HP meets at Hogwarts

At ten o'clock at night, on Privet Drive in downtown London, the street lights of the entire street suddenly went out.Someone rang the doorbell of No. 4 Privet Drive.

Dumbledore and a man in a gray linen robe, mask, hood and glasses stood in the doorway.They clearly heard a rude male voice from the living room on the first floor, "Damn it, who is calling the door so late?"

The door opened, and a fat, jawless man stood in the doorway in striped pajamas.Dumbledore said politely, "Good evening. You must be Mr. Dursley. I'm sure Harry told you I was coming to fetch him, didn't he?"

But Dursley didn't speak, just stared blankly at the person who came, as if he couldn't believe what his small eyes saw.

"From the look of surprise and disbelief on your face, Harry didn't tell you that I was coming," said Dumbledore kindly and easily. "However, let us assume that you have warmly invited us into your home. Now Times are turbulent, and it's not wise to linger too long at the gate."

Dumbledore glanced at Ann, and Ann and he quickly crossed the threshold and closed the door.

There were eager footsteps on the stairs, and Harry stood at the head of the stairs in casual clothes.

"It's been a long time since I've been here," said Dumbledore. "Your agapanthus are in full bloom, I must admit."

Vernon Dursley said nothing.

Dumbledore turned to Harry again. "Ah, good evening, Harry."

Harry looked from Dumbledore to the gray man standing next to him.

"I'll introduce you to this particular person later," said Dumbledore. "Ah, this must be Petunia."

The kitchen door opened, and there stood Harry's aunt, wearing rubber gloves and a dressing gown over a dressing gown, obviously cleaning up just now, but now her long horse face was full of horror.

"Albus Dumbledore." Seeing that Vernon hadn't introduced him, Dumbledore said, "Of course, we communicated by letter."

Petunia turned pale all of a sudden, but she didn't dispute this statement.

"This must be your son Dudley?"

A big head protruded from the door of the living room, with a head of yellow hair on it.His mouth was opened wide in surprise and fear.

Dumbledore waited a moment, as if to hear what the Dursleys had to say, and smiled at their continued silence.

"May we assume that you have invited me into your living room?"

Dudley stepped aside hastily as Dumbledore passed.Harry jumped down the last few stairs and followed Dumbledore into the living room, binoculars and sneakers in hand.The gray-robed man followed Dumbledore about two steps behind, and then stood in the corner of the living room with his arms folded.

Dumbledore sat down in the armchair closest to the fireplace and surveyed the room with good-natured interest.He looked completely out of place with his surroundings.

"Shall we—shall we go, sir?" Harry asked anxiously.

"Go, of course, but there are a few things that need to be discussed first," said Dumbledore. "I think we'd better not talk about these things outside, so I will have to disturb your aunt and uncle for a while."

"What, you?"

Uncle Vernon came into the living room too, Petunia standing beside him, and Dudley hiding behind them both timidly.

"Yes," said Dumbledore curtly, "it is."

Suddenly he drew his wand.With a flick of the wand, the sofa whizzed past, hitting the laps of the three Dursleys.They couldn't stand still for a while, and they all fell on the sofa and rolled into a ball.With another flick of the wand, the sofa swished back to its original place.

"We can be more comfortable, too," said Dumbledore cheerfully.

He put the wand back in his pocket when Harry saw Dumbledore's withered, charred hand.

"Sir—what's the matter—?"

"I'll talk about it later, Harry," said Dumbledore. "Sit down."

Harry sat down on another armchair, and he looked back at the man in gray robe standing in the corner, "Uh, sir, he? Won't you sit?"

The gray-robed man didn't move, as if he didn't listen to Harry.

"It doesn't matter, Harry, just pretend you can't see him." Dumbledore said, he glanced at the three Dursleys and shook his head, "I thought you would let me have something to drink, but now It appears that such expectations are ridiculously optimistic."

With a third flick of the wand, a dirty wine bottle and five glasses appeared in the air.The bottle automatically turned sideways to fill each cup with a honey-yellow liquid, and then the cups floated towards everyone in the room, except the gray-robed man.

"Lady Rosmerta's finest oak-aged mead." Dumbledore raised his glass to Harry, who grabbed his own glass, took a sip, and couldn't help it. He glanced sideways at the gray-robed man in the corner.

The Dursleys exchanged quick, panicked glances before trying to avoid their cups.It's not easy, as the cup keeps bumping their heads lightly to remind them.

"Well, Harry," said Dumbledore, turning to Harry, "now we have a problem that I would like you to help us solve. When I say 'we' I mean the Order of the Phoenix. First, though, I want to tell you , Sirius' will was discovered a week ago, and he left everything he had to you."

Harry's movements visibly paused, "Oh, really."

"Basically it's relatively simple," continued Dumbledore. "You've got a large sum of gold in your account at Gringotts, and you've inherited all of Sirius' personal belongings. There's something wrong with the inheritance." Part of it is—”

"His godfather dead?" Vernon asked loudly from the couch.Dumbledore and Harry both turned to look at him.The glass of mead slapped Vernon's head relentlessly, and he tried desperately to drive it away. "He's dead? His godfather?"

"Yes," said Dumbledore. "The problem now," he continued to Harry as if he hadn't been interrupted, "is that Sirius also left 12 Grimmauld Place to you."

"Leaving him a house?" said Uncle Vernon greedily, narrowing his small eyes, but no one paid any attention to him.

"You can keep it as headquarters," said Harry, "I don't care. You can use it, I don't really need it." Harry never wanted to set foot in 12 Grimmauld Place again if he could.

"That's very generous," said Dumbledore, "but we've vacated the house for the time being."

"why?"

"Well," Dumbledore continued, ignoring Uncle Vernon's mumbling, "tradition in the Black family dictates that the house be passed down from generation to generation to the next male named Black. Sirius was the last of his family." A descendant, because his brother Regulus died before him, and neither of them had children. Although his will clearly stated that he left the house to you, there may be some magic on the place Or a spell, to make sure that no one who isn't a pure-blood takes possession of it."

"It must be," said Harry. "There's a lot of magic in that house."

"Yes," said Dumbledore, "if there is such a spell, then the ownership of this house is likely to belong to the oldest surviving member of the Black family, Sirius' cousin, Bella. Trix Lestrange is gone. (Bellatrix Lestrange was originally named Bellatrix Black, because she married Rodolph Husband's last name.)"

Harry jumped to his feet, rolling his binoculars and sneakers to the ground. "No!" he said.

"Yeah, we sure don't want her to have it either," said Dumbledore calmly. "It's quite complicated. Sirius doesn't own the house anymore, and we don't know about some of the magic we used to put on it, like letting It can't be plotted on the map and so on, and it doesn't work right now. Bellatrix will show up at the door any minute. So we'll just have to move out until the situation is cleared up."

"But how can you find out if I can have it?"

"Fortunately," said Dumbledore, "there is an easy test."

He put the empty glass on the little table beside the chair, and before he could do anything else, Uncle Vernon called out, "Can you get these damned things off of us?"

All three of the Dursleys were covering their heads with their arms, as their glasses were bouncing up and down on their skulls, spilling wine everywhere.

"Oh, sorry," Dumbledore said politely, raising his wand again.The three glasses disappeared in a flash. "But you know, it's more elegant to drink it."

Vernon seemed tempted to say something nasty in retaliation, but he just huddled in the sofa cushions with Aunt Petunia and Dudley, saying nothing, his small eyes fixed on Dumbledore's wand.

"You see," said Dumbledore, turning back to Harry, continuing as if Uncle Vernon hadn't spoken at all, "if you do inherit that house, you will also inherit—"

He swung his wand for the fifth time, and with a loud crack, a house-elf appeared, with a bulging nose, large bat-like ears, and bell-like, bloodshot eyes.He was squatting on the plush rug in the Dursleys' house in filthy rags.Aunt Petunia let out a hair-raising scream, and Dudley quickly lifted his big pink bare feet off the floor, almost above his head, as if he was afraid the monster would follow him. The pant legs of the pajamas seemed to climb up.Uncle Vernon growled, "What the hell is that?"

"Kreacher," Dumbledore continued.

"Kreacher doesn't, Kreacher doesn't, Kreacher doesn't!" hoarsely said the house-elf, stamping his long, wrinkled feet and tugging at his big ears, "Kreacher belongs to Miss Bellatrix, oh yes, Kreacher belongs to the Blacks, Kreacher wants a new mistress, Kreacher doesn't belong to the Potter boy, Kreacher doesn't, don't, don't—"

"As you can see, Harry," Dumbledore raised his voice over Kreacher's incessant screams of "No, no, no," "Kreacher doesn't want to be yours."

"I don't care," Harry repeated, looking at the writhing, stomping house-elf in disgust. "I don't want him."

"Then you'd rather let him fall into the hands of Bellatrix Lestrange? Don't forget, he lived in the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix for the last year!"

Harry stared blankly at Dumbledore.He knew that Kreacher and Bellatrix must never be allowed.Lestrange lived with him, but the thought of Kreacher being his, of being responsible for the guy who had betrayed Sirius, made him sick.

"Give him orders," said Dumbledore. "If he's yours now, he'll have to obey. If you don't want him, we'll have to find some other way to keep him out of his legal mistress." Together."

"Don't, don't, don't, don't!"

Kreacher was literally screaming at the top of his lungs.Harry couldn't think of anything to say, so he yelled, "Kreacher, shut up!"

Suddenly, Kreacher seemed to be choking.He was choking himself, his mouth still moving angrily, his eyes bulging outward.He gasped for breath for a few seconds, then flung himself forward on the carpet, pounding the floor with his hands and feet, in a violent but absolutely silent tantrum.

"Okay, this makes things simple," said Dumbledore happily. "It seems that Sirius is very clear-headed. You are the legal owner of 12 Grimmauld Place and Kreacher."

"I, do I have to take him with me?" Harry asked in horror as Kreacher writhed violently at his feet.

"If you don't want to, you don't have to," said Dumbledore. "I might as well make a suggestion. You can send him to Hogwarts and let him work in the kitchen. That way, the other house-elves will be okay." Watch him."

"Okay," said Harry with relief, "Okay, that's it. Well, Kreacher. I want you to go to Hogwarts and work in the kitchens there with the other house-elves."

Kreacher was lying flat on the ground at this moment, with his feet up in the air, rolling his eyes and looking up at Harry with resentment.Then, with another loud pop, he disappeared.

"Very well," said Dumbledore, "and one more thing about the hippogriff Buckbeak. Hagrid has looked after him since Sirius died, but Buckbeak is yours now." So, if you'd like to make other arrangements..."

"No," said Harry at once, "just let it stay with Hagrid. I think Buckbeak would like that too."

"Hagrid will be very happy." Dumbledore said with a smile. "By the way, for Buckbeak's safety, we have decided to temporarily change his name to Driftwing. Actually, I don't believe the Ministry of Magic will guess that it is what they used to be. The hippogriff for the death sentence. Now, Harry, are your boxes packed?"

"Um……"

"Don't believe I'm really coming?" Dumbledore pointed out sharply.

"I'm going to, uh - pack it up," said Harry quickly, picking up his binoculars and sneakers from the floor.

Dumbledore nodded, "Okay, then I'll wait for you at the door." He stood up, and when he passed the Dursleys, the three of them huddled together.The gray-robed man followed Dumbledore out of the living room and into the hall.

Dumbledore seemed to be very interested in the agapanthus plant at the door, bending slightly to observe.No one spoke for a while on the whole floor.

Ten minutes later, Harry came downstairs with the suitcase in one hand and Hedwig's cage in the other.

"Professor... I'm ready."

"Very well," said Dumbledore, straightening his robes. "It's time for us to go." He turned to the Dursleys and said politely, "See you next time."

But judging by the expressions on the faces of the Dursleys, they hoped never to see each other again.

"Goodbye." Harry said goodbye to the Dursleys hastily, and followed.Dumbledore stopped beside Harry's chest, on which was still Hedwig's birdcage.

"Now we don't want to get in the way with them," he said, pulling out his wand again. "I'll send them to the Burrow, and let them wait for us there." Dumbledore waved his wand, and the box, cage and Hyde Wei suddenly disappeared.The gray-robed man just stood quietly and watched the whole time.

"Now, Harry, get your wand ready," said Dumbledore.

"But, I don't seem to be able to use magic outside of school, sir?"

"In the event of an attack," said Dumbledore, "I allow you to fight back with all the magic and spells you can think of. However, I don't think you need fear an attack tonight."

"Why, sir?"

"Because you're with me," said Dumbledore simply, "it's all right, Harry, now put your hand on my shoulder."

Harry took his wand and put his hand on Dumbledore's shoulder, and then the man in gray robe standing beside him also came over, stood half a step away from Dumbledore, and nodded to Dumbledore.

"Very well," said Dumbledore, "Okay, here we go."

An old war memorial stands in the center of an abandoned village yard on the outskirts of London, along with a few benches.Dumbledore and Harry suddenly Apparated, and a few seconds later, the man in gray also Apparated.

"Are you all right?" Dumbledore asked, looking down at Harry with concern. "It's a feeling that takes getting used to."

"I'm fine," said Harry, rubbing his ears, "but I seem to prefer flying on a broomstick."

Dumbledore smiled, wrapped his traveling cloak tightly around his neck, and said, "This way." He walked briskly, Harry walking beside him, and the gray robed man behind them.They passed an empty tavern and a few houses.From the clock of a nearby church it was almost eleven o'clock.

"Then tell me, Harry," said Dumbledore, "that your scar...does it hurt?"

Harry subconsciously reached his forehead and touched the lightning-shaped scar.

"No," he said, "I've been wondering too. Now I'm on the ground..." Harry glanced back at the gray-robed man and stopped.

"Never mind," said Dumbledore, "he deserves complete confidence."

Harry turned his head back, "Well, um, I thought Voldemort came back and the scar would always be burning hot."

"I don't think as you do," said Dumbledore. "Voldemort has finally realized that you have been able to access his thoughts and emotions, which he finds dangerous. It appears that he has now used Occlumency on you. "

"Well, I'd love to," said Harry harshly.

They turned a corner and passed a telephone box and a bus shelter.Harry turned his head to look at Dumbledore again.

"professor?"

"Harry?"

"Well—where the hell are we?"

"This is the charming village of Budley Barberton, Harry."

"What are we doing here?"

"Oh, by the way, I haven't told you," said Dumbledore. "Well, I can't remember how many times I've said this in the last few years, but there's nothing we can do, and now we're short of another teacher. ...we're here to persuade a retired colleague of mine to come back to work and return to Hogwarts."

"How can I help you, sir?"

"Oh, I think we'll put you to use," said Dumbledore vaguely. "Turn left, Harry."

They walked up a steep, narrow street lined with rows of houses.

"Professor, why can't we just Apparate to your old colleague's house?"

"Because that would be as rude as kicking open the door of someone's house," said Dumbledore. "Politeness requires us to offer other wizards the chance to refuse us. However, most wizarding houses have magic to ward off unwelcome apparitions." Manifesters. Like, at Hogwarts—”

"Apparition is not allowed in the castle or in the hunting grounds," Harry snapped. "Hermione Granger told me."

"She's right. Let's turn left again."

Harry didn't notice that the gray robed man's footsteps faltered.Dumbledore did notice, but said nothing.

"Sir, I read in the Daily Prophet that Fudge has stepped down..."

"That's right," said Dumbledore, turning into another straight side street. "I'm sure you've seen that he's replaced by Rufus Scrimgeour, who used to be the head of the Auror's office."

"He... what do you think of him as a person?" Harry asked.

"That's an interesting question," said Dumbledore. "He's capable, it goes without saying. More decisive and bolder than Connelly.

"Yes, but I mean—"

"I know what you're referring to. Rufus is a swift and decisive person. He has devoted most of his energy to dealing with dark wizards after he joined the work, so he will not underestimate Voldemort's power."

"And, sir . . . I saw about Mrs. Burns."

"Yeah," said Dumbledore softly, "a terrible loss. She was a wonderful wizard. I think it's just up there..."

"Sir, I also received a Ministry of Magic pamphlet from an owl about safety measures against Death Eaters..."

"Yes, I also received one." Dumbledore still said with a smile, "Do you find it useful?"

"Not very useful."

"Yeah, I don't think it's useful either. For example, you didn't ask me which kind of jam I like best, just to test whether I'm really Professor Dumbledore and not an impostor."

"I do not have……"

"For future use, I might as well tell you, Harry, that my favorite is raspberry jam . . . but of course, if I were a Death Eater, I'd be sure to find out what jam I like before I go. Passing off as my own."

"Well... that's right," said Harry. "By the way, Inferi are also mentioned in the pamphlet. What are they anyway? The pamphlet doesn't quite make it clear."

"They are corpses," said Dumbledore quietly, "dead corpses enchanted and in the service of Dark wizards. However, Inferi have not been seen for a long time, and have not been seen since Voldemort's last fall." Now... needless to say, he killed a lot of people and created a lot of Inferi. Here we are, Harry, here it is..."

They approached a neat little stone house set in a garden.But the house was scattered everywhere as if it had been attacked.

"Oh, my God." Harry couldn't help exclaiming.

Dumbledore just glanced at it, then stopped Harry's hand that was about to pull out his wand, "No need, Harry..."

"But?"

"It's okay, come with me..." Dumbledore said.

"I won't go in." The gray-robed man who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke, his voice was low and undulating.

Harry turned his head and glanced at the gray-robed man, he was really curious about the gray-robed man.Dumbledore just nodded after hearing this, "Okay, then you wait here for a while."

The gray-robed man nodded.After a while, a light was turned on in the dark room, and the gray-robed man walked to the middle of the courtyard and looked up at the stars in the clear sky.

Not long after, about twenty minutes, Harry and Dumbledore came out of the door smiling.

"Nice job, Harry," said Dumbledore.

"I didn't do anything," Harry said in surprise.

"Oh, you did. You showed Horace how much he could gain by returning to Hogwarts. Do you like him?"

"Hmm..." Harry shook his head, he didn't know.

"It doesn't matter, you will gradually understand in the future." Dumbledore said, he glanced at the gray-robed man standing in the middle of the yard, "Now let's go to the Burrow."

This time it was on a country road, and not far away was a crooked house, which was the Burrow.

The three of them passed through the gate, and Dumbledore said to Harry suddenly, "If you don't object, Harry, I want to say a few words to you before we part. Just the three of us and don't want anyone to hear. Maybe it's there ?”

Dumbledore pointed to a small run-down stone shed outside the house, where the Weasleys kept their groceries and brooms.Dumbledore entered the small stone house first, Harry second, and the gray robed man last.

It's a small room with no windows, it's full of debris, and there are many spiders crawling around.

The gray-robed man was the first to speak as soon as he entered the room, "I hope to clean up the spiders here, it shouldn't be difficult for you."

It was still a low voice without ups and downs, like an adult reading a boring history book.Harry looked at Dumbledore, he knew that the gray-robed man was definitely not talking to him, and he thought the gray-robed man was quite interesting, who would care about the spider in the utility room.

"Oh, yes, happy to help," said Dumbledore, and with a flick of his wand, all the spiders in the utility room were gone.The wand was then lit, like a kerosene lamp.

Dumbledore looked at Harry, "Harry, let me introduce you now. This is Skool (meaning square), the new president of the Order of the Phoenix."

Harry's eyes widened all of a sudden, "New? New president? What about you? Sir?"

"I'm still in management during this time, but Scull will mainly take over the management in the future." Dumbledore said, "You will need his help in many aspects in the future."

"Uh...then," Harry looked at the motionless gray robed man again, "nice to meet you, Mr. Scole...?"

"No need to add Mr.," Dumbledore said, "you can just call him Scull, and he will call you Harry directly. And he is relatively cold, but we will spend some time together in the future."

"What does that mean?" Harry asked quickly.

"It means, Harry, that I want to teach you alone this term, with Skool assisting me."

"Study alone?" Harry looked surprised.

"Yes. I think I should take more care of your education now," said Dumbledore.

"But, you, what will you teach me?"

"Oh, teach me a little bit of this, a little bit of that," said Dumbledore lightly.

"If I take lessons with you, I don't need to learn Occlumency with Snape, do I?"

"Professor Snape, Harry - yes, no need."

"Great," Harry said with relief, "I'd love to go."

Dumbledore smiled. "Also, Harry, there's a secret topic... I suppose you've been subscribing to the Daily Prophet for the last two weeks?"

"Um, yes," said Harry, slightly confused.

"Then you should see that your experience in the Hall of Prophecy leaked out like a flood, didn't you?"

"Yeah," said Harry again, "now everyone knows I'm—" He gave the gray man another look.

"It's all right, Harry," said Dumbledore, "Scole is absolutely trustworthy, but the truth is not as bad as you think. There are only three people in the world who know the full contents of that prophecy about you and Voldemort, and these three Everyone's standing in this broom at the moment. Yes, many people did guess that Voldemort sent his Death Eaters to steal a Prophecy Orb, and that Prophecy Orb was about you."

Harry seemed to relax a little.

"Then, can I affirm that you did not tell other people the content of the prophecy?"

"No," said Harry quickly and decisively.

"On the whole, it's sensible to do so," said Dumbledore, "though I think you might as well let go in front of your friends Mr. Ron Weasley and Miss Hermione Granger. Yes," see Seeing Harry's startled look, he added, "I think it's okay to let them know. You'll hurt their feelings by keeping such an important thing from them."

"I do not want--"

"—to frighten them?" said Dumbledore, looking Harry over the top of his half-moon lenses, "or, not wanting to confess your own worries and fears? Harry, you need friends. Surely Sirius wouldn't You shut yourself off."

Harry said nothing, but Dumbledore didn't seem to need an answer from him.

"Okay, Harry. Before we part, there are two more things. First, I hope that from now on, you will wear your invisibility cloak with you at all times, even at Hogwarts. Just in case, understand ?"

Harry nodded.

"Finally, while you lived here, the Burrow was protected by the tightest security the Ministry of Magic could provide. These measures caused a certain amount of inconvenience to Arthur and Molly - for example, all their mail had to be It can only be delivered after being inspected by the Ministry. But they don't mind at all, they only care about your safety. But if you risk doing something wrong while living with them, you will be very sorry for them."

"I understand." Harry said quickly.

"That's good," said Dumbledore, about to push open the utility room door, but Harry asked hastily, "Sir, can I tell them about Scull?"

Dumbledore did not answer immediately, but glanced at the gray-robed man.

"Yes." The gray-robed man said.

After hearing this, Dumbledore added another sentence, "Harry, although it is possible, but I hope you will say in two days that you are the first to know about the change of the new president of the Order of the Phoenix."

"Okay," said Harry, taking another look at the gray robed man.

"Okay, let's go in, Scull, wait a minute?" said Dumbledore.

The gray-robed man nodded.

Ten minutes later, Dumbledore and the gray-robed man were walking on the country path, with the Burrow getting smaller and smaller behind them.

"Now let's go to the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. You need to know the place for the nine o'clock meeting tomorrow night," said Dumbledore.

"08:30, the meeting is changed to 08:30." The gray-robed man said, "You know how much rest time I will lose after taking this task."

Dumbledore was not angry at all, but said with a smile, "Of course, you are the president now, you have the final say. The meeting at 08:30."

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