HP Approaches the Magic World

"As you can see, Harry," Dumbledore raised his voice, drowning out Kreacher's incessant shouting, "Kreacher doesn't want to be yours."

"I don't care," Harry said again, looking at the writhing and stomping house elf with disgust, "I don't want him."

"Then you would rather have him fall into the hands of Bellatrix Lestrange?

Don’t forget, he has been living at the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix for the past year!”

Harry stared at Dumbledore blankly.

He knew that Kreacher must not be allowed to live with Bellatrix, but he felt a sense of disgust at the thought that Kreacher would belong to him, and that he would be responsible for this guy who had betrayed Sirius.

"Give him an order."

Dumbledore said, "If he belongs to you now, he will have to obey. If you don't want him, we must find other ways to prevent him from being with his legal mistress."

Kreacher was screaming at the top of his lungs. Harry couldn't think of anything to say, so he shouted: "Kreacher, shut up!"

Suddenly, Kreacher seemed to be choked. He grabbed his own throat, his mouth was still moving angrily, and his eyes protruded outward.

He gasped for breath for a few seconds, then suddenly fell forward on the carpet, banging his hands and feet on the floor, and launched into a fierce but absolutely silent temper.

"Okay, that will make things easier,"

Dumbledore said happily, "It seems that Sirius has a clear mind.

You are the rightful owner of 12 Grimmauld Place and Kreacher."

"Do I-do I have to take him with me?"

Harry asked in horror as Kreacher twisted violently at his feet.

"If you don't want to, you don't have to."

Dumbledore said, "I might as well make a suggestion. You could send him to Hogwarts and let him work in the kitchen. That way, other house elves can keep an eye on him."

"good,"

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, "That's it.

Well - Kreacher, I want you to go to Hogwarts and work in the kitchens there with the other house elves."

Kreacher was now lying flat on the ground, with his feet in the air, rolling his eyes and looking up at Harry with resentment.

Then, there was another loud pop and he disappeared.

"Very well," said Dumbledore, "and one more thing, about Buckbeak the Hippogriff.

Hagrid has been looking after Sirius since his death, but Buckbeak is yours now, so if you'd like to make other arrangements—"

"No," Harry said immediately, "just let it be with Hagrid. I think Buckbeak would like that too."

"Hagrid will be delighted."

Dumbledore smiled and said, "By the way, for Buckbeak's safety, we decided to temporarily rename him Winged Wings. In fact, I don't believe that the Ministry of Magic would guess that it is the hippogriff they once sentenced to death."

Winged beast.

By the way, Harry, is your suitcase packed?"

"Um……"

"Don't believe I'm really coming?"

"I'm going to—um—put it away."

Harry said quickly, while hastily picking up the telescope and sneakers that fell on the ground.

It took him more than ten minutes to find everything he needed.

Finally, he finally took out his invisibility cloak from under the bed, screwed on the cap of the bottle of color-changing ink, and pressed the lid of the box hard on the crucible to close it.

Then, carrying the box in one hand and Hedwig's cage in the other, he came downstairs.

He was disappointed to find that Dumbledore was not waiting in the hall, which meant that he had to return to the drawing room.

No one spoke.

Dumbledore was humming a tune softly, looking like he was enjoying himself, but the air in the room was thicker than frozen custard.

Harry didn't dare to look at the Dursleys and just said: "Professor - I'm ready."

"One last thing," he turned again to the Dursleys, "as you are no doubt aware, Harry will be an adult in another year -"

"No."

Aunt Petunia said it was the first time she had spoken since Dumbledore's arrival.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"No, he's not yet an adult. He's one month younger than Dudley, and Dudley won't turn eighteen until the year after tomorrow."

"ah,"

Dumbledore said kindly, "But in the wizarding world, one becomes an adult at the age of seventeen."

Uncle Vernon muttered something ridiculous, but Dumbledore ignored him.

"You already know that now, the wizard named Voldemort has returned to this country.

The wizarding world is currently in a state of open war.

Voldemort has tried to kill Harry many times, and Harry is in more danger now than when I left him on your steps fifteen years ago.

I left a letter explaining that his parents had been killed and that I hoped you would take care of him as your own child."

Dumbledore stopped. Although his voice was still so relaxed and calm, and there was no trace of anger on his face, Harry felt a chill emanating from him.

He noticed that the Dursleys were squeezing closer to each other.

"You didn't do what I told you. You never regarded Harry as your own son. In your hands, all he got was neglect and constant abuse.

Fortunately of all misfortunes, he at least escaped the terrible injury you inflicted on the unfortunate boy sitting among you."

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon both turned their eyes instinctively, as if they expected to see someone else, not Dudley, sitting squeezed between them.

"We...tortured Dudley? Are you—"

Uncle Vernon said angrily, but Dumbledore raised a hand for silence, and the room immediately fell silent, as if he had suddenly rendered Uncle Vernon mute.

"The spell I cast fifteen years ago means that Harry will be strongly protected while he can still call this place home.

No matter how pitiful, unwelcome, and mistreated he was here, you at least reluctantly gave him a place to stay.

When Harry turns seventeen, that is, when he becomes a man, the magic will cease.

All I ask is that you allow Harry to return to this home before his seventeenth birthday, which will ensure that that protective power continues until then."

No one in the Dursleys said a word. Dudley frowned slightly, as if he was still wondering what kind of abuse he had received.

Uncle Vernon looked like he had something stuck in his throat, and Aunt Petunia turned red for no apparent reason.

"Okay, Harry...it's time for us to set off."