HP Approaches the Magical World

"You can see that too, Harry," Dumbledore raised his voice over Kreacher's incessant screaming, "Kreacher doesn't want to be yours."

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"I don't care," Harry repeated, looking at the writhing, stomping house-elf in disgust. "I don't want him."

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

Don't forget, he lived in the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix for the last year! "

Harry stared blankly at Dumbledore.

He knew that Kreacher must never be allowed to live with Bellatrix, but the thought of Kreacher being his, the thought of him being responsible for the man who had betrayed Sirius, made him sick.

"Give him an order."

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

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

Suddenly, Kreacher seemed to be choking, he grabbed his throat, his mouth was still moving angrily, and his eyes protruded outwards.

He gasped for breath for a few seconds, then flung himself forward on the carpet, pounding the floor with his hands and feet, in a violent but absolutely silent tantrum.

"Okay, that makes things easy,"

Dumbledore said happily, "It seems that Sirius is very clear-headed.

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 writhed violently at his feet.

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

Dumbledore said, "I might as well make a suggestion. You can send him to Hogwarts and let him work in the kitchen, so the other house-elves can watch 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 lying flat on the ground at this moment, with his feet up in the air, rolling his eyes and looking up at Harry with resentment.

Then, with another loud pop, he disappeared.

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

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

"No," said Harry at once, "just let it stay 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 change its name to Drift Wing. In fact, I don't believe the Ministry of Magic would guess that it is the Hippogriff they once sentenced to death." winged beast.

By the way, Harry, are your suitcases packed yet? "

"Um……"

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

"I'm going to - um - pack it up."

Harry said hastily, picking up the binoculars and sneakers that had fallen on the floor.

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

Finally, he pulled 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 firmly onto the cauldron to close it.

Then, carrying the suitcase 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 he had to go back to the drawing room.

No one spoke.

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

Not daring to look at the Dursleys, Harry said only, "Professor — I'm ready."

"And one last thing," he said, turning again to the Dursleys, "you're no doubt aware that Harry's coming of age in a year—"

"No."

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

"Sorry, what did you say?"

"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,"

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

Uncle Vernon muttered something absurd, 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 warfare.

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 his parents had been killed and I hoped you would take care of him like your own. "

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

He noticed the Dursleys huddling closer together.

"You didn't do what I said. You never thought of Harry as your own son, he was in your hands, neglected and regularly abused.

As luck would have it, he at least escaped the kind of horrible injury you inflicted on the unfortunate boy sitting 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... mistreated Dudley? Are you—"

Uncle Vernon said angrily, but Dumbledore raised a hand for silence, and the room fell silent, as if he had made Uncle Vernon dumb all at once.

"The spell I cast fifteen years ago meant that while Harry could still call this place home, he would have strong protection.

No matter how miserable, unpopular, and abused he may be here, you are at least reluctantly giving him a place to live.

When Harry turned seventeen, that is to say, when he became a man, the spell expired.

All I ask is that your permission to return Harry to this home before his seventeenth birthday will ensure that protective power continues until then. "

None of the Dursleys said a word. Dudley frowned slightly, as if he was still wondering what mistreatment he had received.

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

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