Clearly, Harry wasn't going to suddenly want to kill the Dursleys.

John looked through the window and saw the old guy flying out of the door.

He was a little gloating, it seemed that the first king of the wizarding world also had Meng Lang's time.

Harry came out, seemingly puzzled as to why this was the case.

"A seventh-level iron armor spell can only catapult people away without Dumbledore noticing."

John groaned as he saw a pair of eyes turn this way.

Expressionless, he pulled the curtain up and tapped his wand against the wall.

Outside probes can't get inside.

Although he could read the letters without a light, John liked to turn on the light to read them.

Most of the letters come from an address with a familiar address on it.

It was Hermione who sent it.

John's eyes were dark, and he sorted out the letter and set it aside.

He unpacked what some other people had sent.

There was a thank you letter from Lucius Malfoy, and even though he knew that this was his son's friend, Lucius still maintained his respect.

The same is true of Narcissa, who sends a thank-you note revealing concern.

Regarding the Malfoys' betrayal of Voldemort, and cursing the Order of the Phoenix for bad things. 33

"Voldemort's revenge?" John moved his fingers, and the drawer opened automatically, and a quill pen popped out.

He wrote a letter to Narcissa confirming her concerns.

The two Dark Lords were nowhere to be found outside, and either one was a huge blow to a family like Malfoy.

Voldemort, in particular, saw the action of the Holy Grail firsthand, and it was inevitable that he would not shift his target to the Holy Grail.

"Spread the word and let some people know that there's something that can live forever at Hogwarts."

John gave the task to Narcissa, the best person he could think of.

Lucius betrayed Voldemort a second time, and his words probably won't be able to win Voldemort's trust.

Narcissa was different, she never showed her face in that Ministry of Magic war.

And she accomplished something for Voldemort, which allowed Voldemort to retain some trust in him.

Trust Narcissa to know what to do.

The letter was sent by Basil.

Pulling out the next one, John saw that it was an invitation.

"The Slug Club?" He stared at the letter.

It was sent by the new Headmaster Slughorn, and it seems that Voldemort's defeat emboldened him.

Even if he expressed concern about Hogwarts before, he only wrote a letter, and there was some prevarication about the headmaster's position.

In his letter, he invited John to join him in his private lessons, but despite being the principal, he still couldn't break some of his habits.

Slughorn is a collector, but he doesn't collect anything precious or valuable, but a genius.

As the most dazzling presence at Hogwarts, John is undoubtedly his most wanted collection.

John looked twice and tucked the invitation into a drawer.

Slughorn was so impatient that he pushed the chips to John's side.

Now it is not John who asks for him, but he asks for John.

Between offense and defense, it may change in just one sentence.

If you open your hole cards too early, you won't get the most bang for your buck.

As John continued to pick up the next letter, he heard a knock on the window.

The curtain opened a gap, and he saw an owl banging on the window with its beak.

After opening, the owl flew in and dropped a letter.

John picked it up, and it was Hermione who wrote it.

Judging by the number of letters, Hermione wrote one every day on average.

He picked up the letter, and the first time he entered nine and three-quarters flashed through his mind.

"I was like a reckless imp at that time." John laughed to himself.

Tidy up the letter and look from the first one.

It's like reading a long paper, with tiny handwriting crammed with parchment.

The theme of apologies is present throughout the text.

"Hermione Granger ......"

John's eyes were distracted as he looked at the reflection of the piles of letters on the table.

He could tell Hermione's apologies and the guilt that had been repeated so many times.

It's one step away, it's just that step.

John closed his eyes.

Once a choice is made, it cannot be taken back.

Picking up the quill, he dipped it in ink, and as he watched the black droplets on the tip of the pen dripping onto the parchment, he finally began to write a sentence.

The ink dries quickly after the pen is put down, so put it away and wait for Basil to come back before sending it over.

John opened the drawer, and inside was a pocket watch with a delicate silver lily.

When Basil returned from delivering the letter, John handed him the pocket watch and the letter.

Basil protested twice and was sent away by a small dried fish.

John finished processing the letters, and Dumbledore picked up Harry.

It's just that Dumbledore came out with a little burnt black on his beard.

...

Harry couldn't figure out why the wood carving turned into a big stuffed dog and came out to bite people, or where the Dursleys got their wizarding chess soldiers.

As soon as Dumbledore entered the interior and summoned the couch for the Dursleys to sit down, he was bitten by a wooden dog sculpture behind him.

Fortunately, in the end, Dumbledore achieved his goal and took Harry away.

Before leaving, though, Dumbledore wanted Harry to accompany him somewhere.

He told Harry to pull out the Cloak of Invisibility, even though Voldemort might be too busy to take care of himself right now.

But you can't afford to lose some of your defense.

Baggage and Hedwig were sent to the Burrow by Dumbledore's spell.

The two men stood at the privet intersection, and Dumbledore asked Harry to hold on to his arm.

After Harry complied, Dumbledore cast his illusion and Harry disappeared at the intersection.

Unlike the portkey, Harry felt like he was being squeezed into a tiny pipe.

After reappearing, he gulped in the cold evening air.

Tears flowed from his eyes, and he felt like he was squeezing out of a rubber pipe.

It took two and a half seconds for him to come to his senses.

He found himself out of Privet Road and in what looked like an abandoned village.

A monument is erected in the middle, and several benches are scattered around.

"Are you alright?" Dumbledore looked down at him with concern and asked, "You need to get used to this feeling. ”

"I'm fine," Harry muttered, rubbing his ears as if they didn't belong to him, "but I seem to prefer to fly on a broomstick." ”

Dumbledore wrapped his traveling cloak around his neck tightly and smiled, "This way." ”

He walked with his steps.

Harry found the place looking very populous, with empty taverns and a few houses.

A church clock told him that it was almost midnight.

"Then tell me, Harry," Dumbledore asked suddenly, "your scar, does it still hurt?" ”

Harry subconsciously touched the scar, it had become very shallow, as if nothing had happened.

"No," Harry said sullenly, "it hasn't hurt since the Ministry of Magic. ”

He looked up at Dumbledore and saw a mixture of relief and pity on his face.

"It seems that John has been honest with you in some things." Dumbledore said, "Voldemort can no longer dictate your thoughts. ”

"Professor, what do you think John is?" Harry asked hesitantly, "He's Johnny's silver hand, and your position ......"

"In his opinion, I really am not a qualified principal." Dumbledore shook his head slightly, "Now it seems that he is right, I am not suitable for that position. ”

They walked around a street corner and passed another phone booth and bus shelter.

Harry didn't understand where they were going.

"This is the charming village of Badley Barberton, Harry." Dumbledore said, "Ah, by the way, I haven't told you yet. ”

Facing Harry's confused eyes, Dumbledore said, "Even though I'm no longer the Headmaster, I still have to do something, and I might know something about visiting an old colleague." ”

"This old friend is a very smart man, and he has dealings with some people in the same way."

Harry still couldn't figure out why he was coming.

"He'll want to see you, Harry."

It was a cold night, and Harry grabbed his cloak and looked at the rows of houses, wondering why he didn't use Apparition.

"Because it's as rude as kicking open someone's door." Dumbledore said, "Courtesy asks us to offer other wizards the opportunity to refuse us, but most wizarding houses have magic to ward off undesirable apparitions. ”

For some reason, Harry remembered Dumbledore's visit to Dursley's house.

Dumbledore insisted on going inside, and was knocked away.

Maybe that's unwelcome guests and rejection.

He shook his head and banished the thought away.

"For example, Hogwarts can't use apparition in the castle or in the grounds," Harry snapped, "Hermione Granger told me. ”

"She's right, we still need to turn left." Dumbledore straightened his beard.

The journey seemed to be long, and they discussed a few more things, such as the Ministry of Magic.

"Barty Crouch is a very powerful person," Dumbledore sighed a little, "he prepared a lot before Voldemort returned, and I couldn't do better than him without letting all this disrupt the order of the wizarding world." ”

"However, some emotions have been exaggerated, and the sales of Defence Against the Dark Arts props purchased by every household have increased significantly."

They discussed and arrived at their destination.

A front door hinge is broken and the door is crooked in the house.

It doesn't look like a good sign.

...

Some people died, but not completely......