Late at night, Harry sat in front of his bedroom window, staring blankly at the dim light outside.

He had been in this position for a long time, and the arm supporting his head was a little numb, but he ignored it, and his excitement made him ignore this small discomfort. What's more, for him who has already learned a lot of magic, this discomfort is nothing.

Behind him, several large suitcases were neatly placed, and at the top was a cage, in which Hedaway was very quiet.

Elsewhere, it was a bit of a mess, with owl feathers, apple cores, and candy wrappers strewn on the floor, and several newspapers mixed with coats on the bed, one of which had a prominent headline:

Harry Potter: Savior? 》

One of his photographs was placed very large, and Dumbledore and Sirius could be faintly seen behind him.

This issue of the Daily Prophet was a long time ago, published shortly after the Battle of the Department of Mysteries, and the content on the front page had appeared before, and it was about the same as the return of the man whose name he couldn't even mention. This issue is really "new", and in the second edition, it is the news that Scrimgeour has become the new Minister of Magic.

Other than that, there's nothing new.

Another photo on the front page of the newspaper was different, with a huge square and a chaotic crowd. Dumbledore's figure was still on it, and next to him stood an unknown man. But it is mentioned in the article that it was the Minister of the Italian Ministry of Magic.

The infamous and extremely dangerous Death Eaters storm the Vatican

This issue is from the other day, about the horrific things that the classmate he once trusted did during this time.

Harry looked at it closely, but didn't pay much attention to it, but was worried about Hermione's state. He knew very well that Hermione must have read this article as well.

There were a lot of things that Harry just didn't say, not that he didn't know, which was different from Ron. So, even though Hermione behaved normally after the Battle of the Department of Mysteries, Harry knew that Hermione's heart was not as calm as she seemed on the surface.

He had known a long time ago that the man's departure had left Hermione with an incurable scar on her heart. And this scar was torn open again that night at the Ministry of Magic.

There was a thick stack of letters on the table in front of him, most of which Hermione had replied to him during the summer vacation. The last one was sent two days ago, and in terms of content, it was no different from the previous one.

Harry's heart was still worried, but at this moment, there was another thing that took over his whole heart: Dumbledore would take him to the Burrow today!

"Dear Harry,

If it is convenient for you, I will pick you up at 4 Privet Road at eleven o'clock this Friday night and take you to the Burrow, where they invite you to spend the rest of your summer holidays.

Also, I have one thing to do on my way to the Burrow, and I would be glad to have your help.

Details will be discussed at the time of meeting.

Please bring back this owl back to the trust, and see you on Friday.

You are faithful

Albus Dumbledore"

The letter had been delivered to Harry three days earlier, and he had often taken it out and read it from that day on, and the contents of it had long been memorized. From the moment he got the news, he started packing, but it wasn't until not long ago that he was about the same.

After that, I waited quietly in front of the window.

As the night deepened, the hour hand slowly pointed to eleven. Suddenly, the street lights outside the window went out, and the entire neighborhood was plunged into darkness.

Harry straightened his glasses and peered out of the window to see a tall figure in a long cloak walking down the garden path. Seeing this, he jumped to his feet, stuffed the letter on the table and the newspaper on the bed into the compartment on the outside of the suitcase, picked up his coat in his hand, grabbed Hedway's cage in one hand, and pushed the suitcase out with the other.

As soon as I opened the door, I heard Aunt Vernon's voice coming from the living room downstairs: "What the hell! Who's calling the door so late? ”

The lights came on downstairs, but Harry stopped at the top of the stairs. At this moment, Dumbledore's voice came from downstairs, very low, but it made Harry feel extremely safe.

"Good evening, you must be Mr. Dursley, I'm sure Harry must have told you I'm coming to pick him up, didn't you?"

Hearing this, Harry remembered that he was so excited to get the news that he had completely forgotten to tell Aunt Vernon about it. He quickly put his suitcase at the top of the stairs, and he quickly descended the stairs.

The footsteps were hurried, attracting the attention of the two men in the living room. They both looked in the direction of the stairs, Uncle Vernon's face full of rage, and Dumbledore blinked secretly.

"Looks like Harry didn't tell you I'm coming." Dumbledore said softly, very kind and easy-going, "However, let's assume that you have warmly invited me in, and it would be unwise to stay at the door for too long as the situation is turbulent. ”

Dumbledore walked in as he spoke, closing the door with his hand. As if curious about everything, he looked around the living room.

"I didn't come in the last time I came, and that was a long time ago." Dumbledore pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, then waved to Harry on the stairs, "Good evening, Harry." ”

Vernon was so angry that the green veins on his neck swelled high, and people couldn't help but worry that it would explode in the next second, and the blood would collapse everywhere. His face twitched slightly, and he could hear the clattering of his teeth.

Before he could say anything, the kitchen door opened, and Aunt Petunia and Dudley appeared in the doorway. Petunia was still wearing an apron and gloves on her hands, while Dudley was holding a small piece of cake with crumbs in her mouth. They all looked at Dumbledore dumbfounded, as if they were stupefied.

"Albus Dumbledore." Dumbledore smiled and said, "We pass the letter." ”

"This must be your son Dudley."

He waited for a moment, as if waiting for the Dursleys to have something to say, and couldn't help but smile when he saw them silent.

"Can we assume that you've invited me into your living room?"

Dumbledore walked into the living room, and Aunt Vernon was still standing still. Harry couldn't wait, he jumped down the stairs and asked anxiously, "Shall we go?" Right now? ”

"Let's go, of course, but there are a few things to discuss first." Dumbledore said, "For some well-known reason, we're afraid we'll have to disturb your aunt and brother-in-law for a while. ”

"What?"

Uncle Vernon questioned loudly and walked in angrily, Petunia and Dudley hurriedly bypassed Dumbledore and followed, Dudley's body even trembling.

"You're going to discuss things in my house?"

"That's right, that's right." Dumbledore nodded, and with a wave of his wand, the couch slammed into the trio, just enough to knock them staggered and sit on them. Then with another wave, the couch returned to its original position.

"That way, we'll all be more comfortable."

Dumbledore put away his wand and smiled, and Shi Shiran sat down on the sofa across from them, beckoning Harry to come over.

At this moment, Harry saw that Dumbledore's hands were charred and blackened, as if they had been scorched.

"Professor, this ......"

Dumbledore didn't care, "Sit down, we have a lot to discuss." ”

"Later, Harry."