"As you can see, Harry," Dumbledore raised his voice to drown out Klitscher's incessant screams. "Klitscher doesn't want to belong to you."
"I don't care," Harry said again, looking at the squirming, stamping house elf in disgust. "I don't want him."
"So you'd rather he fall into the hands of Béla Trix Lestrange?
Don't forget, he lived in the headquarters of the Phoenix Society last year! "
Harry stared at Dumbledore blankly.
He knew that Klitscher could never live with Béla Trix, but he felt disgusted at the thought that Klitscher would belong to him and that he would be responsible for this guy who had betrayed Sirius.
"Give him an order."
Dumbledore said, "If he belongs to you now, he has to obey. If you don't want him, we have to find another way to stop him from being with his legal mistress."
Klitscher was screaming at the top of his lungs. Harry couldn't think of anything to say, so he shouted, "Klitscher, shut up!"
Suddenly, Klitscher seemed to choke. He clutched his throat, his mouth moving angrily, his eyes bulging.
He gasped for breath for a few seconds, then suddenly threw himself forward on the carpet, his hands and feet pounding on the floor in a fierce but absolutely silent temper tantrum.
"Well, that makes things simple."
Dumbledore said happily, "It seems that Sirius is very clear-headed.
You are the legal owner of 12 Grimmauld Square and Klitscher. "
"Do — do I have to take him with me?"
Harry asked in horror, as Klitscher writhed violently at his feet.
"If you don't want to, then don't."
Dumbledore said, "I might as well suggest that you send him to the Hogwarts and let him work in the kitchen. That way, the other house elves can keep an eye on him."
"Okay."
Harry sighed with relief. "That's it.
Well — Klitscher, I want you to go to the Hogwarts and work with the other house elves in the kitchen there. "
Klitscher was now lying flat on the floor, his feet in the air, rolling his eyes and giving Harry a resentful look.
Then, with a loud crack, he disappeared.
"Very well," said Dumbledore. "One more thing. It's about Buckbeak, the Hippogriff.
Hagrid has been looking after him since Sirius died, but Buckbeak is now yours, so, if you want to make other arrangements — "
"No," Harry said at once, "let him stay with Hagrid. I think Buckbeak would like that, too. '
"Hagrid will be happy."
Dumbledore smiled and said, "By the way, for the sake of Buckbeak's safety, we have decided to temporarily change his name to Withered Wing. In fact, I don't believe that the Ministry of Magic would guess that he was the winged Hippogriff that they had once sentenced to death.
Harry, Harry, have your suitcase? "
"....
"You don't believe I'm really coming?"
"I'll — uh — pack it right away," said Harry hurriedly.
He hurriedly picked up his dropped binoculars and sneakers.
It took him more than ten minutes to gather everything he needed.
Finally, he pulled his Invisibility Cloak from under the bed, screwed on the lid of the bottle of color-changing ink, and slammed the lid of the suitcase down over the crucible.
Then, carrying the suitcase in one hand and Hedwig's cage in the other, he went downstairs.
He was disappointed to find that Dumbledore was not waiting in the hall, which meant he had to go back to the living room.
No one spoke.
Dumbledore hummed a little tune softly, as if he was enjoying himself, but the air in the room was heavier than the frozen custard.
Harry dared not look at the Dursleys. "Professor — I'm ready," he said.
"And one last thing," he said, turning again to the Dursleys. "As you no doubt realize, Harry will be an adult in a year —"
"No," said Penny.
Said Aunt Petunia, speaking for the first time since Dumbledore's arrival.
"Excuse me, what did you say?"
"No, he's not an adult yet. He's a month younger than Dudley, who won't be eighteen until the year after next."
"Ah," said Harry.
"But in the Wizard World, seventeen is considered an adult." "But in the Wizard World, seventeen is an adult."
Uncle Vernon muttered something ridiculous, but Dumbledore ignored him.
"As you already know, the Wizard named Voldemort has returned to this country.
The Wizard World is currently in a state of open war.
Voldemort has tried to kill Harry many times, and Harry is in more danger now than when I left him on your doorstep fifteen years ago.
At that time, I left a letter explaining that his parents had been killed, and that I hoped you would take care of him as if he were your own child. "
Dumbledore paused. Although his voice was still relaxed and calm, and there was no trace of anger on his face, Harry felt a chill emanating from him.
He noticed that the Dursleys were huddling closer to each other.
"You didn't do as I said. You never treated Harry as your own son, and all he received in your hands was neglect and constant abuse.
Fortunately for him, at least, he escaped the dreadful harm which you have done to the wretched boy who sits between you. "
Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon turned their eyes instinctively, as if expecting to see someone else sitting between them instead of Dudley.
"We... abused Dudley? What are you — "
Uncle Vernon said angrily, but Dumbledore raised a hand to silence them. The room fell silent at once, as if he had suddenly turned Uncle Vernon into a mute.
"The spell I cast fifteen years ago meant that Harry would be strongly protected while he could still call this place home.
No matter how pitiful, unwelcome, and abused he was here, you at least reluctantly gave him a place to stay.
When Harry turns seventeen, that is to say, when he becomes a man, the spell will cease to be effective.
I only ask one thing: that you allow Harry to return to this home again before his seventeenth birthday, and that will ensure that the protection will continue until then. "
None of the Dursleys made a sound. Dudley was frowning slightly, as if wondering what kind of abuse he had suffered.
Uncle Vernon looked as if he had something stuck in his throat, and Aunt Penny blushed inexplicably.
"Well, Harry … we should get going."
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