The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Harry was wearing a turtleneck sweater, the hem of which reached to the knees of the extremely baggy jeans, and he rolled up his sleeves, lying on the bed bored in every possible way.

The clothes had been torn by Dudley's fat man, and Vernon and Petunia threw the unwanted clothes to Harry.

It's only been a week since the summer vacation, but for him, he doesn't know how many years it will take to escape from this cage.

He had just separated from his godfather, and he was already thinking about what gift he would receive for his birthday. He seemed to have something to look forward to in his life, but Harry later found out that Ron's mouse was Wormtail.

But Harry didn't tell Ron... there was no need for that.

'If he knew the mouse he was holding was a man, he'd throw up... right? ' he thought cheerfully, with his arms behind his head, looking at the orange lights overhead.

How would Headmaster Dumbledore spend his vacation?Will he go to the beach like Cyrus and President Hermione?He imagined Dumbledore lying on the sand in his long gray robe, suntan lotion on his hooked nose.

He was lying on the bed with his right foot over his left knee, hitting the wall like a rubber ball, and catching it as it bounced back...Suddenly there was a creaking sound from the stairs, and Dudley's exclamation.

This made Harry wonder if the last time he heard Dudley yell when he came back with his final report card, it was because Petunia Dursley put him on a diet.

The door was suddenly pulled open, and Harry subconsciously sat up, raised his right arm, kicked his right foot, and kicked back the opened piece of floor, hiding the snacks inside.

Inside were the small cakes and desserts Neville, Ron and the others gave him before they left, as well as the multi-flavored beans given by Professor Dumbledore.

Of course, the rock cake Hagrid gave, besides being able to hit people, he doesn't know what else it can do... to block spells?You can give it a try.

"Cyrus?! Didn't I remember that I slept at Vernon's house?" Harry thought he was dreaming and rubbed his eyes.

"Haha! Look who it is? Isn't this our famous Harry Potter, the star Seeker of Quidditch? If you are seen by George now, I'm afraid you will be disqualified from the party"

Cyrus looked at the attic:

Not big, except for a light bulb hanging above the bed, there is only one tiny window that lets sunlight in.

The two admission letters to Hogwarts were perfectly preserved by Harry, and the receiving addresses on them were 'stair storage room' and 'smallest bedroom' respectively.

There is a huge wooden box at the foot of the bed, in addition to the dusty cauldron, there are various Quidditch books and black school uniforms; there are two Firebolts and a broken Nimbus under the bed 2000.

"Come in! You'll be found!" Harry thought he had come here secretly.

"Don't worry, Harry... Hermione and I paid the price for an autograph." Cyrus smiled relaxedly, "Take it as my birthday present to you in advance."

Harry's birthday is at the end of July during the summer holidays.

Too bad... otherwise he'd be partying every year at school, and Cyrus was sure George and Fred would love to party in the Gryffindor common room.

"What do you mean... Shall we go hang out?"

"You'll know when you come out!"

Harry, who was still in a daze, was dragged out by Cyrus. He walked down from the roof of the Dursley's house, and found Dudley sitting on the steps. When he saw Harry coming down, he immediately ran away in horror. to the side.

In the main hall used to receive guests, Hermione sat on a chair with Professor Dumbledore beside him, while Vernon and Petunia sat opposite them.

The atmosphere was too tense, and there was a huge gap between the indifferent Hermione and the kind Dumbledore.

What's happening here?Could it be that Professor Dumbledore found out his conscience and finally wanted to take him away?Harry looked at him expectantly, as long as the headmaster said: Harry, let's go.

He immediately ran upstairs, packed his luggage, dragged the box, and left here with the cage containing Hedwig.

"Lose weight in a week? You don't look like you need to lose weight." Dumbledore smiled at him, which made Vernon's wrinkles deepen.

"Professor, can I live with Sirius?!"

"If you want Harry to live with a murderer, please do so as soon as possible! But let me tell you in advance that it's none of our business!" Vernon was furious and trembling.

"I'm afraid not, Harry... I just happened to come to see you, and... his godfather is not a murderer." Dumbledore said calmly, "Vernon, we came with good intentions."

"Good intentions? A strange old man! He suddenly broke in with those two... novel writers?" Petunia said while looking nervously at the window from time to time, "Is this your kindness?"

She seemed worried that the neighbors would pay attention in the next second, after all... Dumbledore's outfit was quite noticeable on the road.

"Mom! They are the authors of The Hobbit!" Dudley said angrily, holding the book.

"My question, honey," Aunt Petunia said in a trembling voice, "so what? What are you trying to do... If you're going to threaten us with a murderer, I'm going to call the police now!"

She pushed a lump of meat upstairs——Dudley, muttering patiently, "Little boy, go up and read a book first... Yes, you're going to get an autograph, it's amazing..."

Harry had never been in such a good mood. He changed into clothes that fitted him well, and went out temporarily at the direction of Headmaster Dumbledore. He waited for them at the Dursley's door.

He whistled lightly, pretending to be calm and walked out of Vernon's narrowed pupils.

Now that Dumbledore could finally talk, he pushed away the plate of sugar-free grapefruit, wiped his half-moon glasses with a white cloth, breathed on them, and said:

"Petunia, why do you have to feel sorry for a child?"

Vernon saw Cyrus looking lazily at the wall of the living room, he didn't know what to think of this kid, but the impression wouldn't be too good... After all, Cyrus' father gave him a punch, and he was a wizard.

The inner respect for Cyrus as a novelist who won the award also disappeared, and he subconsciously thought that Cyrus must have played a trick to win the award.

"I don't understand what you mean." She looked at the professor coldly.

"You obviously don't have this aspect..."

"I'm an ordinary person with a family!" Petunia, who was not around Dudley, lost all patience, her eyes were filled with anger and fear, "It's not...those-monsters!"

Vernon was angry and wanted to drive these people away loudly, but Cyrus said: "Then do you think it's right to treat Harry like this? Living under a staircase? Attic? At least treat him like a human being."

Annie Klein might have been an asshole before, but at least he said sorry, even though he knew he couldn't make it up.

"It's enough for us to raise him." Vernon gritted his teeth and said, "If possible, I don't want to have anything to do with you -- Petunia and I have no such obligation!"

He held his wife's hand tightly, perhaps worried that the sound would attract his son's observation, and he looked at the empty stairs again.

"If I didn't happen to be here today, maybe... I don't know what's going on with Harry, Petunia, think of Lily." Dumbledore's eyes flickered behind half-moon glasses.

"Don't call that name in front of me...she's - just - a witch who likes to get around!"

Petunia deliberately diverted her attention, so she picked up the vase on the table, which was filled with petunias.

"You are abusing children," Hermione said annoyedly, "You must know your crimes in Europe...Once someone reports it, no one will sue you."

Indeed, child abusers in European and American families, once proven, are bound to lose in court, and no lawyer would accept such a sure-to-lose lawsuit to add an embarrassing sum to his resume.

Vernon's big purplish red face twitched slightly as he gritted his teeth.

"If it wasn't for Petunia's insistence, I would rather throw him into the orphanage." But despite this, he still didn't mean to blame Petunia, "He's just like his father, glib and... annoying!"

"Wait...wait a minute, even if Harry's father is a heinous bastard, what does it have to do with him?" Cyrus squatted at the back of the yard.

"It's not just him, I hate all of you..." Penny said blankly, "We don't want to have anything to do with you so-called 'wizards'"

She seemed to maintain a high degree of cleanliness about everything around her. She wiped the vase in her hand again and again, and kept her eyes on the windows and doorways, noticing the eyes of every passerby.

"On Harry's matter, if you want to talk to ordinary people, I will pass it on to the government. I believe they will be happy to help a 'savior'" Cyrus put a postcard on the table.

Vernon Dursley had to pay attention, because the writing and numbering were too conspicuous.

"Are you threatening me?" He looked at the house number and the stamp of the British government, his fat body trembling with fear.

"No, there is no threat, just conveying a fact to you... You can have better benefits, but only if you are at least as friendly to Harry as a normal person"

Hermione had never seen Cyrus' serious negotiating appearance before. She couldn't help but stare blankly, and nodded in satisfaction with her future plans.

Sure enough, her Cyrus is indeed suitable for foreign government affairs.

"What—meaning?" Although Klein's punch made him have a bad impression of Cyrus, the other party was not angry from the beginning to the end, and even gave his son an autograph.

Under the attack of interests and attitudes, as well as Cyrus's own social halo, Vernon became a little bit calmer.

But it's just not so much yelling, after all, Cyrus' dual identities of 'wizard' and 'government seal' still make him unable to choose.

"Literally, that's what you think... Maybe you can buy him a new suit, feed him some decent food, and don't act like that - jerk..." Cyrus looked at Headmaster Dumbledore.

"If this is the case, you can treat it as a... transaction, so be it." Dumbledore looked at the mechanical watch on Hermione's wrist, "By the way, you don't need to disturb Harry's meal today "

Although his voice was not loud and gentle, it gave people an irresistible meaning.

So Vernon picked up the business card on the table and walked back to the study, as if he wanted to check its authenticity on purpose, leaving only the unusually indifferent Petunia in the living room.

"I don't understand, if Harry's living environment is so bad, why not let him move out?" Hermione didn't rush to open the door, but asked him puzzled, "He can even buy a new house in the wizarding world."

"James and Lily sacrificed their lives to protect Harry. He can only and must live in a family with blood in order not to be discovered"

"Is this really 'home' to Harry?"

"Harry's magic comes from his mother's 'love'. For Lily Evans, this is indeed home." Dumbledore's words revealed disappointment.

Because of the source, it wasn't Harry that mattered, but his mother, Lily Evans.

(Fair fact: Vernon and James met, but ended up breaking up; the attitude change of the Dursleys only started gradually in the Order of the Phoenix, because Harry saved Dudley

For Petunia and Vernon, it is the most painful and the most face-to-face thing for the person they hate the most to save the person they love the most, including Dudley himself. )