Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Harry sighed and carefully searched for other pieces in the box.

Those star-dotted pieces of glass, glued to the bottom of the box, like bright, coarse sand grains, touched it, and suddenly Harry was irritated, and he couldn't bear to turn the whole box around and get everything out of it.

Then he stared stunnedly at the empty box and the debris on the ground for half a day and fell powerlessly on the bed.

Pack up tomorrow, they won't pick themselves up so early.

Hazy room, Harry thought a lot.

Like he's been dreaming lately at night, thinking about Sirius, thinking about Dumbledore, thinking about Snape.

Since I saw that interview with Rita Skeeter in the paper last week, it's been a mess in his head, and the phrase in Rita's article echoes in his mind: a whole chapter detailing the relationship between Porter and Dumbledore, which can be described as unhealthy or even evil. He himself had been involved in dark magic when he was young, and I found sources most journalists would like to exchange wands for...

“Liar!” Harry roared loudly, his voice echoed in an empty house, and Rita Skeeter defamed Dumbledore of those false words that were outrageous, but Harry had to admit that he seemed, seemed, and really didn't know Dumbledore's past very well, and he had to admit that he knew almost nothing about Dumbledore.

He never imagined Dumbledore's childhood and youth, as if Dumbledore had suddenly become the way Harry knew him.

When you think of Dumbledore as a teenager, it's always weird to imagine a retarded Hermione, or a friendly tail screw.

In the past, Harry never wanted to ask Dumbledore about his past.

Of course, that would seem a little awkward, if not presumptuous, but Dumbledore's participation in the legendary duel with Greendward is a well-known fact, and Harry didn't expect to ask Dumbledore about the scene at the time, nor about his other famous achievements.

No, nothing!

They're always talking about Harry, Harry's past, Harry's future, Harry's plan, and now Harry feels that even though his future is truly in jeopardy and uncertain prospects, the opportunities he misses are irreversible.

He did not ask Dumbledore for more information about himself, and the only personal question he asked the headmaster was the one he suspected Dumbledore had not answered honestly.

“When you look in the mirror, what do you see? ”

“Me? I saw myself holding a thick pair of wool socks. ”

Harry pondered for a few minutes and covered his pillow on his face.

This time, he seemed to be really asleep, but it didn't last long. The sound of the front door closing again came upstairs, and a man shouted, "Hey! You!”

Harry had been called and drunk like this for 16 years, and he knew who his uncle was calling, but he did not immediately reply.

Until my uncle roared, "Boy!” Harry stood up slowly and walked towards the bedroom door.

“Sluggish for what?” Vernon Desiree saw Harry show up at the stairwell and yell, “Come down, I have something to say! ”

Harry slipped his hands into his jeans pockets and slowly walked down the stairs.

He came to the living room and found the Dursley family all three.

They went all the way out: Uncle Vernon was wearing a light brown zipper jacket, Aunt Penny was wearing a simple light orange top, and Harry's big, yellow-haired, muscularly developed cousin was wearing a leather jacket.

“Can I help you?” Harry asked.

“Sit down!” Uncle Vernon said Harry raised his eyebrows.

“Please!” said Uncle Vernon hurriedly, frowned as if the word had stung his throat.

Harry sat down and he seemed to guess what was going on.

Uncle started walking around in the room, Aunt Penny and Daryl followed Uncle with their eyes and looked worried. Finally, Uncle Vernon stopped in front of Harry, his big purple face wrinkled and spoke.

“I changed my mind.” He said.

“What a surprise.” Harry said.

“Don't use that tone...” Aunt Penny screamed, and Uncle Vernon waved and told her to shut up.

“It's all bullshit!” Uncle Vernon stared at Harry with a pair of piglet eyes, "I decided not to believe a word. We're not going anywhere. ”

Harry looked up at his uncle and thought he was angry and funny.

Vernon Desiree has changed his mind every 24 hours over the past four weeks.

Every time you change your mind, toss it, get your luggage in the car, get out of the car, and then get in the car.

Harry thought the cutest thing was that Uncle Vernon wanted to bring his luggage back into the trunk of the car, but he didn't know that Daryl had dumbbells in his luggage this time, and he fell to the ground, angry and sore, and yelled at him.

“As you and your godfather put it!” Vernon Desiree said at this moment and started again in the living room, "We, Penny, Darry and I, are all in danger, from, from...”

“Some of us, yes.” Harry said.

“Hmm, I don't believe it.” Uncle Vernon said it again, stopping again in front of Harry, "I didn't sleep last night, thinking about this must be a conspiracy to take over the house. ”

“The house?” Harry asked, "What house? ”

“This house!” Uncle Vernon screamed, the blood vessels on his forehead began to beat suddenly, “our house! Home prices have risen dramatically around here! You want to take us away and make a little ghost trick, without waiting for us to understand, the name on the deed becomes yours, ah, it must be so, you and your unemployed godfather must be spying on our house, I can see it all...”

Harry was stunned for a second and was not angry. Instead, he thought his uncle was so stupid that he was hopelessly stupid.

Gold in Sirius vaults can buy dozens of such houses if you wish, not including the property of the Black family.

They let them leave for this shitty house, how could it be!

“Are you confused?” Harry sighed and asked, "Conspiring to take over the house? Are you really as stupid as you are? ”

“How dare you!” Aunt Penny screamed.

Vernon waved at her again and told her to shut up, as if some insults to her appearance were nothing compared to the dangers he perceived.

“As far as I know, my godfather already has a house, the ancestral home of their family, and probably more than one, and I'm staying with him in the future.” Harry said patiently, "So what do I need this house for? For all the pleasant things that have happened here in the last 16 years? ”