Chapter 274 Hiding the Friendship Book

After the end-of-term dinner, Hogwarts is completely on holiday.

Wade and the others also saw their test results.

This time, Wade got first place in all subjects.

In fact, Hermione also did well in the exam, but in the practical exam, Wade showed a level far beyond his peers, and the professors unanimously gave him extra points.

The next morning was the day to take the Hogwarts Express home.

The students packed their luggage, and the house elves would deliver the boxes to the train. Everyone went downstairs to have breakfast on time as usual.

Several people from the SSC were still sitting at the Hufflepuff table.

"I really envy you, Harry." Padma poked at the cake on the plate and said with a grimace, "You can go home just by turning the corner after you get off the carriage. We still have to take the train all day. ”

"I envy you too." Harry said with a smile, "I think it's fun to sit in the box with everyone."

He warmly invited everyone to visit his home again during the holidays and promised that no help would be needed this time.

Everyone declined.

During the long summer vacation, almost everyone has plans to travel and vacation.

Harry watched their discussion pitifully, looking envious.

"Don't worry, I'm sure Remus and Sirius will take you out too."

Vader comforted him and said: "For wizards, distance is not a problem at all, and the cost of going abroad is not big."

When Harry heard this, he was both looking forward to it and a little nervous.

While he was talking, a gray owl brought Harry a note. He opened it and looked at it, and was stunned.

"Who gave you the letter?" Hermione asked.

"Dumbledore." Harry stood up with the note: "He wants to see me for something."

The boy walked along the passage between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, passed behind many students who were eating, and then passed through a small door.

Wade watched him leave, vaguely guessing something.

…

In a small room with many portraits, Dumbledore was sitting on a bench. His lake blue robe had many rings, triangles and six-pointed star patterns on it.

Harry knocked on the open door and walked in.

"Professor Dumbledore?"

"Oh, Harry, there you are."

Dumbledore motioned for him to sit down. Behind his half-moon glasses, his blue eyes looked at him kindly.

So gentle that it's almost compassionate.

Harry averted his gaze, instinctively feeling uncomfortable with the gaze, as if something bad was about to happen.

"Professor, what do you want from me?" Harry asked.

"I noticed something, Harry."

Dumbledore said: "The house elf told me that you left a note on the suitcase, asking them not to put your suitcase on the train, but to leave it on the platform?"

"Yes." Harry said blankly, "I don't have to take the train. You know...Sirius's home is in Hogsmeade."

After half a year, Harry finally got used to the fact that he had a godfather, and knew that Sirius was his legal guardian compared to Remus.

"Yes I know."

Dumbledore crossed his fingers and said softly: "But I have to tell you, Harry - you have to go back to the Dursleys."

"What?!"

Harry stood up immediately and shouted uncontrollably at the principal: "Why?! I hate them, and they hate me! And...and Sirius is my godfather! He is willing to take me in!"

"Yes, so I also talked to Sirius and Remus." Dumbledore said, "They were against it like you at first, but in the end they agreed with me."

Harry was stunned, and his hands and feet began to become cold. After a long time, he asked softly: "...Why?"

"This has something to do with the magic left by your mother." Dumbledore said: "I think you still remember - what I said to you last year in the school hospital when you asked me why Quirrell couldn't touch you? "

"Yes." Harry remembered the scene at that time and murmured: "You said... my mother's strong love left me an amulet... it was hidden in my skin... so Voldemort encountered I feel unbearable pain only when I..."

"Yes, your mother used a very ancient magic to protect you when you were one year old, and also protected you when you were eleven years old, but the continuation of this magic is conditional."

Dumbledore said: "Lily's magic remains in the blood, and blood links you and Petunia Dursley. You need to return to her place to live for a period of time every year so that the magic barrier can always exist."

Harry stared blankly into Dumbledore's eyes, his heart aching for them.

He couldn't tell whether the pain was because of his mother's sacrifice or because he was returning to the place he thought he had escaped.

…

When Harry returned to the auditorium in despair, everyone was already preparing to set off.

Seeing his lost look, Ron, who was talking to his roommates, felt uneasy and ran over to hug Harry's shoulders.

"Hey bro, what's wrong with you?"

he said, looking at the others suspiciously.

"I'm going back to the Dursleys' house..." Harry's face showed despair visible to the naked eye: "At least a month..."

"What?" Ron was even more shocked than him: "Are Sirius and Remus too busy to pick you up?"

"No...it has nothing to do with that...it's because..."

Harry looked at the many students around him and held back the rest of his words.

"You are the one who can stick the fangs into the eye sockets of the basilisk!" Michael asked puzzledly: "What can your Muggle relatives do to you?"

"No magic is allowed during the holidays." Ron explained.

"But..." Michael puzzled: "When he killed the basilisk, he didn't use magic!"

"But I can't stick the knife into Uncle Vernon's eyes, can I?"

Harry said helplessly. His mood had sunk to the bottom, and at this moment he was almost amused by Michael's words.

"Tell them what you did this year, they will definitely be proud of you, right?" Hermione said optimistically: "It will just ease the relationship between you."

Harry shook his head: "They will only think I am threatening them and get furious. If they hear that the snake venom didn't kill me, they will definitely be even angrier..."

"Don't worry, remember why they gave in before?"

Wade also gave him advice: "It is illegal for Dursley to treat you like that. If they continue to abuse you, you can call the police. People like that are most afraid of the police coming to their door."

"But..." Harry was a little worried: "What if Uncle Vernon took my wand and locked me up? Then I can't call the police."

"Tear off a page of the friend book in advance and hide it where it won't be searched."

Wade said: "If you are really locked up, send a message to any of us, and we will rush to rescue you immediately."