Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Late at night, Harry sat in front of the bedroom window, staring blankly at the dim lights outside.

He had been in this position for a long time, and the arms supporting his head were numb, but he ignored it. His excitement made him ignore this slight discomfort. What's more, for him who has learned a lot of magic, this

Discomfort is nothing.

Behind him, several large suitcases were placed neatly, with a cage on top. Hedwig was very quiet inside.

The rest of the place is a bit messy. Owl feathers, apple cores and candy wrappers are scattered on the floor. There are several newspapers mixed with coats on the bed, and the title of one of them is particularly eye-catching:

"Harry Potter: The Savior?"

One of his photos was enlarged, and Dumbledore and Sirius could be faintly seen behind him.

This issue of the "Daily Prophet" is from a long time ago. It was published shortly after the Battle of the Department of Mysteries. The content on the front page has appeared before, and it is not much different. It is nothing more than the one whose name cannot even be mentioned.

The thing about people coming back. The really "new" content in this issue, which will be in the second edition, is the news that Scrimgeour has become the new Minister of Magic.

Other than that, there's nothing new.

The photo on the front page of another newspaper is different. It shows a huge square and a chaotic crowd. Dumbledore's figure is still on it, and there is an unknown person standing next to him. But the article mentioned that that was

Minister of Magic in Italy.

"Notorious and extremely dangerous Death Eaters capture the Vatican"

This issue is from a few days ago, about the shocking things that the classmate he once trusted did during this period of time.

Harry read it carefully and didn't pay much attention to it. He was just worried about Hermione's condition. He knew very well that Hermione must have read this article.

Harry just didn't say many things, but it wasn't that he didn't know. This was different from Ron. Therefore, even though Hermione behaved normally after the battle of the Department of Mysteries, Harry knew very well what was going on in Hermione's heart.

She is not as calm as she appears on the surface.

He knew a long time ago that the departure of that person left an unhealable scar in Hermione's heart. And this scar was severely torn open that night at the Ministry of Magic.

There was a thick stack of letters on the table in front of him, most of which were replies from Hermione during the summer vacation. The last letter was sent two days ago, and judging from the content, it was no different from the previous one.

Harry was still worried, but at this moment, there was another thing occupying his entire heart: Dumbledore would pick him up to go to the Burrow today!

"Dear Harry:

If it's convenient for you, I will pick you up at 4 Privet Drive at 11 o'clock this Friday night to take you to the Burrow, where they invite you to spend the rest of the summer vacation.

In addition, I have something to do on the way to the Burrow, and I would be very happy if I could get your help.

Details will be discussed when we meet.

Please send this owl back and see you on Friday.

Yours faithfully

Albus Dumbledore"

Three days ago, this letter was delivered to Harry. From that day on, he often took out the letter and read it, and he knew the contents by heart. From the moment he got the news, he started packing his luggage.

, but it was almost sorted out until recently.

After that, I just waited quietly in front of the window.

The night was getting darker, and the hour hand was slowly pointing to eleven. Suddenly, the street lights outside the window suddenly went out, and the whole neighborhood was plunged into darkness.

Harry quickly adjusted his glasses and looked out the window. He saw a tall figure wearing a long cloak walking along the garden path. Seeing this, he jumped up suddenly and took the letter on the table and the one on the bed.

Newspapers were stuffed into the compartment on the outside of the suitcase. He picked up his coat, grabbed the Hideaway's cage with one hand, and pushed the suitcase out with the other.

As soon as I opened the door, I heard Uncle Vernon's voice coming from the living room downstairs: "What the hell! Who is calling the door so late?"

The lights downstairs were on, but Harry stopped at the top of the stairs. At this time, Dumbledore's voice came from downstairs. It was very deep, but it made Harry feel extremely safe.

"Good evening, you must be Mr. Dursley. I believe Harry must have told you that I was coming to pick him up, right?"

Hearing the sound, Harry then remembered that he was so excited about getting the news that he completely forgot to tell Uncle Vernon about it. He quickly put the suitcase at the foot of the stairs and quickly walked down the stairs.

The footsteps were rapid, attracting the attention of the two people in the living room. They both looked in the direction of the stairs. Uncle Vernon's face was full of anger, while Dumbledore secretly blinked.

"It seems that Harry didn't tell you that I was coming." Dumbledore said softly, very cordially and easy-going, "However, let us assume that you have warmly invited me in. The current situation is turbulent and it would be too much to stay at the door.

It would be unwise to wait long.”

Dumbledore said as he walked in and closed the door. He looked around the living room as if he was curious about everything.

"I didn't come in the last time I came here, and it was a long time ago." Dumbledore pushed up the glasses on his nose, and then waved to Harry on the stairs, "Good evening, Harry.

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Vernon was so angry that the veins on his neck were bulging so high that one could not help but worry that they would explode in the next second and spread blood everywhere. His face was twitching slightly, and a creaking sound could be heard.

The sound of teeth gnashing.

Before he could say anything, the kitchen door opened, and Aunt Petunia and Dudley appeared at the door. Petunia was still wearing an apron and gloves on her hands, while Dudley was holding a small piece of cake in his hand and mouthing

There were still some crumbs on the side. They all looked at Dumbledore with their mouths open, as if they were frightened.

"Albus Dumbledore." Dumbledore said with a smile, "We send letters."

"This must be your son Dudley."

He waited for a moment, as if waiting for the Dursleys to say something, and couldn't help but smile when he saw their silence.

"Can we assume that you have invited me into your living room?"

Dumbledore walked into the living room, and Uncle Vernon and the others were still standing there blankly. Harry couldn't wait any longer. He jumped down the stairs and asked anxiously: "Shall we go? Now?"

"Go, of course, but there are a few things we need to discuss first." Dumbledore said, "Due to some well-known reasons, we may have to disturb your aunt and uncle for a while."

"What?"

Uncle Vernon asked loudly and walked in angrily. Petunia and Dudley quickly walked around Dumbledore and followed behind. Dudley's body was even trembling.

"You want to discuss things at my house?"

"Yes, that's right." Dumbledore nodded, and suddenly pulled out his wand and waved it. The sofa quickly crashed into the three of them, causing them to stumble and sit on it crookedly. Then he waved again.

, the sofa returned to its original position.

"This way, we can all feel more comfortable."

Dumbledore put away his wand and with a smile, Shi Shiran sat on the sofa opposite them and called Harry over.

At this time, Harry saw that Dumbledore's hands were charred black, as if they had been burned.

"Professor, this..."

Dumbledore didn't care, "Sit down, we have a lot to discuss."

"We'll talk about it later, Harry."