The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Dumbledore waved his hand, and the crown and sapphire on the table disappeared.

A bit handsome.

Loren blinked, pulled up Dumbledore's sleeve and looked again and again, but couldn't find where the space equipment was.

"How did you do it?" He happened to be planning to refine small, close-fitting space equipment, and he also wanted to make it so handsome.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "You will understand when you grow up."

He took Loren's hand and walked out.

"Principal, how are you going to destroy the crown?" A clear voice sounded in the corridor.

"I'm not going to destroy it just yet."

Let’s not talk about the significance of these founder’s relics to Hogwarts and their various extraordinary uses.

When Dumbledore preserved the Horcrux, he wanted to find a safe way to separate the evil soul attached to the Horcrux and destroy the soul, but preserve the container.

Whether it's the pain from Harry's scar, his Parseltongue, or his strange dreams, it's proven that Voldemort has also left a mark on Harry.

Dumbledore already had a plan to remove the mark, but it was too risky. He wanted to find a better, safer path.

Fortunately Voldemort has not yet been resurrected, and there is no hope of resurrection in the short term, so he has plenty of time.

Loren knew that the Horcrux was to be kept for experimentation.

"What should we do with the blue stone that represents wisdom?"

He was wildly hinting that he wanted to experience the extraordinary wisdom of Ravenclaw.

Dumbledore heard it, with a smile in his voice: "I don't know, but just like Gryffindor's sword, wisdom will come when someone needs it."

Loren stopped talking.

He understood that this sentence meant: Look at the arrangements made by Director Dumbledore.

The two slowly walked out of the hall.

The sky outside has darkened, the stars and moon are bright, and the night is silent.

Loren looked back at Hogwarts Castle, the black exterior walls showing a kind of majesty.

Myrtle looked at the deserted castle again and huddled up in a corner of the bathroom ceiling.

In the underground secret room, the sleeping basilisk exhaled a long breath and blew away some dust in the cave.

In a brightly lit and ornately decorated study, Gilderoy Lockhart had just finished writing a reply to the reader, and looked at an invitation letter with the Hogwarts school emblem on the envelope, showing a delighted expression.

The raid was sealed in a bag signed by Cornelius Fudge on a desk at the Ministry of Magic.

The story of one year is over and the story of the next year is about to begin.

"Where are we going?" Loren asked.

He had already mentioned to Dumbledore that he could not find Grandpa Bates in a short time and could not treat him.

As for whether Dumbledore could find a Muggle, Loren thought it was possible, but not necessary.

Dumbledore took Loren out of the castle and away from the scope of the ancient defensive magic. "Let's go see Harry."

He waved his wand with one hand and held Loren's hand with the other.

Loren once again felt his navel being hooked, his whole body being pulled and inserted into the rubber tube, and then squeezed.

The breeze ruffled the neat hedges on both sides of Privet Drive, and the street was silent and spotless under the dark sky.

In front of the single-family house, the Dursleys blocked the door, and Harry stood outside the courtyard. The two sides stood facing each other, and the atmosphere was tense.

Harry got off the train and followed Sirius directly. Uncle Vernon did not pick up anyone and stayed at the train station until dark.

Combined with Harry's horrifying life experience and the mystery and danger of the wizarding world, Vernon Dursley thought something had happened. He returned home and was worried with Aunt Petunia, but it turned out that the boy ran off to play by himself.

The uncle stared like a bull and exhaled: "This is your home. What do you think this is? A motel?"

"This is the Dursley's house! This is not a place where you can come and leave whenever you want!"

Harry looked at the Dursleys coldly, and the breath was stuck in his chest, as if it was going to explode. This is a breath of depression, resentment, and anger that has lasted for ten years.

If it had been the past, Harry would not have spoken back. He should have gone into the storage room silently, huddled in that small place, and fell asleep listening to the Dursleys' curses. tomorrow is a new day.

But today was different, Harry didn't want to do this in front of Sirius.

"enough!"

Harry yelled back, "What do you think I am?"

"I'm locked in a storage room. When guests come, they have to hide me. I'm not even allowed to breathe!"

"What am I? Your pet?"

"Not even as good as a pet." After shouting these words, tears were already covering his cheeks.

"If you go out to play during the holidays, you have to lock me in the storage room."

"I will always obey your orders. I will always wear this fat pig's old clothes. He will lead people to chase and beat me at school."

He never remembered being here. Didn't he think of this place as his home? Where can a child who has just become sensible belong?

Many nights, he endured the pain of bruises all over his body and fell asleep with a pillow soaked in tears under his head.

Why does he have no parents? How much he wants his own parents. I wish I could have a home where I don’t have to eat leftovers, I don’t have to be beaten, and I can talk happily.

Such dreams have been filling Harry's head since he was a child.

Uncontrollable anger rose on Sirius's face, and he was trembling all over, "How dare you, how dare you!"

The wand was pointed at the Dursleys, and a red light as thick as a thumb was directed towards them.

"Stop!" a majestic voice sounded.

Dumbledore's figure suddenly appeared in the path of the magic beam. His wand touched the red light and flicked upward, causing the curse to fly away.

The red light flew upwards, exploded in the sky, and scattered into scattered rays of light, like fireworks.

Petunia and Vernon watched this scene with mixed thoughts. Hiding Harry in the first place was indeed out of concern for him, fearing that others would discover his existence and the family would be implicated.

Later, as Harry grew older, they slowly let down their guard and sent him to school. Their hiding of Harry turned into abuse. They don't understand why it's like this.

Other houses in the community gradually turned on their lights, and rustling people woke up from the quiet night to see what was happening outside.

Dumbledore was silent, took out the silver deluminator from his arms, and opened the lid.

Outside the house, the lights on the street were like candles, swaying and being sucked into the lighter, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness.

In a flash of light, Loren saw Sirius for the first time.

A thin but energetic middle-aged man, his cheekbones almost protruded, and the skin on his cheeks stuck to the bones, as if there was no flesh underneath.

On the other side, Sirius did not notice Loren hiding behind Dumbledore.

Dumbledore looked at the frightened Dursley family, and then at Harry who was crying in tears, and said gently: "Mrs. Dursley, I will give Harry some good advice. You talk to yours first." Family, calm down.”

He turned to look at Sirius, "Come on, Sirius, take us to your house."

Sirius and Harry walked in front, leading a few people along the road to the side. The house he bought was right next to the Dursleys.

Mrs. Dursley watched them go away, a tear falling from the corner of her eye.

The tears came so quickly and so full that they fell from the corners of my eyes in an instant. The high cheekbones blocked the chance for it to touch the face, leaving only shallow water marks outside the corners of the eyes.

"Mom." Dudley, who was tall and mighty, was a little at a loss. What happened today scared him.

Auntie put Dudley's head in her arms, "It's okay, none of them can hurt you."

The uncle said in a rough voice: "If these evil guys don't leave, I will let them taste the taste of bullets."

He took his aunt in his arms, sandwiched Dudley between them, and his fat body led them tremblingly towards the house.

Sirius bought his house next to the Dursleys.

The yard was unkempt and there was an old Muggle weeder. The walls are neatly painted, the living room is spacious, the lights are bright, and there are two game console handles under the big TV, as well as various game cartridges.

Refrigerator, microwave, everything. Like a perfect home.

Several people were sitting on soft and comfortable sofas.

Dumbledore spoke carefully, "At that time, I left a letter and told them everything. For Muggles, adopting you is a very dangerous thing, but they still raised you until you entered Hog Woz.”

Sirius looked angry.

"Harry, they are your family."

Harry was silent.

"Your mother's love for you, the power of family affection, they are also your relatives."

Sirius finally couldn't help but ask: "Is that to raise him like a family member? His life is worse than that of a house elf."

Dumbledore sighed heavily, "This shouldn't be like this between relatives, Harry."

Harry was still silent, he didn't want to forgive, he had been beaten all over with bruises for many nights, lying in the cramped storage room unable to cry out in pain. How many times have I fallen asleep looking at the wood grain in the storage room.

If the price of survival was this, he would rather die with his parents.

Without Hogwarts and Sirius, he could still endure that kind of life, but once a person sees the light, he can no longer adapt to the darkness.

The hatred that turned over many nights could not be smoothed away by Dumbledore's words of affection.

But this was Dumbledore, and Harry could only express his attitude in silence.

"I'm going to talk to the Dursleys. Harry, think about it carefully, even if it's to deal with Voldemort and continue Lily's amulet on you." After Dumbledore finished speaking, he stood up and walked out.

The next sentence made Harry raise his eyelids, but he still didn't speak.

Click.

The door is closed.

"If you ask me, you should turn the Dursleys into hamsters and raise them so that they can be considered as being by your side." Sirius seemed to really regard this as a feasible plan.

Harry shook his head, "Dumbledore is right. Although I don't want to recognize them, he is my mother's sister."

"Even if I don't want to forgive them, ever."

Loren huddled on the sofa, thinking about everything about Harry.

He is extremely talented and should be happy and flamboyant. Even if he is not as arrogant as his father James, he should never be like this now, submissive and with a sense of inferiority hidden in his heart.

No one knows how long this inferiority complex will remain hidden in his heart, perhaps for a lifetime. If it weren't for the lack of family affection since childhood, Harry wouldn't be so obsessed with everything about his parents.

The affection and love Dumbledore talked about were too broad, at least not enough to make up for the scars in Harry's heart.

Harry wiped his face, took a deep breath, and forced a smile, "Let me introduce to you, this is Loren, Loren Morgan. I told you, thanks to him you can escape from Azkaban come out."

He turned to look at Loren, looking a little embarrassed in front of his friends, "This is Sirius, my godfather."

Sirius suddenly became warm, with a friendly smile on his face, and almost wanted to stand up and hug Loren.

He danced and thanked Loren for revealing Peter Pettigrew's true identity.

Loren always had a strange feeling in his heart, but he couldn't remember what it was, so he dealt with it absently.

After a moment, Dumbledore re-entered.

"I talked with your aunt and uncle for a while, and they will never treat you like that again." Dumbledore paused, and then said: "I hope you can realize the true meaning of family love, and if not, at least stay until you are an adult. "

"Sirius is around you and you can use your magic. But I hope you will use them in the right places."

Harry's smile disappeared again, he nodded and walked out towards the Dursley's house.

Looking at Harry's disappearing figure, Dumbledore sighed. There are some truths that can only be understood by personal experience, or may never be understood.

He looked at Sirius and warned, "Teach Harry Occlumency during the summer vacation."

"Why did Harry need to learn that magic?"

Sirius was full of disdain, "Only shady pure-blood families would let young wizards practice Occlumency to prevent people from discovering the dirty and evil thoughts in their brains."

"The Death Eaters are probably also glad that Harry's brain is defenseless."

Dumbledore's words silenced Sirius.

Sirius was silent for a moment, then sneered, "Unfortunately, I also happen to come from a dirty pure-blood family."

Dumbledore was relieved, "Loren, let's go."

The sound of the door closing sounded again, and Sirius nestled on the sofa.

The lights dimmed.

Only a pair of eyes glowed in the darkness.

In the dim light of the Dursley's house, Petunia's face was stained with tears and the tip of her nose was red. She stood behind the lamp and looked at Harry with a sad and unfamiliar look.

Harry looked at her and said nothing. Seeing that the kitchen utensils were still placed in the pool, he waved his magic wand, and the dishes floated up through the water. They were cleaned and placed neatly on the countertop.

"Won't you be sent a warning letter like this?" Auntie's eyes showed nostalgia and envy. Lily was always like this. Every summer, her family received several warning letters, but she never cared about it.

"Yeah." Harry turned around, walked into his storage room, and closed the door.

There is no light in the silent night.

The grudge cannot be eliminated, there are endless contradictions, and I have seen the ugliest face of the other party.

This is family.

Loren's memory still has to be revealed in the second grade, so here's a little cue.

Regarding the issue of the Dursleys and Harry, abuse is real abuse, parenting is real parenting, childhood trauma is real trauma, let's just leave it at that.