days at Hogwarts

Chapter 121 A Night in Privet Drive

With a wave of Dumbledore's hand, the crown and sapphire on the table disappeared.

A little handsome.

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

"How did you do it?" He just planned to refine small personal space equipment, and he also wanted to make it so handsome.

Dumbledore smiled: "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 crisp 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 various extraordinary magical uses.

Dumbledore wanted to find a safe way to save the horcrux, to strip the evil soul attached to the horcrux from the horcrux, to destroy the soul, but to preserve the container.

Whether it's the pain of Harry's scar, his Parseltongue, or his strange dreams, it proves that Voldemort also left his mark on Harry.

Regarding taking out this mark, Dumbledore already had a plan, but it was too risky.He wanted to find a better, safer way.

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

Loren knew that the Horcruxes should be kept for experiments.

"What about the blue gem that represents wisdom?"

He was frantically implying that he wanted to experience Ravenclaw's extraordinary wisdom.

Dumbledore recognized it, and there was a smile in his voice: "I don't know, but like Gryffindor's sword, when someone needs it, wisdom will come."

Loren fell silent.

He understands, the meaning of this sentence is: Watch my director Dumbledore arrange.

The two walked slowly out of the hall.

It was already dark outside, the stars and the moon were bright, and the night was silent.

Loren looked back at Hogwarts Castle, the black outer wall revealed a kind of majesty.

Myrtle huddled in a corner of the bathroom ceiling, watching the castle once again deserted.

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

In a brightly lit and ornately decorated study room, Gilderoy Lockhart had just finished writing a reply letter to a reader, and showed a look of joy to an invitation letter with the Hogwarts school emblem printed on the envelope.

A Ministry of Magic desk with a search operation signed Cornelius Fudge's name sealed in a bag.

The story of one year is over, and the story of the next year will begin.

"Where are we going?" Loren asked.

He had already mentioned to Dumbledore that Grandpa Bates could not be found in a short time, and there was no way to treat him.

As for whether Dumbledore can find a Muggle, Loren thinks it is possible, but not necessary.

Dumbledore led Loren out of the castle, out of the range of ancient defensive magic, "Let's go and see Harry."

He waved his wand with one hand and led Loren with the other.

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

The breeze stirred the neat hedges that lined Privet Drive, and the street was silent and spotless under the dark sky.

In front of the single-family cottage, 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 didn't pick up anyone and stayed at the train station until dark.

Combining Harry's horrific life experience with the mystery and danger of the wizarding world, Vernon Dursley thought something had happened, and when he got home he was anxious with Aunt Petunia, and it turned out that the kid ran off to play by himself.

Uncle is like a bull, staring and exhaling: "This is your home, what do you think this is? A motel?"

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

Harry looked at the Dursleys coldly, and his breath was trapped in his chest, as if it was about to explode.This is a breath of depression, resentment, and anger for a whole decade.

If it had been the past, Harry wouldn't have spoken back. He would have gone silently into the cupboard, huddled in that little place, and fell asleep listening to the Dursleys curse.tomorrow is a new day.

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

"enough!"

Harry yelled back, "What do you think of me?"

"Shut up in the storage room. Visitors want me to hide, and I'm not even allowed to breathe!"

"What am I? Do you have pets?"

"It's not even as good as a pet." After yelling, tears had already filled his cheeks.

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

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

He never remembered anything but here, didn't he think about making this place his own home?Where can a child who has just become sensible regard it as belonging?
How many nights, he endured the pain of bruises and fell asleep with a pillow soaked in tears under his head.

Why doesn't he have parents, he wants his parents so much.I want a home where I don’t have to eat leftovers, don’t have to be beaten, and can talk freely.

Such dreams have been crowded in Harry's head since he was sensible.

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

The wand was pointed at the Dursleys, emitting a red light the size of a thumb, and hitting them straight.

"Stop!" The majestic voice sounded.

Dumbledore's figure suddenly appeared in the path of the magic beam, his wand held against the red light, and he flicked upwards, the spell was thrown away.

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

Petunia and Vernon watched this scene with complicated thoughts.In the beginning, Harry was hidden because he was worried about him, fearing that others would discover his existence, which would cause the family to be implicated.

Later, as Harry grew up, they slowly let down their guard and sent him to school, and the hiding from Harry turned into abuse.They also don't understand why it happened like this.

The lights of other houses in the community were gradually turned on, and the rustling people woke up from the quiet night to look at what happened outside.

Dumbledore was silent, took out the silver extinguisher from his pocket, and opened the cover.

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

With a flash of light, Loren sees Sirius for the first time.

A thin but energetic middle-aged man, his cheekbones are almost protruding, the skin on his cheeks sticks to the bones, and there seems to be no flesh underneath.

On the other side, Sirius didn't notice Loren hiding behind Dumbledore.

Dumbledore looked at the frightened Dursley family, then at Harry who was crying, and said gently: "Mrs. Dursley, I will try to persuade Harry, you should 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 ahead, leading a few people along the road to the side, and the house he bought was next to the Dursleys.

A tear rolled down Mrs. Dursley's eye as she watched them walk away.

This tear came too fast, too full, and it dripped from the corner of his eye.The high cheekbones prevented it from touching the face, leaving only shallow water marks outside the corners of the eyes.

"Mom." The tall and burly Dudley was a little at a loss, what happened today scared him.

Aunt pressed Dudley's head into her arms, "It's all right, none of them can hurt you."

Uncle said in a rough voice: "This group of evil guys, if you don't leave, I will let them taste the taste of bullets."

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

Sirius' house was bought next to the Dursleys.

The weeds in the yard were left untended, and there was an old Muggle weeder.The walls are neatly painted, the living room is spacious and brightly lit, there are two game console handles and various game cartridges under the TV with a big head.

Refrigerator, microwave, everything.Like a perfect home.

Several people sat on the soft and comfortable sofa.

Dumbledore thought about it and said, "At that time, I left a letter and told them everything. It is very dangerous for Muggles to adopt you, but they still raised you until you entered Hoag Woz."

Sirius looked annoyed.

"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 asking: "Is that raised as a family member? He's not even as good as a house elf."

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

Harry was still silent, he didn't want to forgive, how many nights he was beaten and bruised, he couldn't cry out in pain while lying in the cramped storage room.How many times have I fallen asleep by the wood grain in the storage room.

If this is the price of surviving, 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.

How many nights of endless hatred cannot be smoothed away by Dumbledore's family 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, even if it's to deal with Voldemort, continue Lily's amulet on you." After finishing speaking, Dumbledore got up and walked out.

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

click.

The door is closed.

"If you want me to say, you should turn all the Dursleys into hamsters and raise them up, so that they are 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, but he is my mother's sister."

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

Loren curled up on the sofa, thinking about everything about Harry.

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

No one knows how long this inferiority complex will be 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.

Dumbledore's family affection and love are too general, at least not enough to make up for the scars in Harry's heart now.

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

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

Sirius warmed up all of a sudden, with a friendly smile on his face, he almost wanted to stand up and hug Loren.

He danced and thanked Loren for uncovering Peter Pettigrew's true colors.

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

A moment later, Dumbledore re-entered the door.

"I talked to your uncle and aunt for a while, and they won't treat you like that again." Dumbledore paused, and then said: "I hope you can realize the true meaning of family affection, if not, at least stay until you are an adult. "

"Sirius is all around you, and you can use magic. But I want you to use them in the right places."

Harry's smile disappeared again, he nodded, and headed out towards the Dursleys' house.

Seeing Harry's disappearing figure, Dumbledore sighed, some truths can only be understood by personal experience, or never will be understood.

He looked at Sirius and urged: "During the summer vacation, teach Harry Occlumency."

"Why did Harry learn that kind of magic?"

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

"The Death Eaters were probably just as happy that Harry's brain was off guard."

Dumbledore's words silenced Sirius.

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

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

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

The lights dimmed.

Only a pair of eyes glowed in the darkness.

In Dursley's house, under the dim light, Petunia had tears on her face and a red nose. She stood behind the desk lamp and looked at Harry with sad and strange eyes.

Harry looked at her, but didn't speak.Seeing that the tableware in the kitchen was still in the pool, he waved his wand, and the dishes floated over the water by themselves, cleaned and neatly placed on the countertop.

"Will you not be sent a warning letter like this?" Auntie's eyes showed nostalgia and envy, and Lily always did the same. Every summer vacation, the family would receive several warning letters, but she never cared

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

There is no light in the silent night.

Bad feelings cannot be eliminated, there are endless contradictions, and they have seen each other's ugliest faces.

This is family.

　Loren's memory still needs to be uncovered by the second grade, here is a little cue.

　　With regard to the Dursleys and Harry, abuse is real abuse, upbringing is real parenting, childhood trauma is real trauma, so let's be awkward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)