Professor, please pay the debt

The Dursleys

"Well done, Harry," said Dumbledore.

"But I didn't do anything."

When they talked, they had left the Rusghorn house and were standing again on the quiet town street.

"You don't have to be humble. Rusghorn likes you. He is willing to go back to school to teach because of you. When you tell him about those delicious apples, he has already regarded you as a student with the same hobby. He He likes those outstanding students, and he likes students who are as greedy for material enjoyment as he is. If he has both, he will undoubtedly become his darling.

However, if he doesn't receive the apples you promised to give him, or if the apples don't taste as good as you said, he should be angry, so you have to prepare in advance. "

Harry knew that this was Dumbledore's order to tell him to be honest, so he said obediently, "Don't worry, I really ordered the apple, I haven't learned how to brag..."

"Bragging is not a bad thing, but I'm still glad to hear you say that, if a teacher resigns because he didn't get an apple, I will lose face as the principal, so you really went to China .”

"Yes, I went there. I think that since I want to travel, I should choose a place far enough away, and it is very warm there, maybe it should be said to be hot. The temperature is much higher than here, and the sun is shining hot on my body."

"I noticed you got a tan..."

"Oh yes, I like the complexion. It's healthy. The original me was a sickly pale."

Dumbledore smiled, "So, I can look forward to your apple, and I hope you can share some with me."

"Of course I would, in fact I ordered a lot and counted my friends, but you have to be patient, this year's apples won't ripen until October..."

"The last thing an old man lacks is patience. Before that, I could pass the time with piles of cockroaches. So now grab my hand and let's go to the next place."

Harry didn't like this feeling of being manipulated very much. Dumbledore was not even going to explain to him where he was going, but he had no choice but to obey orders like a good boy.

Apparating again, Harry found himself back in Privet Drive when his eyes could see.

It was very dark and the street lights were still on, but the east had begun to turn white, and it looked like it would be dawn soon.

The Dursleys' house was still the same, clean and tidy, and Harry thought the quality of the house was really good.

It was bombed by owl mail in first grade, and half of the living room was blown up by Mr. Weasley in fourth grade, but it still stands.

"I think you should remember that you have to stay at your aunt's house for two weeks every year, so that you can continue your mother's protection for you, which is very important to you," said Dumbledore.

"Yes, I remember..." Harry looked at Dumbledore, "I didn't lose track of time because of being playful, and now there are three weeks before I leave school, and I've already returned to England, haven't I?"

"But you didn't come back here. Speaking of this, I really want to know the reason why you went to Spider's End Alley. That kind of place is not something a decent person should go to."

Harry slyly caught Dumbledore's slang, "You mean that Snape is not serious, very good, I agree with you."

Dumbledore smiled tolerantly, "You clever ghost, don't be too harsh on Severus, the reason why he doesn't like you is just because the education method is too strict, he didn't do anything to really hurt you. "

"Okay, I'll do my best."

Harry reluctantly agreed, and Dumbledore gave up on persuasion, but he didn't forget his earlier question, "Then Spider's End?"

"I don't know what Spider's End is, I just heard people say that the East End is a very... ah, very random place, I was just curious to see, I didn't expect to meet Snape, if If I had known, I wouldn't have gone at all. And besides, Snape grabbed me as soon as I got there, and I haven't done anything, really."

Harry looked like a teenager who secretly visited the red-light district but was caught by his parents. He was eager to deny it and wanted to tell the parents that he hadn't had time to do something bad.

But he overestimated how much the old wizard knew about the Muggle world. Any Londoner or even an Englishman knew what the East End of London represented, but Dumbledore didn't.So he is still asking:

"Do you think it's a random place? So, in what way do you think it's random? Can minors use magic there at will?"

Harry thought of a new word he heard from the Muggle world: collusion barrier.He continued to explain helplessly.

"No, it has nothing to do with magic. I really don't know how to explain it to you..." But the blue eyes of the old wizard stared at him closely, and it was obvious that he couldn't pass the level without explaining clearly, so Harry could only reluctantly say, "You Know, oh, I'm 16, I'm coming of age, so I'm going to be interested in some adult stuff, you get it?"

"We all know that you are 16 years old..." Dumbledore is obviously a tolerant person, but he still doesn't understand what the East End of London has to do with being an adult. "Is that place where 16-year-olds go? You Will you take your friends, say Ron and Hermione who are your age?"

"Ron can, Hermione can't!"

Harry was about to collapse. He didn't expect that one day he would have to explain the red-light district to Dumbledore. Lord Merlin, this task is too difficult, even the Dark Lord himself can't do it.

"Let's stop talking about it, you can go and see for yourself, believe me, it's a wonderful place, every man should go..."

"Okay, I'll check it out..."

Dumbledore agreed, and he led him to the Dursleys' door without looking back.

Therefore, he failed to see the horrified expression on Harry's face, and Harry imagined in his mind, a centenarian with a beard growing to his waist and wearing a purple-red star-studded wizard's robe, standing in the neon lights. On the street, flirting with a scantily clad girl.

Merlin!What a shame!

There was a knock at the door, and Harry looked up to see Dumbledore poking his wand at the Dursleys' door.

Harry really wanted to remind him that it was impolite to disturb others at this time, but the old wizard obviously had no intention of seeking Harry's opinion, so Harry wisely chose to remain silent.

Dumbledore waited for a while, and found that the owner of the house did not respond at all, and every window was covered with curtains, so it was pitch black without any light.

So he waved his wand, Harry didn't hear anything, but the Dursleys obviously heard something, there was a panic in the house, first Vernon yelling, then Petunia screaming, there is a thief, it must be There are thieves.

Not long after, the light in the living room on the first floor was turned on, and the door opened with a bang. Vernon Dursley stood at the door in plaid pajamas, and he yelled: "Whoever you are, get out of my house quickly, Otherwise I'll shoot."

A thin woman hides behind him and mutters, "We should call the police, call the police now."

These two idiots just showed up.

Harry couldn't understand how Lily Evans, who was so smart, could have such stupid relatives.

"Hello, uncle and aunt, this is Harry, and I'm back."

"Harry!" Petunia poked her head out from behind her husband's fat shoulders, and stared at the boy at the door carefully, "Where did you go, boy, we thought you were in trouble again, you people, just with Those weirdos like you who come to our house to ask about you are really rude of them."

"Nice to meet you Petunia..." said Dumbledore, "You thought you'd ask me in."

It took a few seconds for Petunia to recognize the old wizard, and then she let out a scream, "My God! You're Dumbledore, and you old man is still alive!"

Harry forgave the stupid woman for saying what she wanted to say but couldn't.