Chapter 391
Chapter 414 Hermione’s apology letter
Obviously, Harry doesn't suddenly want to kill the Dursleys.
John looked through the window and saw the old guy flying out of the door.
He was a little gloating about his misfortune. It seemed that Meng Lang, the number one king in the magical world, had his moments.
Harry followed out, seemingly puzzled as to why this was happening all of a sudden.
"The seventh-level Iron Armor Curse can only make people fly away without Dumbledore paying attention."
John pondered and saw a pair of eyes turning this way.
He pulled the curtains back expressionlessly and tapped the wall with his wand.
Exploration from the outside cannot get inside.
Although the letter can be read clearly without a light, John still prefers to turn on the light to read it.
Most of the letters came from a familiar address.
It was from Hermione.
John's eyes were dark as he sorted out the letters and put them aside.
He opened the ones others had sent him.
There was a letter of thanks from Lucius Malfoy. Even after knowing that this was his son's friend, Lucius still maintained respect.
The same was true for Narcissa, whose concern was revealed in the letter of thanks she sent.
Regarding the Malfoy family's betrayal of Voldemort, they also cursed the Order of the Phoenix for ruining good things.
"Voldemort's revenge?" John moved his finger, and the drawer opened automatically and a quill popped out.
He wrote Narcissa a letter affirming her concerns.
The two Dark Lords are missing outside, and no matter which one is missing, it will be a huge blow to a family like Malfoy.
Especially Voldemort, who witnessed the effect of the Holy Grail with his own eyes, and would inevitably not shift his target to the Holy Grail.
"Spread the news and let some people know that there is something that can live forever in Hogwarts."
John gave this task to Narcissa, the best person he could think of.
Lucius had betrayed Voldemort a second time, and his words might not be able to gain Voldemort's trust.
Narcissa was different, she never showed her face during the war at the Ministry of Magic.
And she completed something for Voldemort, which allowed Voldemort to retain some trust in him.
Trust Narcissa to know what to do.
The letter was delivered to Basil.
Pulling out the next one, John saw that it was an invitation.
"Slug Club?" He stared at the letter.
This is from the new headmaster Slughorn. It seems that Voldemort's failure has emboldened him.
Even if he had expressed concern about Hogwarts before, he had only written a letter and had some shirk about the position of principal.
In his letter, he invited John to join his private class. Even though he was the principal, he still couldn't break some habits.
Slughorn is a collector, but the things he collects are not expensive or valuable things, but geniuses.
As the most dazzling presence in Hogwarts, John is undoubtedly his most desired collection.
John looked at it twice and stuffed the invitation into the drawer.
Slughorn was so impatient that he pushed the chips to John's side.
Now it was not John who was asking for something from him, but he who was asking for something from John.
Between offense and defense, it may change with just one sentence.
If you reveal your cards too early, you will not be able to get the maximum benefit.
As John moved on to pick up the next letter, he heard a tap on the window.
The curtains opened a crack and he saw an owl tapping its beak on the window.
After opening it, the owl flew in and dropped a letter.
John picked it up. It was from Hermione.
Judging from the number of letters, Hermione wrote one on average every day.
He picked up the letter, his mind flashing back to entering Nine and Three Quarters for the first time.
"I was like a reckless kid at that time." John laughed to himself.
Arrange your letters, starting with the first one.
It's like reading a long paper, with small handwriting packed onto the parchment.
The theme of apology runs throughout the text.
"Hermione Granger..."
John's eyes stared blankly at the reflection of the pile of letters on the table.
He could see Hermione's apology, the guilt that had been repeated so many times.
It's just one step away, just that one step away.
John closed his eyes.
Once a choice is made, it cannot be taken back.
Picking up the quill, he dipped it in ink and watched as the black droplets on the tip of the pen were about to drip onto the parchment. He finally began to write a sentence.
The ink dried quickly after I put down the pen, and I put it away and waited for Basil to come back before sending it over.
John opened the drawer and inside there was a silver pocket watch with delicate lilies.
After Basil returned from delivering the letter, John handed him the pocket watch and the letter.
Basil protested twice, but was dismissed by a small dried fish.
After John finished processing the letter, Dumbledore also picked up Harry.
It's just that Dumbledore's beard was still a little burnt when he came out.
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Harry couldn't figure out why the wooden sculpture turned into a big stuffed dog and came out to bite people, and he couldn't figure out where the Dursleys' wizard chess soldiers came from.
As soon as Dumbledore entered and summoned the sofa for the Dursleys to sit down, his beard was bitten by the wooden dog sculpture behind him.
Fortunately, there was no danger in the end, and Dumbledore achieved his goal and picked up Harry.
But before leaving, Dumbledore wanted Harry to go somewhere with him.
He asked Harry to take out the Invisibility Cloak, even though Voldemort might not be able to take care of himself right now.
But you can never lose some defenses.
The luggage and Hedwig were sent to the Burrow by Dumbledore's spell.
The two stood at Privet Cross, and Dumbledore asked Harry to hold his arm tightly.
After Harry complied, Dumbledore disapparated and disappeared at the intersection.
Unlike the portkey, Harry felt like he was being squeezed into a small tube.
When he reappeared, he breathed in the cold evening air.
Tears flowed from his eyes and he felt like he was being squeezed out of a rubber tube.
It took two and a half seconds for him to recover.
He found that he had left Privet Drive and appeared in what looked like an abandoned village yard.
There is a monument in the middle and a few benches scattered around.
"Are you okay?" Dumbledore looked down at him with concern and asked, "You need to get used to this feeling slowly."
"I'm fine," Harry muttered, rubbing his ears as if they didn't belong to him, "but I seem to prefer flying on a broomstick."
Dumbledore wrapped his traveling cloak tightly around his neck and said with a smile, "This way."
He walked with steps.
Harry noticed that the place looked deserted, with an empty tavern and a few houses.
A clock on a church told him it was almost midnight.
"Then tell me, Harry," Dumbledore asked suddenly, "does your scar still hurt?"
Harry subconsciously touched the scar. It had become very shallow, as if nothing had happened.
"No," Harry said dully, "It hasn't hurt since the Ministry of Magic."
He looked up at Dumbledore and found that there was a kind of relief and a complicated pity on his face.
"It seems that John has been honest with you on some things." Dumbledore said, "Voldemort can no longer influence your thoughts."
"Professor, what kind of person do you think John is?" Harry asked hesitantly, "He is Johnny Silverhand, and your position..."
"In his opinion, I am indeed not a qualified principal." Dumbledore shook his head slightly, "Now it seems that he is right, I am not suitable for that position."
They walked around a street corner and passed a phone booth and a bus shelter.
Harry didn't understand where they were going.
"This is the charming village of Barberton, Harry," said Dumbledore. "Ah, by the way, I haven't told you yet."
Facing Harry's confused look, Dumbledore said, "Although I am no longer the principal, I still have to do some things. I might be able to find out something by visiting an old colleague."
"This old friend is a very smart man and has contacts with a number of people as well."
Harry still didn't understand why he came here.
"He'll want to see you, Harry."
It was cold in the evening. Harry grabbed his cloak and looked at the rows of houses, wondering why he didn't use Apparition.
"Because that would be as rude as kicking down the door to someone else's house," said Dumbledore. "Politeness requires us to offer other wizards the opportunity to refuse us, but most wizarding homes are enchanted to ward off unwanted apparitions. Shifter."
For some reason, Harry remembered Dumbledore's visit to the Dursleys' house.
Dumbledore forcefully asked to go inside and was knocked away.
Maybe that's what it means to be an unwelcome guest and to be rejected.
He shook his head to get rid of the thought.
"For example, Hogwarts cannot use Apparition in the castle or grounds," Harry said quickly, "Hermione Granger told me."
"She's right, we still need to turn left." Dumbledore straightened his beard.
The journey seemed long, and they discussed some more things, such as matters about the Ministry of Magic.
"Barty Crouch is a very powerful person," Dumbledore said with some emotion. "He prepared a lot before Voldemort returned. He did not let all this destroy the order of the wizarding world. I can't do better than him."
"However, some emotions were still exaggerated, and the sales of Defense Against the Dark Arts props purchased by every household were much higher."
They discussed and arrived at their destination.
A house with a front door off its hinges and the door leaning askew.
Doesn't look like a very good sign.
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Chapter 415 Horace’s correspondence
Dumbledore lit his wand, revealing a narrow doorway with an open door on the left.
