"Well, can we assume that you have invited me into your living room?" said Dumbledore.
There was no answer, but he was obviously very good at dealing with situations like this. He was already walking towards the living room.
Harry hurriedly jumped down the last few steps and followed Dumbledore into the living room.
In the living room, Dumbledore sat down in the armchair closest to the fireplace.
He looked at everything in the room with benign interest, looking completely at odds with his surroundings.
"Shall we go now, sir?" asked Harry anxiously.
"Yes, of course, but there is one thing I need to discuss with your aunt and uncle first," said Dumbledore.
"What?" said Uncle Vernon, who had also entered the living room, with Petunia beside him. "What do you want to tell us?"
"Well, I think Harry's godfather, Sirius Blake, must have told you when he visited you more than a month ago..."
"Don't mention that murderer to me!" roared Uncle Vernon.
"He didn't, he didn't kill anyone!" argued Harry loudly.
"Shut up, kid. I only believe in our own newspaper, not you guys …" Ye Zichen said coldly.
"I'm sorry, but I think if we were all talking in the living room, there would be no need to speak in such a high tone," said Dumbledore gently. Dumbledore said gently, drawing his wand so suddenly that Harry didn't see it. "And we'd better sit down and talk."
Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia both took a step back and looked at the wand in his hand in horror.
As if not noticing their expressions, Dumbledore waved his wand lightly, and the sofa whooshed forward and crashed into the Dursleys' knees.
All of a sudden, they lost their footing and fell onto the sofa, rolling into a ball.
With another wave of the wand, the sofa whooshed back to its original position.
"We can be more comfortable, too," said Dumbledore cheerfully, not putting down his wand.
"Sir?"
"Well, Harry, you sit down too!" said Dumbledore.
Harry sat down in the other armchair and tried not to look at his aunt and uncle. They seemed to be too frightened to speak. Thinking that Dumbledore was a real wizard, they no longer looked angry.
"I thought you would let me drink something." Said Dumbledore to Uncle Vernon. "Now it seems that this expectation was laughably optimistic."
He waved his wand for the third time, and a dirty wine bottle and five glasses appeared in the air.
The bottle automatically tilted to the side and filled each cup with a yellowish liquid. Then, the cups floated to each person in the room.
The other cup disappeared. Harry guessed that it was for Dudley.
Sure enough, the next second, Dudley screamed and ran down the stairs, holding his butt.
When he saw Dumbledore, he let out a scream of terror and hid behind his parents.
The big head with yellow hair poked out of the collar of his striped pajamas, as if it were not part of his body.
"This must be your son, Dudley?" said Dumbledore.
"Oh, Dada, my dear, are you all right? Do you feel any discomfort …" said Aunt Patty, taking Dudley in her arms.
"What have you done to him? What have you done to him?" demanded Uncle Vernon.
"Don't get excited. I didn't do anything. I just wanted to buy him a drink," said Dumbledore. "This is Lady Rosmerta's best oak-ripened mead, but you don't look like you like it."
Said Dumbledore, raising his glass to Harry. Harry grabbed his own and took a sip.
He had never tasted it before, but he liked it very much.
Seeing them drink, the Dursleys looked at each other in panic and became even more nervous. They desperately tried to avoid their cups, which was not easy, because the cups kept gently hitting their heads to remind them. Harry couldn't help but wonder if Dumbledore was deliberately playing a prank.
"Don't you want to try it? It tastes very good, "said Dumbledore.
"Enough! What do you want to tell us?" Uncle Vernon mustered up his courage again and waved his hands wildly to keep the cup away from him. "Just like the wizard who came to visit last time. Hurry up and tell us, and then take this boy out of this house."
"You seem to have a deep misunderstanding about wizards, but it's not your fault. Some people really aren't very useful," said Dumbledore. Dumbledore said, "Let's get down to business. As you are no doubt aware, Harry will be of age in a year..."
"No!" said Aunt Petunia, speaking for the first time since Dumbledore's arrival.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" asked Dumbledore politely.
"No, he's not an adult yet. He's a month younger than Dudley. Dudley won't be eighteen until the year after next."
"Ah, Muggle's algorithm," said Dumbledore kindly. "But in the wizarding world, seventeen is an adult."
Uncle Vernon muttered, "Ridiculous," but Dumbledore ignored him.
"As you already know, the wizard named Lord Voldemort has returned to this country. He and his followers are spreading fear all over the world and launching all kinds of attacks. The wizarding world is currently in a state of open war."
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley did not respond to Dumbledore's words.
From their point of view, the war between wizards was undoubtedly far away from them, and they had not heard any clues about it.
Although there seemed to be a lot of natural disasters this year, it had nothing to do with the war.
As long as Harry could leave this place, they would be safe. This was probably what Uncle Vernon had been thinking since last year.
"Well, as you know, Lord Voldemort has tried to kill Harry many times. Harry's situation now is even more dangerous than when I left him on your doorstep fifteen years ago. I left a letter explaining that his parents had been killed and that I hoped you would take care of him as you would your own child. "
Dumbledore paused. Although his voice was still relaxed and calm, and his face did not show the slightest hint of anger, Harry could feel a chill emanating from him. The Dursley family suddenly trembled.
"You didn't do as I said. You never treated Harry as your own son. In your hands, all he has received is neglect and regular abuse. Fortunately, he escaped at least the dreadful injury you did to the unfortunate boy who sat between you. "
Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon instinctively turned their eyes, as if expecting to see someone else sitting between them instead of Dudley.
"We abused Dudley? What are you … "Uncle Vernon said angrily.
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