v2 Chapter 1612： Harry's summer vacation

Harry sighed and carefully looked for other pieces in the box.

The little glass crumbs stuck to the bottom of the box, like the grit of coarse grit, felt and felt, Harry suddenly felt inexplicably annoyed, he turned the whole box around impatiently, and put all the things inside. come out.

Then, he stared at the empty box and the debris on the ground for a long time, and fell on the bed weakly.

Clean up tomorrow, they won't pick up their own so early.

In the meantime, Harry thought a lot.

Like the dream he had been doing late last night, he thought of Sirius for a moment, and thought of Dumbledore for a while, and Snape for a moment.

Since I saw an interview with Rita Skeeter in the newspaper last week, his head has been messy. The words in Rita’s article echoed in his mind: a detailed chapter describing Porter in detail. The relationship with Dumbledore can be said to be unhealthy or even evil. He was involved in dark magic when he was young, and I found the source of most journalists willing to exchange with their wands...

"Lie!" Harry yelled, his voice echoing in the empty house, and Rita Skeeter and Dumbledore's untrue words were irritating, but Harry had to admit that he seemed, like, Really don't know much about Dumbledore's past, he has to admit that he knows almost nothing about Dumbledore.

He never imagined Dumbledore's childhood and youth, it seems that Dumbledore suddenly became the way Harry knew him.

Thinking of Dumbledore in his youth, it always makes people feel weird, like trying to imagine a slow-headed Hermione, or imagine a friendly snail.

In the past, Harry never thought about asking Dumbledore's past.

Of course, it would be a bit awkward to do, and even take the liberty, but Dumbledore participated in the legendary duel with Grindelwald. This is a well-known fact, and Harry did not expect to ask Dumbledore at the time. The scene did not ask him other famous achievements.

No, nothing!

They are always talking about Harry, Harry's past, Harry's future, Harry's plan, and now Harry feels that although his future is indeed in crisis and his future is uncertain, his lost opportunities can no longer be recovered.

He did not ask Dumbledore for more information about himself, and the only personal question he asked the principal was that he doubted that Dumbledore had not answered honestly.

"What did you see when you looked in the mirror?"

"I? I saw myself holding a thick pair of wool socks."

Harry meditated for a few minutes and put the pillow on his face.

This time, he seems to be really asleep, but it didn't last long. The sound of the front door was turned upstairs. One person shouted, "Hey! You!"

Harry had been so called and drunk for 16 years. He knew who his uncle was calling, but he did not answer immediately.

Until the uncle shouted "The kid!" Harry stood up slowly and walked toward the bedroom door.

"What is it?" Vernon Dursley saw Harry appear on the stairs and whispered, "Come down, I have something to say!"

Harry put his hands in his jeans pocket and slowly walked down the stairs.

He came to the living room and found that the Dursleys were all three.

They went out to the door: Uncle Vernon was wearing a light yellow-brown zipper jacket, and Aunt Petunia wore a simple light orange top, Harry’s big, yellow-haired, muscular cousin Dali. Wearing a leather jacket.

“Is there something?” Harry asked.

"Sit down!" Uncle Vernon said, Harry raised his eyebrows.

"Please!" Uncle Vernon quickly found a way to fill the road, frowning, as if the word stabbed his throat.

Harry sat down and he seemed to guess what it was.

My uncle began to squat in the room, and Aunt Petunia and Dudley followed her uncle with a gaze. In the end, Uncle Vernon stopped in front of Harry, and the purple face wrinkled into a ball and spoke.

"I changed my mind," he said.

“It’s amazing,” said Harry.

"Don't use that tone..." Aunt Petunia screamed, and Uncle Vernon waved her hand and told her to shut up.

"It's all a lie!" Uncle Vernon stared at Harry with a pair of pig eyes. "I decided not to believe a word. We don't go, we don't go anywhere."

Harry looked up at his uncle and felt annoyed and funny.

In the past four weeks, Vernon Dursley has changed his mind every twenty-four hours.

Every time I change my mind, I have to toss it up, move my luggage into the car, move off the car, and then get on the bus.

Harry felt that the cutest thing was that Uncle Vernon wanted to put the baggage back into the trunk of the car, but he didn't know that Dudley put the dumbbell into the baggage. The result was that he fell to the ground, and it hurt and hurt.

"According to the words of you and your godfather!" Then Vernon Dursley said, and started to walk in the living room. "We, Penny, Dudley and I are all dangerous, dangerous, From..."

"Some people in our class are right," said Harry.

"Oh, I don't believe it." Uncle Vernon said it again, stopping again in front of Harry. "I didn't sleep in the middle of the night, thinking about this, it must be a conspiracy, I want to occupy the house."

“House?” Harry asked. “What house?”

"This house!" Uncle Vernon screamed, and the blood vessels on his forehead began to jump. "Our house! The prices in this neighborhood have risen sharply! You want to take us away, and then do some tricks, no. When we understand, the name on the deed will be yours, aha, it must be like this, you and your unemployed godfather, certainly looking at our house, I have all read it..."

Harry stunned for a second and was not angry. Instead, he felt that his coward was too stupid and stupid.

If you like, the gold in the Sirius Vault can buy dozens of such houses, which does not include the property of the Black family.

They let them leave, it is for this broken house, how is it possible!

"Are you confused?" Harry sighed and asked, "Conspirate to occupy this house? Are you really stupid like you?"

"How dare you!" Aunt Petunia screamed.

Vernon once again waved her to shut up, as if compared to the danger he had seen, the appearance of some insults was nothing.

"As far as I know, my godfather already has a house, the ancestral home of their family, and there may be more than one. I will live with him in the future." Harry said patiently, "So, I want this one." What is the house doing? For all the happy past that happened here in the past 16 years?"