Harry Potter – Approaching the Magic World

"You can see it too, Harry," Dumbledore raised the volume, overshadowing Kreacher's non-stop yelling, "Kreacher doesn't want to be yours."

"I don't care." Harry looked at the twisting and stomping house elf in disgust, and said again, "I don't want him."

"Then you would rather let He fell into the hands of Bellatrix Lestrange?

Don’t forget, he has lived in the headquarters of Order of the Phoenix last year!"

Harry stared at Dumbledore blankly. .

He knew that Kreacher must not live with Bellatrix, but he felt disgusted when he thought that Kreacher would belong to him and that he was responsible for this guy who had betrayed Sirius.

"Give him an order."

Dumbledore said, "If he belongs to you now, he has to obey. If you don't want him, we have to think about not He was not allowed to be with his legal mistress."

Kreacher was screaming hoarse, Harry couldn't think of anything to say, so he shouted: "Kreacher, shut up !"

Suddenly, Kreacher seemed to be choked. He pinched his throat, his mouth was still moving angrily, his eyes protruding outward.

He gasped for a few seconds, then suddenly fell forward on the carpet, hitting the floor with his hands and feet, and he developed a fierce but absolutely silent temper.

"Okay, so things are easy,"

Dumbledore said happily, "It seems Sirius has a clear head.

You are 12 Grimmauld Place and Kreacher’s rightful owner."

"I—must I take him with me?"

Harry asked in horror, Kreacher squirming violently at his feet .

"If you don't want to, you don't have to."

Dumbledore said, "I might as well make a suggestion. You can send him to Hogwarts and let him work in the kitchen. That way, other house elf can watch him."

"Okay,"

Harry relaxed, "Just do it.

Well—Kreacher, I want you to go to Hogwarts, where you can work with other house elf in the kitchen."

Kreacher is now lying flat on the ground, with his feet upright, rolling his eyes and looking up resentfully. Harry glanced.

Then, there was another loud crackling, and he disappeared.

"Very well," Dumbledore said. "One more thing is about Hippogriff's winged Buckbeak.

Since Sirius died, Hagrid has been taking care of him. But Buckbeak belongs to you now, so if you are willing to make other arrangements—"

"No," Harry said immediately, "Let it be with Hagrid. I think Buckbeak would like that too. "

"Hagrid will be very happy."

Dumbledore smiled and said, "By the way, for the safety of Buckbeak, we decided to temporarily rename it to Lingyi. Actually, I I don’t believe Ministry of Magic would guess that it is the Hippogriff winged beast they used to sentence to death.

By the way, Harry, is your box pack ready?"

"Um..."

"Don't believe I will really come?"

"I'll go—um—pack it up."

Harry said quickly, picking up the telescope and sneakers that fell on the floor in a hurry.

It took him more than ten minutes to find everything he needed.

Finally, he finally pulled out his Invisibility Cloak from under the bed, screwed on the lid of the bottle of color-changing ink, and pressed the lid of the box on the cauldron firmly.

Then, carrying the box in one hand and Hedwig's cage in the other, he came downstairs.

He was disappointed to find that Dumbledore was not waiting in the hall, which meant he had to go back to the living room again.

No one spoke.

Dumbledore hummed a little song softly, as if he was content, but the air in the room was more solemn than the frozen custard.

Harry didn’t dare to look at the Dursley family, he just said, “Professor—I’m ready.”

“One more thing,” he turned to face again The Dursley family said, "You undoubtedly realize that Harry will be an adult in a year—"

"No."

Aunt Petunia said, this is her arrival in Dumbledore After speaking for the first time.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

"No, he is not an adult. He is one month younger than Dudley. Dudley will not turn eighteen until the next year."

"Ah,"

Dumbledore said kindly, "But in Wizarding World, I am an adult at the age of seventeen."

Uncle Vernon murmured It was ridiculous, but Dumbledore ignored him.

"You already know that now, the wizard named Voldemort has returned to this country.

The Wizarding World is currently in a state of open war.

Voldemort has tried to kill Harry many times, and Harry's situation is now more dangerous than when I put him on the steps of your house fifteen years ago.

At the time I left a letter explaining Said that his parents were killed, and hope that you will take care of him like your child."

Dumbledore stopped, although his voice was still so relaxed and calm, and his face did not show The slightest anger on his face, but Harry felt a chill radiating from him.

He noticed that the Dursley family was squeezing each other tighter.

"You did not do what I said. You never regarded Harry as your own son. All he was in your hands was neglect and regular abuse.

Fortunately in misfortune, he at least escaped the terrifying damage you caused to the hapless boy sitting among you."

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon both turned their eyes instinctively, seeming to think they would see It was not Dudley who sat squeezed among them, but someone else.

"We...till Dudley? You are—"

Uncle Vernon said angrily, but Dumbledore raised a hand to signal for silence, and the room fell silent immediately. As if he suddenly turned Uncle Vernon into a dumb.

"The magic that I used 15 years ago means that while Harry can still take charge of this place, he will receive strong protection.

He doesn’t care about his life here. How pitiful, how unpopular, how abused, you at least reluctantly gave him a place to stay.

When Harry turns seventeen, that is, when he becomes When a man is a man, this magic will fail.

I only ask for one thing: you allow Harry to return to this home again before Harry’s seventeenth birthday. This will ensure that the protective power lasts until that time. "

No one in the Dursley family said a word. Dudley is slightly frowned, and seems to be still wondering what abuse he has been subjected to.

Uncle Vernon looked like something got stuck in his throat, and Aunt Petunia flushed unfathomable mystery.

"Well, Harry... we should go."