Harry returned to his room and checked his suitcase again. After confirming that he did not miss anything, he began to wait anxiously.
Time seemed to slow down. He sat by the window of his bedroom. From here, he could clearly see the two crossings of Privet Drive.
He picked up the booklet and tried his best to read the contents.
However, it was difficult to do so. Every few minutes, he could not help but raise his head and glance outside the window.
It was almost time. Where was Dumbledore? Harry read the letter again.
Perhaps, it was not written by Dumbledore, but a joke, a prank, or a trap.
Harry suddenly regretted not asking Hedwig to write a letter to Elwyn or Hermione and ask about it.
A week ago, Harry received a letter from Hermione and knew that she was currently at Elwyn's house.
In order not to disturb the two of them, he resisted the urge to write a letter. He did not want them to worry about him.
Hermione definitely had a lot of things to tell Elwyn, and Harry was also very willing to see his two friends finally come together.
They had experienced many things together, and it was only after the Christmas party of the Top Three Competition that they finally confirmed their relationship.
Ron did not seem too optimistic about this. He secretly told Harry that Elwyn and Hermione were too smart, and they would definitely separate in the end.
Harry did not wish for this to happen, but he also felt that it would be very tiring for two people who were too smart to be together.
Of course, on this matter, Harry did not have the right to say anything about others.
Last year, something happened on his first date with Autumn Zhang, and the two of them parted on bad terms.
Until now, he was not sure if he still had feelings for Autumn, but if he had been a little smarter at that time …
Just as Harry was letting his imagination run wild, the minute hand of the alarm clock pointed to twelve. It was now eleven o 'clock.
Almost at the same time, the street lights outside the window suddenly went out.
The sudden darkness woke Harry up like an alarm clock. He quickly adjusted his glasses and moved his cheek away from the glass. He pressed his nose against the window and squinted at the sidewalk below.
At this moment, a tall figure wearing a long cloak was walking along the garden path.
The doorbell rang, and Harry jumped up as if he had been electrocuted, knocking over the chair.
"Damn, can't this Dumbledore wizard keep his voice down?" Uncle Vernon shouted from the living room downstairs. "Does he want the neighbors to know that we are secretly hosting a wizard?"
When Harry opened the door and walked out of the bedroom, he heard a deep and gentle voice say, "Good evening. You must be Mr. Dursley. I believe Harry told you that I was coming to pick him up, didn't he?"
"Yeah, that kid did tell me about it a few hours ago. He was really in a hurry!" Uncle Vernon said. "You should have informed us a few days ago so that we could be prepared, instead of..."
Harry dashed down the stairs two at a time and came to an abrupt halt a few steps short of the bottom.
A tall, thin man stood at the door. His silver hair and beard reached his waist.
He had a hooked nose and a pair of half-moon glasses. He was wearing a black traveling cloak and a pointy hat.
Vernon Dursley's beard was almost as thick as Dumbledore's, but it was black.
He was wearing a very formal suit, which had been specially prepared. He looked especially silly, and his pair of small eyes were staring blankly at the person who had come.
"I'm really sorry. I think there must be some misunderstanding. I'm sure that I informed Harry about my arrival four days ago." Dumbledore said amiably. "But that's not important. You seem to be prepared. We can assume that you have invited me into your house. Now that the situation is unstable, it is unwise to stay at the door for too long. "
He stepped nimbly over the threshold and closed the door behind him.
"It's been a long time since I was last here." Dumbledore looked from his hooked nose to Uncle Vernon, and then to the potted plant behind him. "I have to admit, your hundred-seed lily is in full bloom. It has been carefully taken care of."
Vernon Dursley did not say anything, as if he was not sure what to say, but Harry believed that he would soon recover and speak.
Something about Dumbledore seemed to make him breathless for a moment. Perhaps it was the conspicuous wizardry that Dumbledore showed, or perhaps it was just that even Uncle Vernon could feel that it was difficult for him to show off in front of this man.
"Ah, good evening, Harry!" Dumbledore looked at Harry from behind his half-moon glasses with a very satisfied expression on his face. "It's so good to see you, so good."
This sentence seemed to awaken Uncle Vernon, who snorted heavily.
Obviously, for him, anyone who could look at Harry and say "so good" was someone he would never be able to reach an agreement with.
"Well, about your visit tonight, I didn't mean to be rude …" he said, every syllable in his words revealing rudeness.
"However, we often encounter unexpected rudeness." Dumbledore solemnly took over his words. "You'd better not say anything, my dear fellow. Shouldn't you kindly invite me into the living room? Ah, this must be Penny. "
The kitchen door opened, and Harry's aunt, dressed very formally, stood there.
Elwyn knew that this was her best dress. He had seen her show it off to the neighbor's wife last year.
Although she did not welcome Dumbledore, she still went to the kitchen to prepare some refreshments.
But now, seeing a living wizard appear in front of her, her long horsey face was still full of horror.
"Albus Dumbledore." Dumbledore noticed that no one introduced him, so he said, "Of course, we met by letter."
Harry thought it was a bit funny to use this method to remind Penny that Dumbledore had sent her a howling letter, but Aunt Penny did not object to this. She clearly remembered the letter.
With a bang, Harry heard the door to Dudley's room slam shut.
Usually, at this time, he would stay in the living room to eat his bedtime dessert and watch boring evening programs on TV.
Harry had almost forgotten what a TV was like. He had never been invited to watch it, and such a thing obviously did not exist in the magical world. Only people with special interests like Mr. Weasley would be interested in TV.
But he did not understand how a TV worked, and repeatedly asked Harry how the Muggle put a person in a small box.
The topic shifted back to the current awkward situation. Dudley had obviously been warned not to hide in his room.
Facing Dumbledore, the Dursleys' reaction was very embarrassing.
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