Harry Potter – Approaching the Magic World

In fact, Harry has no Pack luggage at all.

Just two weeks after staying at Dursley's house and being rescued, this thing is so wonderful, it doesn't seem to be true.

So he couldn't get rid of the doubts in his mind, and always felt that something went wrong-his reply to Dumbledore was sent elsewhere, Dumbledore was delayed and couldn't come to pick him up, or That letter was not written by Dumbledore at all, but a joke, prank, or trap.

If you pack your luggage happily and are disappointed in the end, and have to take the things out of the box one by one, Harry will definitely not be able to bear it.

For the possible trip, his only move is to keep his snow-white owl Hedwig firmly in a cage.

The minute hand of the alarm clock pointed to twelve, and almost at the same time, the street light outside the window suddenly went out.

The sudden darkness woke Harry up like an alarm bell.

He quickly straightened his glasses, moved his cheeks away from the glass, and pressed his nose to the window, squinting at the sidewalk below.

A tall silhouette wearing a long cloak is walking along the garden path.

Harry jumped up like an electric shock, and overturned his chair.

He began to pick up everything he could reach on the floor indiscriminately and threw it into the box.

As soon as he threw a set of robes, two magic books, and a pack of shortbread from across the room, the doorbell rang.

Uncle Vernon’s shout came from the living room downstairs: "Damn it, who is calling the door at this late?"

Harry froze there, holding yellow in one hand. Copper telescope, carrying a pair of sports shoes in one hand.

He completely forgot to tell Dursley that the Dumbledore family might be coming. Now he felt nervous and funny. He turned over from the box and unscrewed the bedroom door, just in time to hear a low voice saying, "Night Okay, you must be Mr. Dursley.

I believe Harry must have told you that I’m coming to pick him up, didn’t he?"

Harry dashed down the stairs two steps at a time. He stopped abruptly when he was a few levels away from the bottom of the building. Long-term experience told him that he should try to keep a distance from his uncle at any time and don't let his uncle's arm reach him.

A thin and tall man stood at the door, with silver white hair and beard hanging down to his waist.

He wears a pair of half-moon glasses on his aquiline nose, wearing a black travel cloak, and a Peak hat on his head.

Vernon Dursley's beard is almost as thick as Dumbledore's, but it is black. He is wearing a purple-brown dressing gown, staring blankly at the visitor, seemingly unable to believe his. Everything you see with small eyes.

"From your surprised and unbelievable look, Harry didn't tell you I'm coming."

Dumbledore said kindly and easily, "But let's assume you are already enthusiastic Please invite me into your house.

The current situation is turbulent. It is unwise to stay at the door for too long."

He quickly crossed the threshold and closed behind him. Door.

"It has been a long time since I came last time."

Dumbledore looked at Uncle Vernon from the aquiline nose, "You must admit, your agapanthus It's very lush."

Mr. Dursley didn't say a word, but Harry believed he would slow down and talk soon-after all, the blood vessels on his temple were about to explode.

But something on Dumbledore seemed to make him out of breath for a while, maybe it was the compelling wizard temperament that Dumbledore showed, maybe it was just because even Uncle Vernon could feel it, he It is difficult to show off one's military strength in front of this man.

"Ah, good evening, Harry,"

Dumbledore looked at Harry from behind the half-moon lens, with a very satisfied expression on his face, "very good, very good "

This sentence seemed to awaken Uncle Vernon. Obviously for him, anyone who could watch Harry say "very good" would always be impossible to reach a consensus with that person.

"I didn't mean to be rude--"

He said that every syllable in the words was rude.

"——However, we still often encounter unexpected faux pas."

Dumbledore took his words,

"Better nothing Come on, dear buddy, ah, this must be Petunia."

The kitchen door opened, and Harry’s aunt was standing there, wearing rubber gloves, and a dressing gown with a homely dress. , Apparently she was going to wipe the entire kitchen surface before going to bed as usual.

Now, her long horse face is full of horror.

"Albus ·Dumbledore."

Dumbledore saw that Vernon hadn't introduced him, and said, "Of course, we did it by letter."

Harry felt that this way of reminding Petunia that Dumbledore had sent her a Howler sounded a little funny, but Aunt Petunia did not object to this statement.

"This must be your son Dudley, right?"

Dudley poked his head out of the living room door, his yellow-haired head poked in the striped pajamas Outside the neckline, it looked like it wasn't on his body.

Because of surprise and fear, his mouth opened wide.

Dumbledore waited for a moment, seeming to want to hear what the Dursley family had to say, and seeing them continue to be silent, he laughed.

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

When Dumbledore passed by Dudley, Dudley hurriedly stepped aside.

Harry jumped down the last few stairs and followed Dumbledore into the living room, still holding the telescope and sneakers in his hand.

Dumbledore sat down in the armchair closest to the fireplace and looked at everything in the room with kind interest, even though he seemed completely out of harmony with his surroundings.

"Shall we go, sir?" Harry asked anxiously.

"Go, of course you have to go, but there are a few things that need to be discussed first."

Dumbledore said, "I think we'd better not talk about these things outside, so we have to I will disturb your aunt and uncle for a while."

"What, you guys?"

Uncle Vernon also entered the living room, Petunia stood beside him, Dudley trembling with fear Hidden behind them both.

"Yes," Dumbledore said briefly, "It's like this."

He pulled out the wand suddenly, so fast that Harry couldn't even see it.

With a light wave of wand, the sofa swishes over and hits the three Dursley’s knees.

They didn't stand up all of a sudden, they all fell on the sofa and rolled into a ball.

Wand gave another light wave, and the sofa swished back to its original place.

"We can also be more comfortable." Dumbledore said happily.

He put the wand back in his pocket when Harry saw that his hand was dry and charred, as if the meat on it had been burned.

"Sir-how did this happen?"