Chapter 465 Chapter 467 Visiting Privet Drive
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 465 Chapter 467 Visiting Privet Drive
After Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, he took the long sword and put it back into the twisting sorting hat,
"Where did I say it? Oh, by the way, besides the Hufflepuff Gold Cup, there are at least two or three... The whereabouts of related items of the Big Four are unknown..."
"Slytherin's locket...has definitely fallen into Voldemort's hands."
"Hufflepuff's gold cup, Slytherin's locket, Gryffindor's sword... What about Ravenclaw's crown, the crown that symbolizes wisdom? Has it also become [Horcrux]?" Snape asked.
McGuffin knew that the diadem was in the Room of Requirement, but he didn't want to get burned this time.
"I don't know about this, but there is a little bit of the final whereabouts of the crown, which should be known to Helena Ravenclaw, the last heir of Ravenclaw. I suspect that Riddle has deceived this thing with rhetoric again..." Dumbledore said.
"The female ghost of Ravenclaw? Albus, didn't you get the whereabouts of the diadem from the ghost's mouth?" Snape asked.
"Due to the special identity of Ms. Helena, I'm afraid I can't ask anything?"
"These things...the whereabouts of the crown, including the specific number of Voldemort's Horcruxes...we can only rely on Harry to find out."
"Potter, that guy?" Snape's eyes were full of suspicion.
"Well, Severus, haven't you noticed? Are there many professors and even many ghosts who like Harry as a child? In contrast, it is difficult for the few of us... including MacGuffin to be trusted by others?"
Dumbledore took a look at McGuffin, and said, "Especially for Ms. Gray, and Professor Horace...Harry will be very helpful."
"This means... Albert! Maybe you can tell your friends about the facts about [Horcrux], some of the facts that are easier to accept, that is, Harry and the others... In this way, we may find out by accident!"
"Oh, by the way, there is actually a Horcrux that should be hidden in Hogwarts. Before destroying the notebook, I temporarily found its trace... But Professor Snape and I didn't find it. After school starts, you can look for it with Harry... Hurry up, the recovery progress of this [Horcrux] is much earlier than other [Horcrux]!"
Dumbledore seemed to have thought of this clue inadvertently, and then told it to McGuffin, casually asking him and Harry to find the [Horcrux].
At this moment, Snape remembered his own question at the beginning, so he asked bluntly, "Albus, you haven't answered yet... Is it your partnership to plan to resurrect Voldemort?"
"No, it was planned by McGuffin himself. But in the end he made the right choice and came to ask us for help..."
"Looking for help?" Snape pointed at McGuffin coldly. "I'm afraid he was forced to come to us at the last moment because he couldn't judge the authenticity of these antidote materials, and he couldn't lift the curse by himself."
"I knew he would make a big mess one day, Dumbledore, how could you agree...why didn't you stop this from happening!"
Snape stared intently into Dumbledore's blue eyes, as if to burn through the man's hypocritical mask to see what he was thinking.
"Did Harry Potter know that his friend and most respected headmaster had brought about Voldemort's resurrection...?"
A brief silence.
Until another owl flew in and dropped a letter.
Dumbledore picked it up and looked at it. It was written by Black.
After he finished reading, his face became serious, and he said thoughtfully, "Maybe Harry already knows..."
"Let's take a look!"
He waved his wand and made two copies, handing each to McGuffin and Snape.
"Dear Professor Dumbledore, Harry told me his scar is hurting again...I personally think it's a strange omen..."
In this letter, Sirius Bublak wrote about Harry's weird dream—the resurrection of Bellatrix, the appearance of Wormtail, and the deal between McGuffin and Voldemort...
"The matter of Bellatrix is also questionable. I know Dumbledore that you trust Snape. After getting along with you these days, I also reluctantly think that Snape will not murder Harry... But if I were to find a wizard who can reverse the transformation of a ghoul from the people I know... I am afraid that only Snape..."
There was a long silence, and there was the sound of paper rubbing in the room, and they were all flipping through the letter.
"Bellatrix!" Snape called out the name slowly, staring at Dumbledore with a very ugly expression.
Dumbledore glanced at Snape, seeming to avoid the other's gaze, and said hastily, "Perhaps... we should find out what is going on in this dream in detail? Snape, please remind Mr. Weasley to take Harry to the [Burrow]...I'll get Black a wand. McGuffin, are you going to [The Burrow] to see your friends? Ask Harry what's going on with this dream?"
"Professor, how could Harry know?" McGuffin pretended to be shocked and asked knowingly.
"I have a guess, but I can't tell you yet..." Dumbledore said.
"By the way, McGuffin, you should go back... It is estimated that your family will soon find out that you are missing, so as not to worry about it..."
Dumbledore led the McGuffin to the fireplace, and they flooed out of the Headmaster's office.
Leaving Snape a little dejected and angry alone.
…………
By twelve o'clock the next day, everything Harry was going to take to school was packed.
Today Mr. Weasley is going to pick him up and go to [The Burrow].
After receiving the letter yesterday, Harry moved out of Sirius, and only then did he persuade Uncle Vernon to reluctantly print this event that made him ecstatic.
And thanks to McGuffin who secretly cast the [Untraceable Stretching Curse] on his suitcase, he could easily put everything used by Hogwarts and all his most precious treasures—the Invisibility Cloak, the magic lamp that Sirius gave him (this is what Harry valued most)... all in that old suitcase at once.
It also made Vernon Dursley unaware of how many... weird things that could make him fly into a rage.
Right now, the atmosphere at Privet Drive is tense.
Because no adult wizard had ever visited their house, and the last time Hagrid had contact with them, Dudley had left a deep memory - a pig's tail.
The only thing Harry wanted now was to hurry up, because he knew that a genuine wizarding family like the Weasleys would never follow the Dursleys' preferences.
"I wish you'd tell them to dress modestly, and if the neighbors find out that my house is haunted by weird people .
"Vernon!"
Penny hugged his son Dudley's fat arm extremely nervously and screamed, as if he wanted to remind his husband of something.
Dursley also seemed to have remembered something, his fat face turned into another purple eggplant, and he didn't mention the threat just now.
He adjusted his suit and tie uncomfortablely, wanting to straighten it up, and face those wizards with a domineering image for a while.
It's a pity that no matter how he dresses up, he just looks like a fat orangutan with a beer belly kept in a zoo.
Of course, Dursley's image is much better than Dudley's.
Dudley was extremely nervous and anxious because of the incident with the pig's tail last time, and because of the weight loss package that lasted for nearly a month or two. He was hustling around in various rooms, looking for the food hidden by Aunt Petunia like a big fat pig, to relieve his panic, and this guy was still clutching his ass.
Uncle Vernon kept looking at his watch, and after a while he looked at the driveway outside, he hummed heavily at Harry from time to time, "I hope they'll be on time, and it's best to pick you up before lunch...the Dursleys may not have prepared lunch for them.
Harry was so nervous that he didn't even mentally contradict the smug remark about Vernon's clothes.
one past twelve,
Doorbell rang.
Harry jumped up immediately, trying to open the door.
"Get out of the way, kid, they'd better dress decently." Vernon pushed Harry aside, and walked straight towards the hall angrily.
Dudley let out a strange cry, and ran back, clutching his buttocks.
Aunt Petunia tugged at the hem of her clothes very nervously, then stood in front of the window and stretched her already slender neck vigorously, leaned her body to look around, almost touching the glass, and then immediately retracted her head.
But then, to Harry's great surprise, he heard voices at the door, as if Vernon Dursley was laughing.
How can it be?
Harry couldn't imagine Mr. Weasley talking to Vernon Dursley - and laughing.
This won't be...another nightmare, will it?
Harry hurried forward, wanting to see what was going on?
After a few words, Vernon pulled a person in with a smile on his face.
Harry was even more surprised.
"Albert? Why are you here?"
Because of the strange dream the night before, Harry was a little unable to face his friend until now. His eyes wandered and stared at the weird necklace on McGuffin's neck.
"I was visiting my sister Emily in London... I happened to be going to [The Burrow], so I discussed it with Mr. Weasley, and I came to your uncle's house and wanted to take a ride together." McGuffin said with some hesitation.
"It's all right, Mr. Dursley! It's not in the way of your lunch, is it?"
"It's all right? It's all right!" Vernon laughed in a way Harry had never seen before, and patted McGuffin on the shoulder very affectionately.
——McGuffin didn't secretly cast [Confusion Curse] or [Imperius Curse] on Vernon, right?
Harry knew that his friend had this ability, and he doubted it.
After all, in the past 13 years, he had never seen Vernon Dursley like this, especially to a guy who was clearly his classmate and a wizard.
However, thanks to the presence of McGuffin... the current atmosphere in the room is not too depressing.
Because Mr. Weasley originally said in the letter that he would come to pick up Harry at twelve o'clock, but it was already a quarter past twelve, and there was still no movement.
It seemed that they too were stuck in the middle of the road by the terrible traffic in London.
Harry knew that the Wesleys had a classic Ford Anglia... that thing could fly and be invisible.It was hard for him to imagine that such a car would be blocked halfway.
It's twelve twenty-five...already half an hour late.
Fortunately, Vernon Dursley didn't seem to care much about that now.
He and McGuffin sat on the sofa and chatted happily.
"Groning...I've heard of it. This is a very famous brand that produces drilling rigs. Are you the supervisor there? That's amazing?"
Harry thought it was the McGuffin who was able to make a guy like Vernon Dursley so happy.
"Where? Where?" Dursley pulled his beard and laughed loudly. "Our company is only well-known locally in the UK... However, we are now opening up markets in Eastern Europe and East Asia... especially the red communist country... If it really succeeds, it may become a well-known brand in the world as you said!"
"China?"
"That's right... you also know... Kung Fu (Chinese), and pandas..." As he spoke, Dursley in a suit and leather shoes stroked his strokes twice. In Harry's eyes, the whole person was indescribably funny.
"It's amazing, it's really amazing, Mr. Dursley... If your company can open up a market of more than one billion people, then your company will become that kind of multinational company! As an executive, you estimate that there will be more room for promotion..."
"Well, the company has indeed considered sending me there to open up the market... But you also know that there are still these brats in our family, especially your classmate... My nephew, Harry is not worried at all... If I am like you, I can feel more at ease! I can go and fight without any hesitation!"
Vernon stuttered at first, but then he became more and more fluent, as if he had thought so in the first place.
Then, Vernon wiped the sweat from his brow.
In this weather, it's hard for a guy with this physique to wear a suit.
Then he looked at the watch in the living room, pretending to be indifferent and complaining, "Those people...why haven't they arrived yet?"
"It should be soon, right? After all, connecting a new Floo powder channel is very strenuous!" McGuffin said lightly.
"What?" Harry startled.
But he was immediately startled by a louder noise.
Dudley's face was terrified, and he rolled over and hid behind Vernon Dursley.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked. "What happened?"
Dudley couldn't speak, and it took him a long time before he said tremblingly, "I was looking for something to eat by the fireplace, but there... there was someone!"
"What strange words are you talking about? And are you hiding something to eat there again?"
Perhaps because of his embarrassment in front of the MacGuffin, Vernon Dursley rarely turned his anger on Dudley.
Petunia wanted to protect Dudley like an old hen, but she didn't expect... Given her son's current tonnage, how could her thin body be able to cover it.
This scene - it's like a hen with her wings outstretched, blocking a big fat pig that weighs several hundred catties.
But everyone didn't pay attention to this,
Behind the solid fireplace wall blocked by the fake coal-burning electric stove... There was a heavy knocking and rubbing sound, and several people's voices.
This frightened the Dursleys.
--Ah ah ah ah ah!
They scrambled to retreat to the edge of the wall, staring at the electric stove in fear.
(End of this chapter)
After Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, he took the long sword and put it back into the twisting sorting hat,
"Where did I say it? Oh, by the way, besides the Hufflepuff Gold Cup, there are at least two or three... The whereabouts of related items of the Big Four are unknown..."
"Slytherin's locket...has definitely fallen into Voldemort's hands."
"Hufflepuff's gold cup, Slytherin's locket, Gryffindor's sword... What about Ravenclaw's crown, the crown that symbolizes wisdom? Has it also become [Horcrux]?" Snape asked.
McGuffin knew that the diadem was in the Room of Requirement, but he didn't want to get burned this time.
"I don't know about this, but there is a little bit of the final whereabouts of the crown, which should be known to Helena Ravenclaw, the last heir of Ravenclaw. I suspect that Riddle has deceived this thing with rhetoric again..." Dumbledore said.
"The female ghost of Ravenclaw? Albus, didn't you get the whereabouts of the diadem from the ghost's mouth?" Snape asked.
"Due to the special identity of Ms. Helena, I'm afraid I can't ask anything?"
"These things...the whereabouts of the crown, including the specific number of Voldemort's Horcruxes...we can only rely on Harry to find out."
"Potter, that guy?" Snape's eyes were full of suspicion.
"Well, Severus, haven't you noticed? Are there many professors and even many ghosts who like Harry as a child? In contrast, it is difficult for the few of us... including MacGuffin to be trusted by others?"
Dumbledore took a look at McGuffin, and said, "Especially for Ms. Gray, and Professor Horace...Harry will be very helpful."
"This means... Albert! Maybe you can tell your friends about the facts about [Horcrux], some of the facts that are easier to accept, that is, Harry and the others... In this way, we may find out by accident!"
"Oh, by the way, there is actually a Horcrux that should be hidden in Hogwarts. Before destroying the notebook, I temporarily found its trace... But Professor Snape and I didn't find it. After school starts, you can look for it with Harry... Hurry up, the recovery progress of this [Horcrux] is much earlier than other [Horcrux]!"
Dumbledore seemed to have thought of this clue inadvertently, and then told it to McGuffin, casually asking him and Harry to find the [Horcrux].
At this moment, Snape remembered his own question at the beginning, so he asked bluntly, "Albus, you haven't answered yet... Is it your partnership to plan to resurrect Voldemort?"
"No, it was planned by McGuffin himself. But in the end he made the right choice and came to ask us for help..."
"Looking for help?" Snape pointed at McGuffin coldly. "I'm afraid he was forced to come to us at the last moment because he couldn't judge the authenticity of these antidote materials, and he couldn't lift the curse by himself."
"I knew he would make a big mess one day, Dumbledore, how could you agree...why didn't you stop this from happening!"
Snape stared intently into Dumbledore's blue eyes, as if to burn through the man's hypocritical mask to see what he was thinking.
"Did Harry Potter know that his friend and most respected headmaster had brought about Voldemort's resurrection...?"
A brief silence.
Until another owl flew in and dropped a letter.
Dumbledore picked it up and looked at it. It was written by Black.
After he finished reading, his face became serious, and he said thoughtfully, "Maybe Harry already knows..."
"Let's take a look!"
He waved his wand and made two copies, handing each to McGuffin and Snape.
"Dear Professor Dumbledore, Harry told me his scar is hurting again...I personally think it's a strange omen..."
In this letter, Sirius Bublak wrote about Harry's weird dream—the resurrection of Bellatrix, the appearance of Wormtail, and the deal between McGuffin and Voldemort...
"The matter of Bellatrix is also questionable. I know Dumbledore that you trust Snape. After getting along with you these days, I also reluctantly think that Snape will not murder Harry... But if I were to find a wizard who can reverse the transformation of a ghoul from the people I know... I am afraid that only Snape..."
There was a long silence, and there was the sound of paper rubbing in the room, and they were all flipping through the letter.
"Bellatrix!" Snape called out the name slowly, staring at Dumbledore with a very ugly expression.
Dumbledore glanced at Snape, seeming to avoid the other's gaze, and said hastily, "Perhaps... we should find out what is going on in this dream in detail? Snape, please remind Mr. Weasley to take Harry to the [Burrow]...I'll get Black a wand. McGuffin, are you going to [The Burrow] to see your friends? Ask Harry what's going on with this dream?"
"Professor, how could Harry know?" McGuffin pretended to be shocked and asked knowingly.
"I have a guess, but I can't tell you yet..." Dumbledore said.
"By the way, McGuffin, you should go back... It is estimated that your family will soon find out that you are missing, so as not to worry about it..."
Dumbledore led the McGuffin to the fireplace, and they flooed out of the Headmaster's office.
Leaving Snape a little dejected and angry alone.
…………
By twelve o'clock the next day, everything Harry was going to take to school was packed.
Today Mr. Weasley is going to pick him up and go to [The Burrow].
After receiving the letter yesterday, Harry moved out of Sirius, and only then did he persuade Uncle Vernon to reluctantly print this event that made him ecstatic.
And thanks to McGuffin who secretly cast the [Untraceable Stretching Curse] on his suitcase, he could easily put everything used by Hogwarts and all his most precious treasures—the Invisibility Cloak, the magic lamp that Sirius gave him (this is what Harry valued most)... all in that old suitcase at once.
It also made Vernon Dursley unaware of how many... weird things that could make him fly into a rage.
Right now, the atmosphere at Privet Drive is tense.
Because no adult wizard had ever visited their house, and the last time Hagrid had contact with them, Dudley had left a deep memory - a pig's tail.
The only thing Harry wanted now was to hurry up, because he knew that a genuine wizarding family like the Weasleys would never follow the Dursleys' preferences.
"I wish you'd tell them to dress modestly, and if the neighbors find out that my house is haunted by weird people .
"Vernon!"
Penny hugged his son Dudley's fat arm extremely nervously and screamed, as if he wanted to remind his husband of something.
Dursley also seemed to have remembered something, his fat face turned into another purple eggplant, and he didn't mention the threat just now.
He adjusted his suit and tie uncomfortablely, wanting to straighten it up, and face those wizards with a domineering image for a while.
It's a pity that no matter how he dresses up, he just looks like a fat orangutan with a beer belly kept in a zoo.
Of course, Dursley's image is much better than Dudley's.
Dudley was extremely nervous and anxious because of the incident with the pig's tail last time, and because of the weight loss package that lasted for nearly a month or two. He was hustling around in various rooms, looking for the food hidden by Aunt Petunia like a big fat pig, to relieve his panic, and this guy was still clutching his ass.
Uncle Vernon kept looking at his watch, and after a while he looked at the driveway outside, he hummed heavily at Harry from time to time, "I hope they'll be on time, and it's best to pick you up before lunch...the Dursleys may not have prepared lunch for them.
Harry was so nervous that he didn't even mentally contradict the smug remark about Vernon's clothes.
one past twelve,
Doorbell rang.
Harry jumped up immediately, trying to open the door.
"Get out of the way, kid, they'd better dress decently." Vernon pushed Harry aside, and walked straight towards the hall angrily.
Dudley let out a strange cry, and ran back, clutching his buttocks.
Aunt Petunia tugged at the hem of her clothes very nervously, then stood in front of the window and stretched her already slender neck vigorously, leaned her body to look around, almost touching the glass, and then immediately retracted her head.
But then, to Harry's great surprise, he heard voices at the door, as if Vernon Dursley was laughing.
How can it be?
Harry couldn't imagine Mr. Weasley talking to Vernon Dursley - and laughing.
This won't be...another nightmare, will it?
Harry hurried forward, wanting to see what was going on?
After a few words, Vernon pulled a person in with a smile on his face.
Harry was even more surprised.
"Albert? Why are you here?"
Because of the strange dream the night before, Harry was a little unable to face his friend until now. His eyes wandered and stared at the weird necklace on McGuffin's neck.
"I was visiting my sister Emily in London... I happened to be going to [The Burrow], so I discussed it with Mr. Weasley, and I came to your uncle's house and wanted to take a ride together." McGuffin said with some hesitation.
"It's all right, Mr. Dursley! It's not in the way of your lunch, is it?"
"It's all right? It's all right!" Vernon laughed in a way Harry had never seen before, and patted McGuffin on the shoulder very affectionately.
——McGuffin didn't secretly cast [Confusion Curse] or [Imperius Curse] on Vernon, right?
Harry knew that his friend had this ability, and he doubted it.
After all, in the past 13 years, he had never seen Vernon Dursley like this, especially to a guy who was clearly his classmate and a wizard.
However, thanks to the presence of McGuffin... the current atmosphere in the room is not too depressing.
Because Mr. Weasley originally said in the letter that he would come to pick up Harry at twelve o'clock, but it was already a quarter past twelve, and there was still no movement.
It seemed that they too were stuck in the middle of the road by the terrible traffic in London.
Harry knew that the Wesleys had a classic Ford Anglia... that thing could fly and be invisible.It was hard for him to imagine that such a car would be blocked halfway.
It's twelve twenty-five...already half an hour late.
Fortunately, Vernon Dursley didn't seem to care much about that now.
He and McGuffin sat on the sofa and chatted happily.
"Groning...I've heard of it. This is a very famous brand that produces drilling rigs. Are you the supervisor there? That's amazing?"
Harry thought it was the McGuffin who was able to make a guy like Vernon Dursley so happy.
"Where? Where?" Dursley pulled his beard and laughed loudly. "Our company is only well-known locally in the UK... However, we are now opening up markets in Eastern Europe and East Asia... especially the red communist country... If it really succeeds, it may become a well-known brand in the world as you said!"
"China?"
"That's right... you also know... Kung Fu (Chinese), and pandas..." As he spoke, Dursley in a suit and leather shoes stroked his strokes twice. In Harry's eyes, the whole person was indescribably funny.
"It's amazing, it's really amazing, Mr. Dursley... If your company can open up a market of more than one billion people, then your company will become that kind of multinational company! As an executive, you estimate that there will be more room for promotion..."
"Well, the company has indeed considered sending me there to open up the market... But you also know that there are still these brats in our family, especially your classmate... My nephew, Harry is not worried at all... If I am like you, I can feel more at ease! I can go and fight without any hesitation!"
Vernon stuttered at first, but then he became more and more fluent, as if he had thought so in the first place.
Then, Vernon wiped the sweat from his brow.
In this weather, it's hard for a guy with this physique to wear a suit.
Then he looked at the watch in the living room, pretending to be indifferent and complaining, "Those people...why haven't they arrived yet?"
"It should be soon, right? After all, connecting a new Floo powder channel is very strenuous!" McGuffin said lightly.
"What?" Harry startled.
But he was immediately startled by a louder noise.
Dudley's face was terrified, and he rolled over and hid behind Vernon Dursley.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked. "What happened?"
Dudley couldn't speak, and it took him a long time before he said tremblingly, "I was looking for something to eat by the fireplace, but there... there was someone!"
"What strange words are you talking about? And are you hiding something to eat there again?"
Perhaps because of his embarrassment in front of the MacGuffin, Vernon Dursley rarely turned his anger on Dudley.
Petunia wanted to protect Dudley like an old hen, but she didn't expect... Given her son's current tonnage, how could her thin body be able to cover it.
This scene - it's like a hen with her wings outstretched, blocking a big fat pig that weighs several hundred catties.
But everyone didn't pay attention to this,
Behind the solid fireplace wall blocked by the fake coal-burning electric stove... There was a heavy knocking and rubbing sound, and several people's voices.
This frightened the Dursleys.
--Ah ah ah ah ah!
They scrambled to retreat to the edge of the wall, staring at the electric stove in fear.
(End of this chapter)
