Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“Well, can we assume that you've invited me into your living room?” Dumbledore said.

He did not receive an answer, but was clearly very good at dealing with the current situation and had walked over to the living room himself.

Harry hurried down the last stairs and followed Dumbledore into the living room.

In the living room Dumbledore sat on the armchair closest to the fireplace.

He measured everything in the room with a kind interest and seemed completely out of tune with the surrounding environment.

“Shall we go now, sir?” Harry asked anxiously.

“Go, of course, but there is one thing I need to discuss with your aunt and uncle first.” Dumbledore said.

“What?” Uncle Vernon went into the living room, and Penny stood beside him, "What are you trying to tell us? ”

“Well, I'm sure Father Harry Sirius Black told you during his visit over a month ago...”

“Don't tell me about the murderer!” Uncle Vernon roared.

“He's not, he hasn't killed anyone!” Harry argued out loud.

“Shut up, kid, I just believe in our own newspaper, not you telling me...”

“I'm sorry, but I don't think we should use such a high pitch if everyone is talking in the living room.” Dumbledore gently said that he suddenly pulled out the wand and Harry couldn't see clearly, “and we'd better sit down and talk. ”

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Penny stepped back, looking at the wand in his hand in horror.

Without noticing their faces, Dumbledore's wand gently swung and the couch rushed past, hitting the Desirees' knees.

All of a sudden they didn't hold their feet, all fell on the couch and rolled into clumps.

The wand waved gently again, and the couch returned to its original position.

“We can also be more comfortable.” Dumbledore was pleased to say that his wand had not been laid down.

“Mister?”

“All right, Harry, you sit down too!” Dumbledore said.

Harry sat down on the other armchair and tried not to see his aunt and aunt. They seemed too scared to speak, thinking that Dumbledore was a true wizard and no longer looked like that anger rush.

“I thought you guys were gonna give me something to drink.” Dumbledore said to Uncle Vernon, "Now this expectation seems ridiculous. ”

The wand gently waved for the third time, and a dirty bottle of wine and five glasses appeared in the air.

The bottle automatically comes to each cup filled with honey yellow liquid, then the cup drifts towards everyone in the room.

Another cup disappeared, Harry guessed it was for Dudley.

Sure enough, the next second, Daryl ran down the stairs screaming and covered his ass.

After seeing Dumbledore, he screamed horribly and hid behind his parents.

The head of the yellow hair was shaking outside the neck of the striped pyjamas, looking as though it wasn't growing on him.

“This must be your son Dulley, right?” Dumbledore said.

“Oh Dada Little Baby, how are you, is there anything wrong..." Aunt Patty held Dali in her arms.

“What did you do to him, what did you do to him?” Uncle Vernon questioned.

“Don't get excited, I didn't do anything, I just wanted to buy him a drink.” Dumbledore said, "This is Madame Rosmerta's best woody honey, but you don't seem to like it. ”

Dumbledore said he raised his glass to Harry, who grabbed his own glass of wine and drank a small bite.

He has never tasted this before, but he loves it very much.

Seeing them drink, the Desirees glanced at them in panic and became more nervous, trying to avoid their cups, which was not easy, because the cups kept banging their heads gently reminding them that Harry couldn't help but wonder if Dumbledore was making a prank on purpose.

“Aren't you really going to try it? This beverage tastes good.” Dumbledore said.

“Enough, what are you trying to tell us!” Once again, Uncle Vernon mustered the courage to wiggle his hands and keep the cup away from himself, "like the witch who visited us last time, quickly said it, then took the boy with him and left the house. ”

“You seem to have a deep misunderstanding of the wizard, but it's not your fault that some people are not doing much good.” Dumbledore said, "Let's get down to business, you undoubtedly realize that Harry will be an adult in a year...”

“No!” said Aunt Penny, speaking for the first time since Dumbledore arrived.

“I'm sorry, what did you say?” Dumbledore asked politely.

“No, he's not yet an adult. He's a month younger than Dalí, and Dalí won't be 18 until the next year. ”

“Ah, the Muggle algorithm.” Dumbledore said softly, "But in the wizarding world, he was an adult when he turned seventeen. ”

Uncle Vernon muttered “absurd," but Dumbledore ignored him.

“As you already know, now that the Wizard Voldemort has returned to the country, he and his followers are spreading fear and launching attacks around the world, and the Wizard community is now in a state of open engagement. ”

There was no reaction from the Dumbledores to Dumbledores.

In their view, the war between the wizards was undoubtedly far from them, and they heard no trace of the spiders or horses.

Although there seem to be too many natural disasters of all kinds since this year, this has nothing to do with war.

As long as Harry gets out of here, they're safe, which is probably what Uncle Vernon has been thinking since last year.

“Well, as you know, Voldemort has tried to kill Harry many times, and now Harry's situation is more dangerous than it was 15 years ago when I put him on your steps. I left a letter explaining that his parents had been murdered and hoping that you would take care of him as you would your own children. ”

Dumbledore stopped, and although his voice was still so relaxed and calm and his face did not show any anger, Harry felt a chill emanating from him and the Desirees suddenly trembled.

“You didn't do what I said, you never thought of Harry as your son. All he gets in your hands is neglect and constant abuse. Unfortunately, he escaped at least the kind of terrible harm you did to that unlucky boy sitting among you. ”

Aunt Penny and Uncle Vernon both instinctively turned their eyes and seemed to think they would see someone else, not Dulley, squeezing among them.

“Are we abusing Dudley? What are you...” Uncle Vernon said angrily.

But Dumbledore raised one hand to show silence, and the room immediately calmed down as if he had suddenly turned Uncle Vernon into a mute.