Chapter 1300 Talk and Abuse

"Well, can we assume that you have invited me into your drawing room?" said Dumbledore.

There was no answer, but he was clearly good at the situation, and he had already made his way to the living room.

Harry jumped down the last few stairs hastily, and followed Dumbledore into the drawing room.

In the living room, Dumbledore sat down in the armchair closest to the fireplace.

He looked at everything in the room with benign interest, looking completely out of place with his surroundings.

"Shall we go now, sir?" Harry asked anxiously.

"Go, of course, but there is one thing I need to discuss with your uncle and aunt first." Dumbledore said.

"What?" Uncle Vernon also entered the living room, and Petunia stood beside him, "What do you want to tell us?"

"Well, I think Sirius Black, Harry's godfather, must have told you when he visited more than a month ago..."

"Don't mention that murderer to me!" Uncle Vernon yelled.

"He wasn't, he didn't kill anyone!" Harry argued loudly.

"Shut up, boy, I only believe our own newspaper, not for you to tell me..."

"Sorry, but I don't think if everyone is talking in the living room, they shouldn't use such a high-pitched voice." Dumbledore said gently, and he pulled out his wand suddenly, so fast that Harry didn't see clearly, "And, we will finally It's good to sit down and talk."

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia stepped back in unison, looking at the wand in his hand in horror.

Seemingly oblivious to their expressions, Dumbledore flicked his wand, and the sofa whizzed past, crashing into the Dursleys' laps.

They couldn't stand still for a while, and they all fell on the sofa and rolled into a ball.

With another flick of the wand, the sofa swished back to its original place.

"We can be more comfortable, too," said Dumbledore cheerfully, his wand not put down.

"gentlemen?"

"Well, Harry, you sit down too!" said Dumbledore.

Harry sat down in the other armchair, trying not to look at his aunt and uncle, they seemed to be too scared to speak, thinking that Dumbledore was a real wizard, and he was no longer as angry as before. look.

"I thought you would let me have something to drink," said Dumbledore to Uncle Vernon. "It now appears that this expectation is ridiculously optimistic."

With a third flick of the wand, a dirty wine bottle and five glasses appeared in the air.

The bottle automatically turned sideways to fill each glass with honey-yellow liquid, and the glasses floated to each person in the room.

The other cup disappeared, and Harry guessed it was for Dudley.

Sure enough, the next second, Dudley ran down the stairs screaming, clutching his ass.

Seeing Dumbledore, he screamed in horror and hid behind his parents.

The large, yellow-haired head dangled from the collar of his striped pajamas, looking as though it hadn't grown on him.

"This must be your son Dudley?" said Dumbledore.

"Oh, baby Dada, how are you? Is there something wrong..." Aunt Pitty held Dudley in her arms.

"What did you do to him, what did you do to him?" demanded Uncle Vernon.

"Don't get excited, I didn't do anything, I just wanted to buy him a drink." Dumbledore said, "This is Lady Rosmerta's best oak-aged mead, but you don't seem to like it .”

Dumbledore raised his glass to Harry as he spoke, and Harry took a sip from his own glass.

He had never tasted anything like this before, but liked it very much.

Seeing them drink it, the Dursleys looked at each other quickly in panic, becoming even more tense as they tried to avoid their cups, which was not easy as they kept banging lightly on their heads Reminding them, Harry couldn't help but wonder if Dumbledore was up to no good.

"Aren't you really going to try it? The drink tastes good," said Dumbledore.

"That's enough, what on earth do you want to tell us!" Uncle Vernon mustered up his courage again, fiddling with his hands to keep the cup away from him, "Like the wizard who came to visit last time, Say it quickly, and then take this kid and leave the house quickly."

"You seem to have a deep misunderstanding of wizards, but it's not your fault. Some people really don't have any good effects." Dumbledore said, "Let's talk about business, you are no doubt aware of it, Harry I'll be an adult in a year..."

"No!" said Aunt Petunia, speaking for the first time since Dumbledore's arrival.

"Excuse me, what did you say?" Dumbledore asked politely.

"No, he's not yet of age, he's a month younger than Dudley, and Dudley won't be eighteen until the year after next."

"Ah, the Muggle algorithm." Dumbledore said kindly, "but in the wizarding world, one becomes an adult at the age of seventeen."

Uncle Vernon muttered "ridiculous," but Dumbledore ignored him.

"As you already know, the wizard named Voldemort has returned to this country. He and his followers are spreading fear and launching various attacks all over the world. The wizarding world is currently in a state of open warfare. .”

The Dursleys had no reaction to Dumbledore's statement.

In their view, the war between wizards is undoubtedly far away from them, and they have not heard any clues.

Although there seem to be too many various natural disasters this year, they have nothing to do with war at all.

As long as Harry could get out of here, they were safe, which was probably what Uncle Vernon had been thinking since last year.

"Well, as you know, Voldemort has tried to kill Harry many times, and Harry is in a much more dangerous position now than when I put him on your steps fifteen years ago. I left a letter explaining that he His parents have been killed and I hope you will take care of him like your own child."

Dumbledore stopped, and although his voice was still so relaxed and calm, and his face showed no trace of anger, Harry felt a chill emanating from him, and the Dursleys suddenly shivered.

"You didn't do what I said, you never thought of Harry as your own son. He got nothing but neglect and constant abuse in your hands. Luckily, at least he escaped your criticism of sitting That horrific injury done by that hapless boy among you."

Both Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon instinctively averted their eyes, as if expecting to see someone other than Dudley huddled between them.

"We abused Dudley? What are you..." said Uncle Vernon angrily.

But Dumbledore held up a hand for silence, and the room fell silent, as if he had made Uncle Vernon dumb all at once.