, his mouth still moving wildly, his eyes bulging. Then he took a few frenzied breaths, and then lay down on the carpet, pounding the floor with his hands and feet, violently but silently.

"Well, that's going to be much easier," Dumbledore said excitedly. "Looks like Sirius knows what he's doing. You already have legal ownership of 12 Grimmauld Place and Kreacher. ”

"I—do I have to take him with me?" Harry asked, horrified, Kreacher beating himself at his feet.

"If you don't want to, don't use it," Dumbledore said. "I suggest you send it to work in the Hogwarts kitchen. That way, the other house-elves will be able to keep an eye on it. ”

"Yes," Harry breathed a sigh of relief, "yes, that's it." Uh-Kreacher, I want you to go to the Hogwarts kitchen and work with the other house-elves. ”

Kreacher was lying on all fours, and he glanced at Harry in disgust, and then disappeared with another loud thud.

"Very well," Dumbledore said. "And then there's the Hippogriff, Buckbeak. Hagrid had been looking after Sirius since he left, but now Buckbeak is yours, so if you want to reschedule—"

"No," Harry said immediately, "it can stay with Hagrid. I think Buckbeak would have liked it more. ”

"Hagrid will be pleased," Dumbledore said with a smile. He trembled with excitement when he saw it again. Incidentally, we've decided to call it Weatherwin for the sake of Buckbeak's safety, though I doubt the Ministry of Magic will recognize it as having been sentenced to death by them. Alright, Harry, have you packed your boxes? ”

"Uh......"

"Are you afraid I won't come?" Dumbledore asked shrewdly.

"I'll go over and clean up," Harry scrambled to pick up his binoculars and sneakers that had fallen to the ground.

It took him more than ten hours to find everything he needed; Finally he pulled the cloak out from under the bed, screwed the lid on his bottle of color-changing ink, and slammed the crucible into the box. Then, with a box in one hand and Hedwig's cage in the other, he returned downstairs.

He was somewhat disappointed to find that Dumbledore was not waiting in the foyer, which meant that he had to go back to the living room.

Everyone was silent. Dumbledore hummed a calm ditty, which was pleasant, but the atmosphere was more solemn than cold custard.

"Professor, I'm ready."

Harry said with his head down, not daring to look at the Dursleys.

"Very well," Dumbledore said. "Well, there's only one last thing left." He turned to the Dursleys again. "You know no doubt that in a year Harry will be an adult—"

"No," Aunt Petunia said for the first time since Dumbledore's arrival.

"Excuse me?" Dumbledore asked politely.

"No, he's a month younger than Dudley, and Dudley won't be eighteen until two years later."

"Ah," said Dumbledore pleasantly, "but in the wizarding world, seventeen is an adult. ”

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

"Now, as you all know, the wizard named Voldemort has returned to this country. The wizarding world has been at war lately. Voldemort tried to kill Harry several times, and his situation was far more dangerous than when I left him at your door fifteen years ago, when I left a letter explaining the death of his parents, hoping that you would take care of him as if he were your own son. Dumbledore paused, and although his voice remained relaxed and calm, and there were no obvious signs of anger, Harry felt a chill emanate from his body, and noticed that the Dursleys had leaned together slightly.