"Oh, yes," Skeeter said, nodding his head with interest, "I've devoted an entire chapter to the relationship between Dumbledore and Potter. The kind of relationship that is called unhealthy or even a little evil. I feel like if I say it again, your readers will have to buy my book if they want to understand the whole story. But what I said no doubt meant that Dumbledore had developed an unusual interest in Potter. Was that what interested him in the boy the most...... Yes, you'll learn about it in my book. There was no doubt that Harry had a troubled adolescence. ”

(It is known that Dumbledore may have had some illicit relationship with his good friend Grindelwald, and now Harry...... ）

Of course, I asked her if she was still in contact with Harry Potter, who had made a name for herself last year with an interview about Potter who was sure the mysterious man was back.

"Oh, that's good. We're more connected," Skeeter said, "and poor Potter had few real friends, and we met on the days when he faced the most critical challenges of his life...... That's the Triwizard Tournament. I'm probably the only person who actually knows Harry Potter now, so to speak. ”

I cleverly channeled the conversation to the many rumors surrounding Dumbledore's final moments. Does Skeeter believe that Potter was there when Dumbledore died?

"Oh, I don't want to say too much, it's all in my book. However, many witnesses at Hogwarts Castle have seen Potter fall from Dumbledore...... Or jumped, pushed down, and then ran out of the scene. Potter later testified against Severus Snape, a notorious man who was jealous of him. Is it really what it is? It's up to everyone to decide...... Once they've read my book. ”

After completing all the seductive records, I left. No one would doubt that Skeeter is an excellent salesman. When the time comes, many of Dumbledore's admirers will tremble at what their heroes have revealed.

Harry read the entire article with a fit of rage, still staring blankly at the newspaper. It felt like he was about to vomit, and a strong disgust and anger ignited in him, and he crumpled the newspaper and threw it out, slamming it into the corner, and went with the garbage that was already full of trash.

Harry began to stride blindly up and down the room, opening the empty drawers, picking up the books and putting them back in the stack...... Barely aware of what he was doing, the sprawl of Rita's article echoed in his head: an entire chapter was devoted to the relationship between Dumbledore and Potter...... Unhealthy, or even a little evil relationship...... He dabbled in the dark arts as a young man...... I got a source that most journalists would exchange with a magic wand......

"Lie!" Harry yelled, and through the window, he saw his neighbor pause slightly, then restart the lawnmower, looking up nervously.

Harry sat heavily on the bed. The broken mirror was dangling not far from him, and he picked it up and tossed it in his hand, thinking about Dumbledore and Rita's lies that had slandered him...... Harry was stunned by a flash of bright blue light, his fingers sliding over the jagged edges again.

He saw it...... He had to do something.

He looked behind him, and the walls were the sickly pink that Aunt Petunia had chose: nothing blue here could be reflected in the mirror. He stared at the mirror shard again, but this time he saw nothing, except his own glowing green eyes looking at him.

It was just a fantasy, and there was no other explanation, and it was because he had been thinking about his late headmaster. If anything's certain, it's that Albus Dumbledore's wise blue eyes will never look deeply at him again.

Harry knew that all too well.

Dumbledore was forever one with Hogwarts, lying peacefully on the islands of the Black Lagoon, with merfolk guarding his sleep.

Every time he thought of this, Harry couldn't help but start reminiscing, nostalgic for those days when Dumbledore was still there.

The banging of the front door reached the upper floor, and a voice roared, "Hey, boy!"

However, after sixteen years of being called back and forth, Harry certainly didn't respond immediately, as his Uncle Dursley always did, and since it became clear that he couldn't use magic outside of school, his behavior began to gradually become presumptuous.

However, he didn't dare to push Harry too hard.

If you persecute a wizard, you may want to make trouble.

Harry was still looking at the narrow broken lens, and for a moment, he thought he had seen Dumbledore's eyes, but in a trance, Harry felt that it didn't look like it, like Dumbledore, and like ......

It wasn't until Uncle Vernon yelled "Boy!" that Harry slowly got out of bed and walked towards the bedroom door, putting the broken lenses in the duffel bag he was about to take with him.

"Don't grind!" called Vernon Dursley, as he shouted at Harry on the stairs, "Come down, I have something to say." ”

Harry slipped his hands in his pockets and walked slowly down the stairs. He looked around the living room and saw that the Dursleys were all three. They were dressed as if they were about to go out: Aunt Vernon was wearing an old and tattered jacket, and Dudley was ...... Harry's big, blonde, muscular cousin wore a leather jacket.

"What's wrong?" asked Harry.

"Sit down!" said Aunt Vernon.

Harry raised an eyebrow, "Please!" Uncle Vernon added, winceding slightly, as if the word was hard to say.

Harry sat down, feeling like he already knew what was going to happen. His uncle-in-law began to pace back and forth, and Aunt Petunia and Dudley both looked at him expectantly.

Finally, Uncle Vernon tightened his big purple face, stopped in front of Harry, and said, "I've changed my mind." ”

"What a surprise. Harry said sarcastically.

"You ...... in that tone," said Aunt Petunia in that snarky voice, but Aunt Vernon waved her back.

"Those are all empty words," said Aunt Vernon, staring at Harry with his little pig-like eyes, "and I'm not going to believe a word." We're just going here, not going anywhere. ”

Harry looked at his brother-in-law and felt angry and amused. For the past four weeks, Aunt Vernon has had to change her mind every 24 hours, putting her luggage in the car, taking it out and putting it back in, repeating it every time she changed her mind.

Harry's favorite time was when Uncle Vernon didn't know that Dudley had put dumbbells in the box the last time he was packing, so he lifted the box to put it in the trunk of the car, only to be - he screamed and cursed in pain and fell on his head.

"It's all because of you," said Aunt Vernon, as she began pacing the living room again, "and we...... Penny, Dudley, and I...... got into danger because those ...... Those ......"

"'Our kind of people,' huh?" said Harry.

"I don't believe it," Aunt Vernon repeated, pausing in front of Harry again, "I thought about it for most of the night last night, and I was convinced that it was a conspiracy to get the house. ”

"House?" Harry repeated, as if he had heard some funny joke, "what house?"

"This is the house!" exclaimed Aunt Vernon, the veins on his forehead throbbing and his face flushed, "our house......!

"And then?" said Harry, holding back his anger.

"Then you can get us out, and then you can inherit our ......"

"Are you crazy?" asked Harry, "to get this house, you have a head? Are you really as stupid as you look, like a fat pig with a head full of donuts?"

"How dare you ......!" Aunt Petunia screamed, but Vernon stopped her again, his expression looking fearless.

"I think, lest you forget," said Harry, "my parents have left me a whole coffer, and besides, my godfather has left me a house. Why do I want you? Is it for the good memories of this place?"

There was silence in the room. Harry felt that he had suppressed his brother-in-law in this debate.

"You claim," said Aunt Vernon, pacing again, "what the devil is coming here?"

"Voldemort," Harry said impatiently, "we've discussed it a hundred times. That's not what I claim, it's true. Last year Dumbledore told you, and Kingsley and Mr. Weasley told you, that when he came here, you were like a stain on your shoes, which you could easily wipe off, but I think he might just rub it here, on the floor here. ”

Uncle Vernon shrugged his shoulders angrily, Harry guessed that his uncle must have been trying to get rid of the memories of the uninvited guests, and the visit of two adult wizards, Kingsley Shacklell and Arthur Weasley, in the days after Harry's summer vacation, was a very unpleasant surprise for the Dursleys.

Harry had to admit that Mr. Weasley had destroyed half of the Dursley's living room, and that his visit would not have made Aunt Vernon happy again.

"Kingsley and Mr. Weasley have made it clear," Harry pointed coldly, "once I turn seventeen, the magic that protects me will be gone, which means you will be exposed just like me." The Order of the Phoenix is sure that Voldemort will target you, that he will torture you to try to find me, or that he thinks that if you are taken hostage, I will save you. ”

Uncle Vernon and Harry met their eyes, and Harry was sure they were thinking the same thing at that moment.

Uncle Vernon continued to pace, and Harry then said patiently, "You have to hide, the Phoenix Society will help you and give you the best protection. ”

Uncle Vernon didn't say a word, just walked around. The sun had already set under the fence of Privet Road, and the next-door neighbor's lawnmower had stopped again.

"Don't you have a Ministry of Magic?" said Aunt Vernon suddenly.

"That's right," Harry was a little surprised by what Uncle Vernon knew about the wizarding world.

"So, why didn't they come to protect us? In my opinion, as innocent victims, we have no sin except to harbor a guy who is being watched, and we have the right to be protected by the government!"

Harry couldn't help himself, and he laughed out loud. It was a typical Uncle Vernon, even though he despised and was suspicious of the world, he still pinned his hopes on an organization, just as Aunt Vernon believed that some disputes could be resolved by the police.

"Mr. Weasley and Kingsley have already told you," Harry repeated, "that we think the Ministry of Magic has been corrupted by their men. ”

Uncle Vernon strode back to the fireplace, gasping so hard that his big black beard rippled, and he still wrinkled his purple face.

"Alright," he said, pausing in front of Harry once more, "well, let's take their protection for the sake of this argument, but I still don't understand why we can't let that Kingsley kid protect us." ”

Harry struggled to control the urge to roll his eyes, but it was very difficult, and the issue was discussed several times.

"I told you," he said through gritted teeth, "Kingsley wants to protect the hemp ...... I mean, your Prime Minister. ”

"Obviously, he's the best!" said Uncle Vernon, pointing to the blank TV screen. The Dursleys had seen Kingsley accompany the Muggle Prime Minister to the hospital on the news.

Kingsley's complete knack for dressing like a Muggle, combined with his reassuringly slow, deep voice, made the Dursleys look at Kingsley differently, even though they had never seen Kingsley wear earrings.

"He's already got a job," Harry said, "but Hesga Jones and Dedalo Dego are better suited for the job." ”

"If we had looked at their resumes...... Harry had lost his patience as Uncle Vernon spoke, he walked up to his uncle, stared at the TV alone, and said, "Those accidents that look like accidents are not accidents...... All the crashes, explosions, train derailments, and everything that happened since we last watched the news was not. People disappear and die behind the scenes...... Voldemort. I've told you time and time again that he kills without blinking. Even those fogs...... It's all caused by Dementors, and if you don't remember what they are, ask your son!"

Dali suddenly covered his mouth with his hands, and under the gaze of his parents and Harry, he slowly lowered his hand and asked, "Do they have... More?"

"More?" Harry laughed, "more than the two who attacked us, do you want to ask this? Of course! There are hundreds, maybe thousands, of them now, living on fear and despair......

"Alright, well, don't be intimidating," Aunt Vernon murmured, "you've made it clear." ”

"I hope so," said Harry, "because once I turn seventeen, all that stuff ...... Death Eaters, Dementors, and perhaps the Underworld, the Dark Wizard's possession, could find you and attack you. If you remember the last time you tried to get rid of the wizard, I think you'd agree to accept help. ”

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