Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Unconsciously, the sky darkened.

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

The street lamps lit up one by one, and once again illuminated the bronze plate number 4 on the Dursleys' door.

Just when Uncle Vernon was about to explode, the minute hand of the alarm clock pointed to twelve, and almost at the same time, the street lamp outside the window suddenly went out.

This sudden darkness woke everyone up from the strange atmosphere just now like lightning. Uncle Vernon noticed something and quickly pretended that nothing had happened and put the pie in his hand on the dining table.

At this time, a tall figure in a long cloak was walking along the Dursleys' garden path, and then the doorbell rang.

"Ah, I know this, it's the doorbell, right? It's also powered by electricity! I'll go open the door!" Mr. Weasley said happily.

A deep voice said, "Good evening, Arthur."

"D-Dumbledore!"

"Professor!"

"Headmaster!"

"Another wizard!"

Everyone was stunned. Standing at the door was a tall and thin man with silver-white hair and beard that reached his waist. He wore a pair of half-moon glasses on his hooked nose, a black traveling cloak, and a pointed hat.

"Sirius, I don't think you have forgotten what I said, where are Petunia and Dudley?" Dumbledore said in a friendly and easy-going tone.

"They went to my sister's house. Is there any problem?" Dumbledore's tone seemed to give Uncle Vernon some courage, and he said with his neck stiff.

"Dursley--"

"You Muggle!" Sirius and Mr. Malfoy scolded one after another.

"Sirius! Lucius!" Dumbledore's reminder made them both shut up the words they were about to say.

"Fortunately, otherwise those words must be very unpleasant." Harry thought so fortunately for some reason.

"Hey! There are still some polite wizards among you. This is my home." Uncle Vernon breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to continue talking, but something about Dumbledore seemed to make him breathless for a moment.

Maybe it was the eye-catching wizard temperament revealed by Dumbledore, or maybe it was just because even Uncle Vernon could feel that it was difficult for him to show off in front of this man.

"Professor, what did you say to Sirius?" Harry said.

Harry suddenly thought that all this weirdness might be related to what Dumbledore had said to Sirius before.

"I'm happy to share with you. However, I don't think it's wise to stay at the door for too long." He stepped over the threshold nimbly and closed the door behind him.

"It's been a long time since I last came here." Dumbledore looked at Uncle Vernon from his hooked nose. "I must admit that your agapanthus is in full bloom."

Vernon Dursley didn't say anything, but from his rolling eyes, he should be using his fat head to recall when Dumbledore came.

"Aha! You are the guy from Aberforth, and you are the one who put this little bastard Harry in our house." Uncle Vernon said.

"I think so." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and gestured to stop Sirius from getting angry.

"What a lively scene, Arthur, Lucius, I don't know why you are fooling around with Sirius, but it is obviously unwise to let Harry leave his relatives." Dumbledore said.

"Dumbledore, I-"

"We are-" Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Weasley both looked anxious to explain.

This made Ron and Draco, who wanted to interrupt, decide to wait and see.

"You are their leader, right? I want to report to you that this guy named Sirius said a lot of nasty things to us and threatened us with his magic tricks." Uncle Vernon pointed at Sirius with his fat little finger and said this, but Sirius didn't care at all. He just wanted to explain everything, but he was hindered by privacy-he wanted to discuss the issue of Harry and the other three with relatively minority sexual orientations among them.

"Dursley, although I am glad that Harry didn't suffer the same abuse as Dudley here." Dumbledore said.

"We-abuse Dudley? What are you-?" Uncle Vernon said angrily, but Dumbledore raised a hand to signal silence, and the room immediately became quiet, as if he had turned Uncle Vernon into a mute in an instant.

"Ten years ago, I placed Harry on your steps. I left a letter explaining that his parents had been killed and hoped that you would take care of him like your own child. But you didn't do what I said. You never treated Harry as your own son. He was neglected and often abused in your hands."

"To be honest, I can understand what Sirius did. He should have told you that he was Harry's godfather."

"I really want to say something, but no matter how miserable, unwelcome, and abused Harry is here, you at least reluctantly gave him a place to stay. You even suffered a wizard attack because of him."

"In this way, the protective power generated by Harry's mother's blood can always be effective." Dumbledore sighed deeply.

"Wait, wizard attack? When?" Uncle Vernon asked puzzledly.

"That was a very cunning wizard. He cleaned up the traces of the attack, but Dudley undoubtedly retained that wizard's magic power in his body." Dumbledore said.

This was also the reason why he had always tolerated Dursley's rudeness.

"Wait, Uncle Vernon and the others were attacked because of me?" Harry looked in disbelief and simply held Ron's hand. This made Mr. Weasley next to him who didn't know much about everything couldn't help but sigh.

"That's more like it," Sirius muttered.

"I understand now that Dudley became such a toy-guy like you, it's all because of you, I understand." Uncle Vernon said, looking from Dumbledore's face to Harry, and then pulled his pants down Pulled up.

His whole body seemed to be swelling, and his big purple-red face stretched before Harry's eyes.

"Okay, now it's all settled," he took in enough breath, the front of his shirt became tight, "You can get out of this home, kid! You can't stay here, we are willing to adopt you The premise is that you can't threaten my wife and son, and you can't cause us any trouble - I've had enough!"

"I don't think so. Harry staying with you is also to protect you. The most dangerous time is when he leaves you - his mother's protective power will disappear from you." Dumbledore said patiently.

"Okay, I don't care, I'll leave the living room to you freaks!" Uncle Vernon stared at Harry for a few times, then angrily went upstairs.