HP monster

The white-bearded old man smiled gently when Harry introduced him, probably because of the brightly colored clothes and white beard as a foil, he looked very energetic and did not have the old-fashioned feeling unique to the elderly.In terms of feeling, he is an amazing person.

"Harry said you were invisible," he said straight to the point.I gave Harry a hard look...Damn brat, didn't you know the other party's good or bad, so you confessed all your old stories? "No, no, it's not Harry's fault, in fact he didn't say it in the first place... trust me, I mean no harm, I mean, shall we sit and talk? Oh yes, because of a little trickery," He smiled and took out a batch of potion bottles that looked like those used before the industrial revolution, shook the black and tumbling liquid inside, looked into my eyes accurately and said, "It's amazing, but with It does allow me to see and communicate with you for a short time. As it is now, you can talk as much as you want, and I can hear you. Oh Harry, you can come a little too, I believe it is necessary."

It seems that all important leaders will do some dispensable preparations before their talks. In short, after he handed the potion to Harry and told him the dosage, Harry frowned and pinched his nose. He took a sip very sadly. , Then he looked at me in a daze and showed another stupid look.

The old man named Dumbledore took a long breath and spoke slowly.

"Thanks Merlin, it seems that both of you are doing well." I can feel that this sentence contains a lot of past that Harry and I don't understand, and it is so heavy that I can't breathe.After saying this, he was silent for a long time, to the point where I couldn't even guess whether he was planning the next topic or hiding something.Until Harry was about to lose his composure and wanted to say something, I thought, he probably woke up suddenly after seeing Harry's eagerness to try.He smiled peacefully twice, dispelling the frozen air in the room due to the long silence.

He said: "Harry, I know you might prefer to stay with Diggas, but if you can, go back to the Dursleys' house and say you're safe. Although their attitude towards magic has always been a bit paranoid, after you disappeared On the third day, they dared to send a letter to the Ministry of Magic."

He said: "Harry, I'm sure you know what that means...they're good people."

It can be seen that the purpose of his trip is for Harry who ran away from home. Of course, looking at the kid’s expression, he knows that his purpose of this trip has been achieved. Harry’s expression is complicated, as if he swallowed a whole lemon or stuffed it in his mouth. Full of ice cubes.Dumbledore stood up, took the scarf that he put on the sofa when he came, and wrapped it around his neck, "Well, people are afraid of the cold when they are old, so... today's meeting is very pleasant, and I wish us good luck in September. Goodbye will be just as good."

"What are you not going to explain?!" I looked at the old man who was about to leave like this in disbelief, "About my identity, who are my parents, what will I do in the future... and! Since you have This potion, you must be able to solve my problem? A little, a small problem for you?" I made a little gesture with the index finger and thumb of my right hand.

"Don't worry, my child." His eyes were hidden behind half-moon lenses, staring straight at me. "The time has come. Everything you want to know will be answered. Don't worry. And the little question you said?" He He took out two bottles of potions and stuffed them to Harry, "These are enough for September, as long as you don't break them carelessly... Oh yes, you will receive a notice and welcome another wizard in July Leading you into the world of magic. Children, your little problems will naturally be solved when you enter Hogwarts in September."

He repeated over and over again, don't worry.

When he finally stepped out of the room, he also turned to me and said firmly and unquestionably: Don't worry.

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Of course I'm in no hurry.

of course not.

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It’s not too bad to have a cohabiting guy. The house is cleaned every day, and there are people who prepare three meals for you without repeating the same. I just need to sit in front of Mr. Locke and dismantle the machine and squeeze the villain What a day has passed... Although this sounds extremely depraved, but I am still the introductory course of the mother tongue of the kid, right?God knows why this kid looks like an illiterate when he is so old.

To put it bluntly, since Dumbledore came, the illiterate kid has not been very happy.

For example, when cooking, I often forget to put salt or spread half a bottle of salt on a fried egg.

This is really... unbearable.

"Harry." I put down the newly found remote control, turned off Mr. Locke, and sat cross-legged in front of the kid who was hugging the cushion and dazed on the sofa.He woke up suddenly, hurriedly turned over the overturned textbook, and flipped through a few pages in a panic, "I, I'm reading." He tried to quibble.

I didn't even bother to give him a blank stare.I reached out to take the textbook in his hand and threw it aside, I stared at him until he moved his butt unnaturally.

"I said," I tried to use a meaningful tone to emphasize a more serious point, but obviously the kid couldn't stand this, and his brow was covered with sweat, "well, to make a long story short, if you are really worried about the Dursleys , or simply go back by yourself or send a letter back to keep you safe, how about it?"

He immediately showed an expression of swallowing a fly, "Don't, don't, Dikas, you drive me away?"

"I'm almost driven out of Parkinson's syndrome by your sigh baby," Wang Tian rolled his eyes fiercely again, "Well, if you insist. I won't come back for dinner tonight, you just need to prepare one."

"Dickas?"

Let him figure out for himself where he needs to live for the next few months... at least it seems like we're going to wizard school starting in September.But the catastrophic memories brought to Harry by the Dursley family obviously cannot be offset by Dumbledore's two words.In any case, it’s fine to let the kid tangle himself, I think, I should be magnanimous and give him room to sigh, I just hope that when he comes back again, the carbon dioxide will not corrode his leg hair.

With nothing to do, I wrapped myself in a cotton padded coat and sat quietly in the park, watching a few white pigeons flying around in search of grain at noon.It wasn't until the exercisers arrived at [-] o'clock in the evening that they found a piece of thinner snow and left quietly. I think it's better for me to sit in the theater, because it's too cold outside...

The crowd filled the ticket office, I frowned impatiently, and took a step forward as much as I could.After a pause for a few seconds, the crowd dispersed again, leaving only those far away from me.The corners of my lips curled up, I walked over and took a ticket from the conductor at a very fast speed, walked in swaggeringly like the second generation ancestor of the upstart, found my seat, and sat on the soft chair with my legs crossed.

On the stage is a British historical drama in the middle of the last century, and maybe there is also a little emotional drama, shouting and killing, a bunch of people come up and a bunch of people go down, making noise in the theater endlessly.

Indeed, it is noise.

I've never thought stage play was so boring, or maybe it's my psychology at work, if I don't go back and see Potter... I mean that little monster.

...At least go back quickly and see if he ruined my Mr. Locke by wandering into the puzzle.

Yes, I am for my Mr. Locke.

I quickly left the theater and rushed back to the house that belonged to me. I found Harry's shoes still at the door, and I was relieved for no reason.

"Harry." While changing his slippers, he walked into the back room to find the kid who was still depressed before going out.No one would have guessed that this kid was hiding in a cupboard that I never paid attention to... What's wrong with it?It's hard for him to figure out a good way to fit himself in without breaking other things and keeping his feet from resting on top of the bowl.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Dickas..." He looked at me hesitantly, "I mean, we haven't chatted with pen and paper for a long time, haven't we?" He became a little smarter, at least now.Before I interrupted him, he had quickly prepared a pen and paper, and looked at me expectantly with his watery eyes blinking.

This is really hard to say no to.

He bit the tip of the pen and frowned for a while, then quickly wrote a long list on the paper, thanking me for being half of his mother tongue enlightener. You can roughly see his willingness to leave.

Of course, he repeated it three times in three grammars to show that he just wanted to go back and be safe and be right back.

But thinking of the Dursley family's attitude towards him, I feel that this will is so weak and vulnerable under the hegemony.

He stuffed the pen into my hand, expecting me to write a long list like a fool like him.Furious anger gushed up in an instant, I quickly stood up and put my hands on the table, bent down and placed my face at the same height as Harry and very close to it, "Are you trying to tell me that you can get from two Escape through the gaps in the fat man's body and still have the strength to open the door of their house later to let your short legs make the most of your short legs and escape to my house without anyone seeing?"

"I……"

"Quickly throw away your stupid idea, do you want everyone to know that there is a monster like me living on this street?"

"No, Dickas! I can escape and hide somewhere else for the night without being discovered by anyone."

"Stop, stop everything you can think of to solve! You only have two choices now, either stay with me until the semester begins and be taken to the wizarding school he said by the bearded man, or drive back to Dursley with all your heart Home, show up to me at the beginning of term or don't show up in my face again? Okay?"

"Come on, Dikas, I think we can make a compromise..."

"What do you want to tell me about your so-called good idea?"

"I mean... I need your help."

He suddenly raised his head and smiled confidently at me.

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