HP Magic Biography

Oh, yes, said Skeeter, nodding his head enthusiastically, I've devoted a whole chapter to the relationship between Dumbledore and Potter. It's called unhealthy, even a little sinister. relationship. I feel that if I say one more thing, your readers will have to buy my book if they want to know the whole story. But what I just said undoubtedly refers to Dumbledore's abnormality towards Potter. Whether that was his greatest interest in the boy... yes, you will find out in my book. There is no doubt that Harry had a troubled adolescence.

(As we all know, Dumbledore may have some improper relationship with his friend Grindelwald, and now it is Harry...)

Of course, I asked her if she was still in touch with Harry Potter, the interview with whom she had made a name for herself last year: a groundbreaking interview in which Potter was convinced the You-Know-Who was back.

Oh, yes. We've grown closer, Skeeter said. Poor Potter has few real friends, and we meet at a time when he's facing the most critical challenge of his life... which is the Triwizard Tournament. Sai. I'm probably the only one who really understands Harry Potter.

I ably lead the conversation into the many rumors surrounding Dumbledore's final moments. Did Skeeter believe Potter was there when Dumbledore died?

Oh, I don't want to say too much, it's all in my book. But many witnesses in Hogwarts castle have seen Potter fall on Dumbledore...or jump off, be pushed off Then ran away from the scene. Potter later also testified against Severus Snape, a man who was notorious and jealous of him. Is it all really as they appear? It takes Everyone decides...once they read my book.

After finishing all tempting records, I left. No one doubts that Skeeter is a superb salesman. By then, Dumbledore's many admirers will tremble at what has been revealed about their hero.

Harry swallowed his anger and read the entire article, but still stared blankly at the newspaper. As if he was about to vomit, strong disgust and anger ignited from his body, he crumpled up the newspaper and threw it out, smashing it hard against the corner of the wall, and went with the trash that was already full out of the trash can.

Harry began to stride blindly up and down the room,

Opening empty drawers, picking up books and putting them back in the pile... Barely knowing what he was doing, the made-up phrases from Rita's essay echoed in his head: It took a whole chapter To tell about the relationship between Dumbledore and Potter...unhealthy, even a bit sinister...he dabbled in the dark arts as a young man...I got a source that most journalists would trade wands for...

Lie! Harry yelled, and through the window he saw the neighbor pause briefly, then restart the mower, looking up nervously.

Harry sat down heavily on the bed. The broken mirror was shaking not far from him, and he picked it up and tossed it in his hand, thinking of Dumbledore and Rita's lies against him... There was a bright blue light flashing And then, stunned, Harry ran his fingers over the jagged edges again.

He saw...he had to do something.

He looked behind him, and the walls were the sickly peach color Aunt Petunia had picked: there wasn't anything blue here that reflected in the mirror. He stared at the shard of mirror again, but this time he saw nothing but his own glowing green eyes looking at him.

It was just a hallucination, there was no other explanation; he saw it because he had been thinking about his dead headmaster. If anything was certain, it was that Albus Dumbledore's blue eyes of wisdom were no longer looking deeply at him.

Harry was very clear about this.

Dumbledore has been integrated with Hogwarts forever. He lies peacefully on the island of the Black Lake, guarded by the mermaids in his sleep.

Every time he thinks of this, Harry can't help but think about the days when Dumbledore was still there.

The slamming of the front door carried upstairs, and a voice growled, Hey, boy!

However, after sixteen years of being called around, Harry, of course, didn't respond immediately at this moment. His Uncle Dursley was always like this. Ever since he found out that he couldn't cast magic outside of school, his behavior started again. Gradually become presumptuous.

However, he didn't dare to push Harry too hard.

Forcing a wizard, maybe something will happen.

Harry was still looking at the long and narrow shattered mirror. For a moment, he thought he saw Dumbledore's eyes, but in a trance, Harry felt that it didn't look like it, like Dumbledore, or...

It wasn't until Uncle Vernon yelled Boy! that Harry slowly got out of bed and walked towards the bedroom door. On the way, he put the broken lens into the travel bag he was about to take away.

Don't dawdle! Vernon Dursley yelled at Harry on the stairs, Come down, I have something to say.

Harry put his hands in his pockets indifferently, and walked slowly down the stairs. He looked around the living room and found that all three of the Dursleys were there. They were dressed as if they were going out: Uncle Vernon in a battered jacket, and Dudley... Harry's big, blond, muscular cousin in a leather jacket.

What's wrong? Harry asked.

Sit down! said Uncle Vernon.

Harry raised his eyebrows. Please! Uncle Vernon added, wincing slightly, as if the words were hard to say.

Harry sat down, thinking he already knew what was going to happen next. His uncle started pacing up and down, and both Aunt Petunia and Dudley looked at him expectantly.

Finally, Uncle Vernon scrunched up his big purple face, stopped in front of Harry, and said, I've changed my mind.

That's surprising, said Harry sarcastically.

You use that tone... Aunt Petunia said in that sharp voice, but Uncle Vernon stopped her with a wave of his hand.

That's all nonsense, said Uncle Vernon, looking at Harry with his little pig eyes. I'm not going to believe a word of it. We're going to stay here and not go anywhere.

Harry looked at his uncle, feeling both annoyed and amused. For the past four weeks, Uncle Vernon had changed his mind every 24 hours, putting his luggage in the car, taking it out, putting it in again, repeating every change of mind.

Harry's favorite one was when Uncle Vernon didn't know that Dudley had put the dumbbells in a box the last time he was packing, so he lifted the box up to put it in the boot of the car, only to - he screamed and cursed in pain He stumbled.

It's all because of you, said Uncle Vernon, pacing the living room again, we... Petunia, Dudley and I... were in danger because of those... those... ...

'Our kind,' eh? said Harry.

I don't believe it anyway, repeated Uncle Vernon, stopping in front of Harry again. I thought about it most of the night last night, and I'm sure it's a conspiracy to get the house.

House? Harry repeated, as if hearing some good joke. What house?

This is the house! screamed Uncle Vernon, the veins on his forehead throbbing and his face flushed. Our house! Now the house prices here are soaring! You want to pay us all, and then use some tricks Ruse, the house was yours while we were still in the dark, and then...

Then what? Harry held back his anger.

Then to throw us out, and then to inherit our...

Are you crazy? Harry asked, to get this house? Have you got a head? Are you really as stupid as you look? Like a fat pig, stuffed with sweet lock up?

How dare you...! Aunt Petunia screamed, but Vernon stopped her again, his expression fearless.

I think, lest you forget, said Harry, my parents have left me a whole treasury, and my godfather has left me a house. How could I want you? For good memories here?

There was a silence in the room. Harry felt he had overpowered his uncle in this debate.

You claim, said Uncle Vernon, pacing again, that what the hell is coming here?

Voldemort, said Harry impatiently, we've discussed it a hundred times. That's not my claim, it's the truth. Dumbledore told you last year, and so did Kingsley and Mr. Weasley , He came here, in his eyes, you are just like the stains on the shoes, which can be wiped off at will, but I think he may just rub it here, on the floor here.

Uncle Vernon shrugged his shoulders angrily. Harry guessed that his uncle must be trying to get rid of the memory of those uninvited guests. During Harry's first few days of summer vacation, two adult wizards - Kingsley Shacklebolt The visit of Arthur Weasley was a very unpleasant accident for the Dursleys.

Harry had to admit that, anyway, Mr. Weasley had ruined half the Dursleys' drawing room, and his revisit would never have pleased Uncle Vernon.

Kingsley and Mr. Weasley have explained it very clearly, Harry pointed out coldly, Once I turn seventeen, the magic that protects me will no longer work, which means you will be exposed just like me. Come out. The Order of the Phoenix is ​​sure that Voldemort will make you a target, that he will torture you to try to find me, or that he thinks that if he takes you hostage, I will rescue you.

Uncle Vernon's and Harry's eyes met, and Harry was sure they were thinking the same thing at that moment.

Uncle Vernon continued to pace, and Harry said patiently, You guys have to hide. The Order of the Phoenix will help you and give you the best protection.

Uncle Vernon said nothing, just walked up and down. The sun had set below the fence on Privet Drive, and the next-door neighbor's lawn mower had stopped again.

Don't you have a Ministry of Magic? said Uncle Vernon suddenly.

That's right. Harry was a little surprised by Uncle Vernon's knowledge of the wizarding world.

So, why don't they come to protect us? In my opinion, as innocent victims, we have no crime other than harboring a guy of concern, and we have the right to be protected by the government!

Harry couldn't help it, he laughed out loud. It was typical Uncle Vernon, even though he despised and mistrusted the world, he still put his hope in some organization, just like Uncle Vernon believed that some disputes could be solved by the police.

Mr. Weasley and Kingsley have told you, Harry repeated, that we think the Ministry has been corrupted by them.

Uncle Vernon strode back to the fireplace, sucking in a breath so hard that his big black beard rippled, and his purple face was still wrinkled.

Well, he said, stopping in front of Harry again, well, for the sake of this argument, we accept their protection, but I still don't see why the Kingsley kid can't protect us .”

Harry tried hard to control the urge to roll his eyes, but it was very difficult, and the issue had also been discussed several times.

I told you, he said through gritted teeth, Kingsley wants to protect Ma... I mean, your Prime Minister.

Obviously, he's the best! said Uncle Vernon, pointing to the blank TV screen. The Dursleys had seen on the news that Kingsley had accompanied the Muggle Prime Minister on a hospital visit.

Kingsley's complete knack for dressing like a Muggle, combined with his reassuringly slow, deep voice, made Kingsley look special to the Dursleys, even though they had never met him Lay wearing earrings.

He already has an assignment, said Harry, but Hestia Jones and Dedalore Diggle are better suited for the job.

If we've seen their resumes... Uncle Vernon just said, Harry lost his patience, walked in front of his uncle, stared at the TV alone and said: Those accidents that look like accidents are not accidents... All the crashes, explosions, train derailments, and everything that has happened since the last time we saw the news is not. People disappearing and dying are behind the scenes... Voldemort. I told you again and again, he Kills without batting an eyelid. Even the fog... that's made by dementors, if you don't remember what they are, ask your son!

Dudley suddenly put his hands over his mouth, and under the watchful eyes of his parents and Harry, he slowly put his hands down and asked, Do they have... more?

More? Harry laughed. More than the two who attacked us, do you want to ask that? Of course! There are hundreds, maybe thousands of them now, living on fear and desperation...

Well, well, don't be scary, murmured Uncle Vernon, you've made it clear.

Hopefully, said Harry, because once I'm seventeen, all those things... Death Eaters, Dementors, and maybe Inferi, which are dead bodies controlled by dark wizards, those things may find you and attack you. If you remember the last time you tried to get rid of the wizard, I think you will agree to help.

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