Chapter 1229 Dumbledore's Visit

??Harry returned to the room, rechecked his box, and after confirming that there was nothing missing, he began to wait anxiously.

Time seemed to slow down suddenly. He sat by the bedroom window, where he could clearly see the two intersections of Privet Drive.

He picked up the pamphlet and tried to force himself to read it.

But it was hard to do, and every few minutes he couldn't help but glance up and out the window.

It was nearly time, and where was Dumbledore, Harry read the letter again.

Perhaps, it wasn't written by Dumbledore at all, but a joke, a prank, or a trap.

Harry suddenly regretted, why didn't Hedwig write a letter to Ivan or Hermione to ask about this matter.

A week ago, Harry received a letter from Hermione, knowing that she was currently at Ivan's house.

In order not to disturb the two of them, he has been refraining from writing letters, and he doesn't want them to worry about his affairs.

Hermione must have a lot of things to say to Ivan, and Harry is also very willing to see his two friends finally get together.

They've been through a lot together, and it wasn't until after the Yule Ball that year of the Triwizard Tournament that their relationship was finalized.

Ron didn't seem too optimistic about this. He secretly told Harry that Ivan and Hermione were too smart and would definitely separate in the end.

Harry didn't want that, but he also thought it would be tiring for two too smart people to be together.

Of course, Harry is in no position to speak out against others in this matter.

Last year, something happened when he and Qiu Zhang dated for the first time, and the two broke up unhappy.

To this day, he's not sure if he still has feelings for Cho, but if he'd been smarter then...

Just as Harry was thinking wildly, the minute hand of the alarm clock pointed to twelve, and it was eleven o'clock at midnight.

Almost at the same time, the street lights outside the window suddenly went out.

The sudden darkness woke Harry up like an alarm, and he quickly straightened his glasses, moved his cheek against the glass, and pressed his nose to the window, squinting at the sidewalk below.

At this very moment a tall figure in a long cloak was coming down the garden path.

The doorbell rang, and Harry jumped to his feet as if shocked, flipping his chair over.

"Damn it, can't this wizard named Dumbledore keep his voice down," Uncle Vernon shouted from the living room downstairs, "does he want the neighbors to know that we are secretly hosting a wizard?"

Just as Harry opened the door and walked out of the bedroom, he heard a low, gentle voice say, "Good evening, you must be Mr. Dursley, I'm sure Harry told you I was coming to fetch him, didn't he? "

"Yeah, that kid told me, just a few hours ago, it was too much of a rush!" said Uncle Vernon, "You should have given us a few days' notice so we could be prepared instead of... ..."

Harry rushed down the stairs two steps at a time, stopping suddenly a few steps from the bottom.

Standing at the door was a tall, thin man with silver-white hair and beard hanging down to his waist.

He wore half-moon spectacles on his hooked nose, and wore a black traveling cloak and peaked hat.

Vernon Dursley's beard was almost as bushy as Dumbledore's, but it was black.

He was wearing a very formal suit, which was specially prepared, and he looked very silly. His small eyes were staring blankly at the visitor.

"I'm really sorry. I think there must be some misunderstanding. I made sure that I informed Harry about my arrival four days ago." Dumbledore said kindly and easily, "But it doesn't matter, you As if prepared, we may assume that you have invited me into your house. It is unwise to linger at the door for any length of time in these uncertain times."

He stepped nimbly across the threshold and closed the door behind him.

"It's been a long time since I've been here." Dumbledore looked from his hooked nose at Uncle Vernon, and then on to the potted plant behind him, "I must admit, your agapanthus It's in bloom and it's been lovingly cared for."

Vernon Dursley said nothing, seemed unsure of what to say, but Harry was sure he'd catch up to speak soon.

Something about Dumbledore seemed to take his breath away for a moment, maybe it was Dumbledore's striking wizardry, maybe it was just that even Uncle Vernon could sense that he was having a hard time being around Show off your power in front of this man.

"Ah, good evening, Harry!" Dumbledore looked at Harry through the lenses of his half-moon glasses, with a very satisfied expression on his face, "It's great to see you, great."

This sentence seemed to wake Uncle Vernon, and he snorted heavily.

It was obvious to him that he would never be able to agree with anyone who could look at Harry and say "Great."

"Well, I didn't mean to be rude about your visit tonight..." he said, every syllable in his words was rude.

"However, we still often encounter accidental faux pas." Dumbledore took him seriously, "It's best not to say anything, my dear fellow, shouldn't you kindly invite me into the drawing room? Ah, this must be Penny."

The kitchen door opened, and there stood Harry's aunt, also very formally dressed.

Alvin knew it was her best dress, he had seen his aunt showing it off to the neighbor's wife last year.

Although Dumbledore was not welcome, she went to the kitchen to prepare some refreshments.

But now, seeing a living wizard appear in front of her, her long horse face is still full of horror.

"Albus Dumbledore," said Dumbledore, noticing that no one had introduced him, "of course we were by letter."

Harry thought it was a little funny to remind Petunia that Dumbledore had sent her a Howler letter in this way, but Aunt Petunia didn't dispute the idea, she obviously still remembered the letter. new.

With a bang, Harry heard Dudley's door slam shut,

Usually at this time, he would stay in the living room eating sweets before going to bed and watching boring evening shows on TV.

Harry was on the verge of forgetting what television was like, he had never been invited to watch it together, and this kind of thing obviously didn't exist in the wizarding world, only people with special hobbies like Mr. Weasley would be interested in TV .

But he couldn't figure out how the TV worked, and repeatedly asked Harry how Muggles put people in small boxes.

Turning back to the somewhat embarrassing situation, Dudley had apparently been warned not to hide in his room. ,

Facing Dumbledore, the Dursleys reacted embarrassingly.

For a moment, silence fell over the house.