Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Chapter 135 Moving

Seconds later, Dumbledore and Anriel were in the Dursleys' living room.

"Sir, do you want me to speak or should I?"

Anriel asked Dumbledore, who tilted his head pretending to think:

"Let me do it."

Then Dumbledore turned to Vernon Dursley and Petunia Dursley, who were still horrified, and after half a second of hesitation, he said:

"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, I'm so sorry to have startled you...

We have taken the liberty of visiting you today to discuss an old matter that happened fourteen years ago."

Dumbledore waved his wand casually, and a wine bottle and four wine glasses appeared in the air.

"Sugden Cherry Aged Whisky."

Anriel next to him frowned suddenly and looked at the wine bottle in the air with a serious look.

Old man, do you have bad intentions in bringing this thing out?

The biggest feature of Singleton whisky is its mellowness.

This is still fruit wine... or magic aged wine...

If you give it to a Muggle to drink...I guess he will just pour it out in one sip, right?

Anriel raised his hand, took the half glass of whiskey, put it to his nose and sniffed it.

Confirmed, one drink to get drunk.

He looked up at the dumbfounded Dursleys:

"Why, you don't want to drink? Don't you like it?"

The two looked at Anriel with a mixture of fear and anger - as for why they didn't just glare...

Don't you want to?

Dumbledore looked at Anriel in surprise, a little curious about what he experienced the last time he came here, or what he did?

"You two, we are here to arrange new care for your nephew...oh..."

Dumbledore smiled and quickly produced two felt mats and several cushions.

Anriel raised his hands at the same time and took away the two wine glasses from the Dursleys.

In astonishing unison, the two men fell backwards, stars in their eyes.

Anriel looked at the wine glass in his hand and took a sip:

"Hmm... the fragrance lingers on your lips and teeth, leaving a lasting aftertaste."

Excellent wine.

It's a bargain for Dursley.

It seemed that Dumbledore knew how annoying this Muggle family was, and the old man didn't want to have anything to do with this family.

"The boy who eavesdropped outside the door, come in."

Anriel snapped his fingers, and the lock of the door leading to the outside clicked open. Harry Potter, who was eavesdropping on the door, fell in and fell to the ground.

"Pack all your things, everything..."

Anriel said briskly:

"The moment you've been dreaming about is about to come - are you happy? Are you happy?"

"Alright, alright, stop teasing him..."

Dumbledore stopped Anriel's joke in time. After settling the Dursleys, he turned to Harry Potter and said:

"Mr. Potter, I am happy to tell you a piece of good news -

Because according to my intelligence, this family, your only surviving relative... doesn't seem to treat you very well."

Anriel interjected:

"Rather, it's very bad?"

"That's it."

Dumbledore didn't mind Anriel interrupting him at all, and after confirming his statement, he continued:

"And now you are about to leave this house where you have lived for more than a decade ... and no longer call this place home."

Dumbledore took a deep breath, as if waiting for Harry to accept this statement.

"When you no longer call this house home, the protective spell your mother cast to protect you...will be completely ineffective.

I have to admit, this is much earlier than I thought..."

Harry saw Dumbledore nodded meaningfully, and Anriel beside him shrugged.

"I once naively thought that as long as you were alive, that was more important than anything else... I want to apologize to you, Harry."

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, his gray beard fluttering in front of him.

"I once naively put your happiness and joy and your life on the two ends of the scale, and thought without hesitation that the part of life should be heavier and more important.

But now, with Anriel's guidance, I understand something, which makes me realize that your happy growth seems to be no less important than protecting your life."

Dumbledore's blue eyes stared at Harry through his half-moon spectacles, and Harry felt dazed.

He didn't know what the look called "pity" in Dumbledore's eyes meant.

Anriel narrowed his eyes on the sofa next to him.

“And now, I have a choice.

It allows you to regain the feeling of a real family that you have never had, without reducing the level of your magical protection.

I think your godfather, our Sirius, would risk his own life to save yours."

Harry finally understood why Dumbledore and Andril came here today.

Anriel saw that his hands and feet were shaking slightly with excitement.

Apparently Dumbledore saw it too, and his brows relaxed a little.

"Well, I am here today to ask for your wishes... although the answer seems to be predetermined..."

Dumbledore turned to Harry in a very serious tone:

"Harry Potter, are you willing to leave the Dursleys, leave number 4 Privet Drive where you have lived for thirteen years, and live with your godfather, Sirius Black, whom you first met last year?"

......

"I do! Of course I do!"

Harry shouted without hesitation, without even a moment's hesitation -

Because even the slightest hesitation is an affirmation of the Dursleys' moral standards.

Anriel looked at Dumbledore with a look that said, "See what I said?"

Dumbledore chuckled twice:

"Well, if that's your choice...

Your new home is in Nottingham, Nottinghamshire, northwest of London and northeast of Birminghamshire, parallel to Boston.”

Harry nodded blankly. It seemed that he had no clear understanding of the geographical layout of Britain.

"Sirius has gone to make arrangements. I'm sure you'll be fine there."

Dumbledore ended his speech with this meaningless, general blessing.

"Okay...now, let's finish your decision - and that is to leave this house."