Chapter 1612 Harry's Summer Vacation

Harry sighed, carefully searching the chest for other fragments.

The dots of glass shards stuck to the bottom of the box, like glistening coarse grains of sand. Touching it, Harry suddenly felt an inexplicable irritability. He turned the whole box around impatiently, and got all the contents inside. come out.

Then, he stared blankly at the empty boxes and the sundries on the ground for a long time, then fell powerlessly on the bed.

Clean it up tomorrow, they won't pick you up so early.

In the haze, Harry thought a lot.

Just like the dreams he has been having in recent nights, he thought of Sirius for a while, Dumbledore for a while, and Snape for a while.

Ever since he saw the interview with Rita Skeeter in the newspaper last week, his head has been in a mess, and fragments of Rita's article echoed in his mind: a whole chapter describing Potter in detail The relationship with Dumbledore, this relationship can be said to be unhealthy, even evil. He himself dabbled in the dark arts in his youth, and I found sources most journalists were willing to trade wands for...

"Lies!" Harry yelled, his voice echoing in the empty house, Rita Skeeter's slander against Dumbledore was outrageous, but Harry had to admit that he seemed, as if, Really didn't know much about Dumbledore's past, he had to admit he knew next to nothing about Dumbledore.

He never imagined Dumbledore's childhood and youth, it seemed that Dumbledore suddenly became the person Harry knew him to be.

It always feels weird to think of Dumbledore as a boy, like imagining a dull-witted Hermione, or a friendly wreck.

In the past, it had never occurred to Harry to ask about Dumbledore's past.

Of course, that would be awkward, even presumptuous, but Dumbledore took part in the legendary duel with Grindelwald, which is a well-known fact, and it didn't occur to Harry to ask Dumbledore situation, and did not ask him about his other famous achievements.

No, nothing!

They were always talking about Harry, Harry's past, Harry's future, Harry's plans, and now Harry felt that while his future was indeed in danger and uncertain, his lost opportunities could never be recovered.

He didn't ask Dumbledore any more about himself, and the only personal question he asked the Headmaster was the only one he suspected Dumbledore didn't answer honestly.

"When you looked into the magic mirror, what did you see?"

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

Harry thought for a few minutes, pulling the pillow over his face.

This time, he seemed to actually fall asleep, but it didn't last long, and the sound of the front door slamming slammed upstairs, and someone yelled, "Hey! You!"

Harry had been called around like this for sixteen years, and he knew who his uncle was calling, but he didn't answer right away.

It wasn't until his uncle roared, "Boy!" Harry stood up slowly and walked towards the bedroom door.

"What are you dawdling about?" Vernon Dursley shouted angrily when he saw Harry appearing at the stairs, "Come down quickly, I have something to say!"

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

He came to the living room and found all three of the Dursleys there.

They were dressed for travel: Uncle Vernon in a fawn zip-up jacket, Aunt Petunia in a crisp pale orange top, Harry's big, blond, muscular cousin Dudley, Wearing a leather jacket.

"Is something wrong?" Harry asked.

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

"Please!" Uncle Vernon hurriedly said, frowning, as if the word had stabbed his throat.

Harry sat down, seeming to guess what was going on.

Uncle started pacing up and down the room, and Aunt Petunia and Dudley followed him with worried looks. Finally, Uncle Vernon stopped in front of Harry, his big purple face wrinkled into a ball, and spoke.

"I've changed my mind," he said.

"Surprised," said Harry.

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

"It's all deceitful nonsense!" Uncle Vernon stared at Harry with piggy eyes. "I'm determined not to believe a word of it. We're not going, we're not going anywhere."

Harry looked up at his uncle, annoyed and amused.

For the past four weeks, Vernon Dursley had changed his mind every twenty-four hours.

Every time I change my mind, I have to toss and load the luggage into the car, get out of the car, and get back into the car.

What Harry thought was the cutest thing was that Uncle Vernon wanted to put the luggage back into the trunk of the car, but he didn't know that Dudley had put the dumbbells in the luggage this time, and he fell to the ground, angry and hurt, and cursed.

"According to you and your godfather!" said Vernon Dursley now, pacing the living room again, "we, Petunia, Dudley and I, are all in danger, and the danger comes from, from..."

"Some of our kind, yes," said Harry.

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

"A house?" Harry asked. "What house?"

"This house!" squealed Uncle Vernon, the veins in his brow starting to throb, "our house! Prices are going up so much around here! You want to send us away and do some tricks, no When we understand it, the name on the deed will become yours, aha, it must be like this, you and your godfather who has no job must be spying on our house, I can see it all..."

Harry froze for a second, but instead of being angry, he felt that his uncle was simply too stupid, hopelessly stupid.

The gold in Sirius' vault could buy dozens of these houses if he wanted to, not counting the Black family estate.

They asked them to leave because of this broken house, how could it be possible!

"Are you confused?" asked Harry, with a sigh. "Conspiring to take over the house? Are you as stupid as you seem?"

"How dare you!" screamed Aunt Petunia.

Vernon waved her off again, as if a few insults to her appearance were nothing compared to the danger he saw through.

"As far as I know, my godfather already has a house, their family's ancestral house, and there may be more than one, and I will live with him in the future." Harry said patiently, "So, I want this one." What's the house for? For all the good old times that's happened here for the past sixteen years?"