"Good evening, Harry. Dumbledore greeted Harry, who was standing on the stairs.

It was probably this sentence that made Dursley raise his courage, after all, the old man in front of him was not the same as the big man who had come before, and he felt that he had no need to be afraid.

"Listen, this is my home, sir. Dursley said stiffly.

"Oh, yes, of course. Dumbledore nodded, then said to Penny behind Dursley, "I'm Albus Dumbledore, and I don't think you have forgotten it." He nodded politely at Penny.

Louis glanced at Dumbledore, it would be great if sending a roaring letter was also a passing letter.

Harry's cousin, Dudley, was hiding behind the couch, poking his head out of the place. Unfortunately, their sofa didn't cover his father's size.

"How about we assume you've invited us into the living room?" Dumbledore smiled as he walked past Dursley, and Louis followed with a helpless look on his face.

It wasn't known exactly what Dumbledore was trying to do, but it was clear that he had something to tell Harry's two guardians.

Dudley ran to his father's side in fright as Dumbledore passed by the couch, but Dumbledore explained that he hadn't done anything, just sat down in an armchair near the fireplace.

"Aren't we leaving, sir?" Harry looked a little anxious, as if he didn't want Dumbledore to stay here any longer.

But it's no wonder that Harry's aunt and uncle's house is an eternal pain in his heart, and a shadow that he least wants others to know. Dumbledore and Luis arrived together, which made him very alarmed.

"Yes, of course, we'll be going right away. Dumbledore said in a kind voice, "But before we do that, we still have some small issues to discuss. Of course, I would like to talk about it outside the door if I can, as it might cause them unnecessary trouble. So, with their hospitality, we're going to bother your aunt and uncle a little longer. ”

"Are you sure you want to talk to us, are you?" Dursley's voice trembled slightly, but he still pretended he wasn't afraid. Behind him were Petunia and Dudley, who looked at Dumbledore in fear.

"Of course. Dumbledore replied succinctly.

Then he quickly drew his wand and waved, and the couch flew forward, slamming it from behind the Dursleys' knees, and the three of them sat side by side on the couch.

"Let's all relax. Dumbledore said happily, looking in a good mood.

"Is something wrong, sir?" asked Harry, curiously.

He did receive a letter from Dumbledore and knew that he would be back tonight to pick him up and take him to the Weasley house, but he had never heard that Dumbledore was going to have a friendly exchange with his relatives.

"Wait a minute, Harry. Dumbledore said, "You can sit down with Louis first." ”

Harry walked over to Louis, there were already two extra chairs on what should have been an empty floor, and he looked to know that they were much more advanced than the Dursleys.

"Why are you here with Headmaster Dumbledore, Louis?" Harry was confused right now.

It was just a simple matter of Dumbledore coming to pick him up and then he going to the Weasley house. But now not only was there one more Louis, but Dumbledore looked like he had something to talk about with his aunt and uncle.

"Who knows, I was just dragged out by him in the middle of the night. Louis spread his hands helplessly, what could he do?

"I would have assumed you would have served me refreshments," Dumbledore said to Uncle Vernon, "but as things stand, it would be foolish to think like that. ”

Dumbledore waved his wand again, and a dusty bottle and five cups appeared in midair. The bottles tilted themselves and filled each of the five cups with a golden liquid, and they flew next to everyone in the room.

"The finest oak mead from Ms. Rostamer. Dumbledore said to Harry and Louis, who were taking a sip.

"It tastes great, Professor. Luis gave a good review. It wasn't the best mead he'd ever had, but it had a different flavor.

The Dursleys immediately looked at each other in panic, trying to ignore the cups in front of them, but it was difficult because they kept pushing gently against their heads.

"First of all, I have one thing to tell you, Harry. Dumbledore said to Harry, who was drinking, "We found Sirius's will a week ago, and he left everything to you. ”

"Okay....." Harry replied, looking a little absent-minded.

"There's an objective amount of gold coming into your Gringotts account, plus you're going to inherit Sirius' personal fortune, and you're going to have some tricky ........bequests," Dumbledore said very directly.

Dursley, who was on the couch, suddenly became more energetic when he heard the words will, and he tried to push away the wine glass that had been knocking on his head: "His godfather is dead, is he?"

"Oh, yes. Dumbledore replied, then turned his head back to Harry, "We have some troublesome questions, though, and he left 12 Grimmauld Place to you. ”

"He left a house behind?" Dursley's small eyes narrowed, like a shark that smelled blood.

"You can continue to use it as a headquarters, I don't want it. Harry said without hesitation.

He'd been blaming himself for killing Sirius, and he didn't want to go back to that Sirius home.

"That's so generous. Dumbledore said, "Sadly, though, we've moved out completely. ”

"Why?" asked Harry, puzzled.

"You know, Sirius's family is a pure-blood. Dumbledore pondered and said, completely ignoring Dursley, who was beaten by the wine glass, "Their family has stipulated that the house can only be inherited by people with the Black surname, and he made it clear in his will that the house was under some spells and spells to ensure that it would not be overrun by non-purebred wizards. ”

This is a very common practice for pure-blood wizard families, who care a lot about their bloodline. For them, if one day in the future their family's bloodline is not pure, then there is no need for this family to exist.