Harry Potter – Approaching the Magic World

"Later, Harry," Dumbledore said, "Sit down."

Harry sat down in the other armchair, trying not to look The Dursley family, they seem to be speechless in fright.

"I thought you would let me drink something,"

Dumbledore said to Uncle Vernon, "Now it seems that this expectation is ridiculously optimistic."

Wand waved lightly for the third time, and a dirty wine bottle and five glasses appeared in the air.

The bottle automatically turned sideways to fill each cup with honey and yellow liquid, and then the cup floated to everyone in the room.

"Mrs. Rosmerta's best oak ripened mead."

Dumbledore said he raised his glass to Harry, and Harry grabbed his own glass and drank it. what could.

He had never tasted this thing before, but he liked it very much. The Dursley family quickly looked at each other with lose one's head out of fear, and then desperately avoided their cup.

This is not easy, because Cup keeps gently bumping their heads to remind them.

Harry couldn't help but wonder if Dumbledore was deliberately pranking.

"Okay, Harry," Dumbledore turned to him and said, "Now there is a problem, I hope you can help us solve it.

I mean the Order of the Phoenix, but, I’m going to tell you first, Sirius’s will was discovered a week ago, and he left everything he had to you."

Uncle Vernon on the sofa turned his head, but Harry I didn’t look at him, and couldn’t think of what to say. I just replied: "Really?"

"Basically it's still relatively simple," Dumbledore continued, "Your account in Gringotts There is another large sum of gold on the table, and you have inherited all of Sirius’s personal belongings.

The problematic part of the inheritance..."

"His godfather is dead?"

Dumbledore and Harry both turned to look at Mr. Dursley.

The glass of mead is already knocking Vernon's head reluctantly now, and he desperately wants to drive it away.

"He died? His godfather?"

"Yes."

Dumbledore didn't ask Harry why he didn't tell the Dursley family about it.

"The problem now is,"

He continued to say to Harry, as if uninterrupted, "Sirius also left 12 Grimmauld Place for you."

"Leave him a house?"

Uncle Vernon said greedily, his small eyes narrowed, but no one paid attention to him.

"You can keep it as the headquarters."

Harry said, "I don't care, you can use it, I don't really need it."

Just Possibly, Harry never wanted to step into 12 Grimmauld Place again.

He felt that he would never forget that Sirius once wandered alone in those dim and mouldy rooms, imprisoned in the place he longed to leave day and night.

"That's too generous."

Dumbledore said, "However, we temporarily withdrew from that house."

"Why?"

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"That's it,"

Dumbledore ignored Uncle Vernon's mutter and continued: "The House of Black tradition stipulates that the house is passed on from generation to generation and must be passed on to the next Black Male.

Sirius is the last heir in his family, because his younger brother Regulus died before him, and neither of them has a child.

Although in his will It is very clear to leave the house to you, but some magic or spells may have been applied to that place to ensure that no one who is not pure bloodline can occupy it."

Harry flashed in his mind. There was a picture of Sirius's mother screaming and cursing in the lobby of 12 Grimmauld Place.

"It must be like that."

"Yes," Dumbledore said, "If there is such a curse, then the ownership of this house is likely to belong to the House of The oldest person in Black is Sirius’ cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange."

Harry jumped up without realizing what he was doing, with the telescope on his lap. And sneakers rolled to the ground.

The murderer who killed Sirius, inherit his house?

"no!"

"Yes, we definitely don't want her to get it either."

Dumbledore said quietly, "The situation is quite complicated. The house. The ownership of Sirius is no longer owned by Sirius. We don’t know some of the magic we used to give it, such as making it impossible to plot on the map, and so on. It still doesn’t work.

Bellatrix will appear at any time.

At the door, so we had to move out first and wait until the situation is clear."

"But how can you figure out if I can own it?"

"Fortunately, "Dumbledore said, "There is an easy way to test it."

He put the empty cup on the small table next to the chair. Before he could do anything, Uncle Vernon shouted, "Can you Are these damn things taken away from us?"

Harry turned his head and saw that all three of the Dursleys were covering their heads with their arms, because their cups were jumping up and down and hitting their heads. The wine inside was spilled everywhere.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Dumbledore said politely, and raised wand again, and the three glasses disappeared all at once.

"But you know, it’s more graceful to drink it."

Vernon seems to want to say a few ugly words as a counterattack, but he just talked to Petunia and Dudley Retracted together in the sofa cushions, without saying a word, a pair of small pig eyes fixed on Dumbledore's wand.

"Look," Dumbledore said as he turned to Harry, and continued as if Uncle Vernon hadn't spoken at all, "If you do inherit the house, you will also inherit—"

He waved wand for the fifth time, and with a loud popping sound, a house elf appeared, his nose protruding upward, with a pair of large bat-like ears and a pair of copper bell-like, Bloodshot eyes.

He was dressed in dirty torn clothes and squatted on Dursley's plush carpet.

Aunt Petunia let out a sweaty scream, Dudley hurriedly lifted his big pink feet from the floor, almost over his head, as if he was afraid of the monster He would climb up along the trouser legs of his pajamas.

Uncle Vernon roared, "What is that thing?"

"Kreacher." Dumbledore continued.

"No Kreacher, no Kreacher, no Kreacher!"

house elf said in a dumb voice, his voice almost as high as Uncle Vernon's, while stomping his long pair His, crumpled feet, grabbed his big ears: "Kreacher belongs to the Black family, Kreacher wants a new mistress, Kreacher does not belong to Potter, Kreacher does not—"