A day at Hogwarts

"boom!"

A muffled sound from the fireplace startled Harry, who was watching TV in the living room.

After the green light in front of Charles' eyes went out, it was dark all around, except for a little light above his head.

He fumbled around the wall, found the switch, and turned on the light in the fireplace.

What appeared in front of me was not the living room, but a thick steel door with an electronic combination lock, doorbell, speaker, and microphone.

Charles pressed the code to open the door, and saw Harry pointing his wand at himself, looking very nervous.

"Isn't this a safe?!" Harry asked in surprise.

Charles adjusted his glasses, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then said as usual, "This is a fireplace, you know Floo fans, right?"

He had someone come to the house via the Floo network anyway, so he converted the fireplace to look like a safe.

If someone breaks in illegally and tries to open the door or destroy the steel plate with the lockpicking spell, a valve next to it will be opened quietly, and a large amount of carbon dioxide will be sprayed out without anyone noticing.

However, Harry had never heard of floo powder, and looked at Charles with a question mark on his head.

While explaining to him, Charles went to the kitchen and started to make food for himself.

After he came out of the Ministry of Magic, he went to the supermarket first. Originally, he just wanted to buy spinach, but he didn't expect to have pork liver for sale, so he swept all the counters.

After he made a pot of pork liver, spinach and wolfberry soup, Harry also understood what Floo powder was.

"How do you eat this?" Harry couldn't understand Charles eating this stuff.

Charles just replied: "Blood."

Although there is a potion in Diagon Alley that can fill his blood instantly, but he has always been able to eat and not take medicine, and he will have to supplement for a long time.

Harry asked him worriedly, "Are you hurt?"

Charles just shook his head, had a sleep after making a phone call when he was full, and had something to do tomorrow.

The next afternoon, Harry came back from the boxing club to find Charles in the dining room talking with a few men in suits and a lot of papers on the table.

In the days that followed, the lives of the two teenagers in No. 3 Privet Drive were extremely regular. Harry went to the boxing club during the day, and came back to do homework or read books and watch TV at night. Charles went straight to the study and didn't come out except to eat and drink.

Harry tried to figure out what he was doing, but the English letters on the monitor could be read individually, but they couldn't understand them together, so that at first he thought Charles was writing poetry.

He turned on another computer in the study, and just figured out how to play "Civilization I", only to find that the position had been robbed, and there was no way to get it back.

Late at night, when Harry was going to bed, Charles suddenly asked Dumbledore next to him: "Professor, have you noticed?"

Dumbledore replied: "He's in Harry's room, I don't think he's malicious."

After writing a line of notes, Charles said: "I am worried that his intentions are good, but he will use unscrupulous means. Ron's owl was almost killed by him."

Dumbledore said: "Wait for him to explain his purpose before we can determine what to do next. I will be away for a while tomorrow, and he will let me know when he shows up."

Dobby, the Malfoy house-elf, had been hiding in a kitchen cupboard, and both Charles and Dumbledore had pretended not to notice him.

Dumbledore didn't understand what this house elf was here for. It didn't look like kidnapping and assassination, but it cut off Harry's connection with the outside world.

He was a little worried that this house elf was just a scout, and when the time came, a dozen Death Eaters would rush over to do it, so he stayed here for a few days.

But this house-elf was still doing what he was doing before, and he didn't run away to report or show himself.

Now he plans to leave for a while, and come back when Charles informs that there is a problem.

As for Charles, there is no time for Dobby right now.

He is now planning his future business. Now the air fryer patent has been dealt with by a law firm. For those related to the Internet, the relevant knowledge should be retrieved first. Search engines and online shopping are unnecessary. Browsers are not yet mature. In a few years, after the ie browser comes out, let's start with a website navigation URL collection like hao123.

When Charles made a simple Lianliankan and found no problem after playing for a while, the Dursleys on the opposite side cheered at the door, and at the same time there was a sound of banging against the wall in Harry's room.

Charles rubbed his eyes and checked the date. It was 9:25 pm on July 31, 1992, halfway through the summer vacation.

"Ouch!" He slapped his head, it was his birthday a few days ago, no wonder Penny sent a small cake over that day.

Today, it's Harry's birthday.

Charles returned to his room, took a red envelope and sealed some Gallon in it, went to Harry's room and said to Harry, "Harry, I've been too busy recently to prepare a gift for you, buy what you like .”

Harry was sitting on the bed at this moment, and Dobby was banging his head against the wall.

Charles fetched Harry's pillow, put it between Dobby's head and the wall just in time, and said, "If you break the wall, it's going to be Harry who fixes it."

Dobby just stopped.

Charles said to Dobby: "You are Harry's friend, don't stand here stupidly, go downstairs to the living room and have a cup of tea."

He said to Harry again, "Take your friend into the drawing room, and I'll make tea."

After speaking, Charles turned and went to the kitchen, and took out a mirror while making tea.

"Albus Dumbledore."

As soon as the voice fell, Dumbledore's face appeared in the mirror, and the background looked like a bar.

Charles said softly, "He's out."

Dumbledore just nodded and hung up the two-way mirror.

This two-way mirror was given to Charles before he left, so that he could get in touch immediately at this moment.

Charles quickly made tea, took out another pack of sandwich biscuits, dismantled them and placed them on plates before bringing them to the living room.

Harry was sitting on the sofa, and Dobby was standing in front of him, talking about how dangerous Hogwarts was this year.

Charles put the tea and snacks on the table, took out his wand and waved it, the teapot automatically poured tea into the cup, and then a cup of tea flew to Harry, and another cup of tea floated into Dobby's hand.

Dobby grew up so big, he didn't know how much tea he had poured for the host's family, but it was the first time he encountered someone pouring tea for himself, his head went down, and he stood there motionless.

Until Dumbledore appeared, Dobby hadn't recovered.

Dumbledore didn't come alone, he was accompanied by a young man who nodded to Charles as soon as he appeared.

Charles frowned, and quickly figured out a lot of things.

Bell had just signed the contract with Dumbledore in the bar. He didn't expect that he would have to work before the ink was dry, and he didn't expect that the place of work was Charles' home.

Holding his teacup, he listened carefully to the conversation between Dumbledore and Dobby.

Dobby didn't expect Dumbledore to appear, but his attitude was very firm, and he repeatedly emphasized that Hogwarts was dangerous and Harry could not be allowed to go.

Charles was slowly drinking tea at the side, thinking of a possibility, maybe Malfoy's house was bombed, and the old horse suspected that this matter had something to do with what Voldemort left behind, so he had to deal with it, which made the "plot" develop and "Memory" is exactly the same.

He thought about it, and decided to ignore it. This matter involved Harry's marriage, and it was reliable for Bell to be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and there would be no problems.

In the end, Dumbledore made some manipulations and set up a written statement for Dobby, ensuring that Harry would not be harmed before giving up.

At least on the surface.