Chapter 274
Hiding the Friends Book
Chapter 274 Hiding the Friends Book
After the end-of-term dinner, Hogwarts was completely closed for the holiday.
Wade and the others also saw their test scores.
And this time, Vader got first place in all subjects.
In fact, Hermione also did very well in the exam, but in the practical exam, Wade showed a level far beyond his peers, and the professors unanimously gave him extra points.
The next morning was the day to take the Hogwarts Express home.
The students packed their luggage, and the house-elves delivered the boxes to the train. Everyone went downstairs on time to have breakfast as usual.
Several people from SSC were still sitting at the Hufflepuff table.
"I really envy you, Harry." Padma poked the cake on the plate and said with a bitter face, "After you get off the carriage, you can just turn the corner and go home, while we have to take the train for a whole day."
"I envy you too." Harry said with a smile, "I think it's fun to sit in the box with everyone else."
He warmly invited everyone to visit his home again during the holidays and promised that they would not need to help with the housework this time.
Everyone declined.
During the long summer vacation, almost everyone has plans to go out for a trip.
Harry watched their discussion pathetically, looking envious.
"Don't worry, I'm sure Remus and Sirius will take you out to play too."
Wade comforted him, "For wizards, distance is not a problem at all, and traveling abroad is not expensive."
Harry heard this, feeling both excited and a little nervous.
As they were talking, a gray owl brought a note to Harry. He unfolded it and was stunned.
"Who gave you the letter?" asked Hermione.
"Dumbledore." Harry stood up with the note in his hand. "He wants to see me."
The boy walked along the passage between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, past many students who were eating, and then through a small door.
Wade watched him leave, and vaguely guessed something in his heart.
……
In a small room with many portraits hanging on the wall, Dumbledore was sitting on a bench. His lake blue robe had many patterns of circles, triangles and hexagrams on it.
Harry knocked on the open door and walked in.
"Professor Dumbledore?"
"Oh, Harry, there you are."
Dumbledore motioned him to sit down, and his blue eyes looked at him kindly from behind his half-moon spectacles.
Gentle almost to the point of compassion.
Harry avoided the gaze. He instinctively felt uncomfortable with the gaze, as if something bad was about to happen.
"Professor, what do you want from me?" Harry asked.
"I noticed something, Harry."
Dumbledore said, "The house-elf told me that you left a note on your trunk asking them not to take it on the train but to leave it on the platform?"
"Yeah," said Harry blankly, "I don't need to take the train. You know... Sirius's home is in Hogsmeade."
After half a year, Harry finally got used to the fact that he had a godfather, and he also knew that Sirius was his legal guardian compared to Remus.
"Yes, I know." Dumbledore crossed his fingers and whispered, "But I have to tell you, Harry - you have to go back to the Dursleys."
"what?!"
Harry stood up immediately and couldn't help shouting at the headmaster, "Why?! I hate them and they hate me too! And...and Sirius is my godfather! He is willing to take me in!"
"Yes, so I talked to Sirius and Remus as well," Dumbledore said. "They were against it at first, just like you, but they finally agreed with me."
Harry was stunned. His hands and feet began to grow cold. After a long while, he asked softly, "Why?"
"This is related to the magic left by your mother." Dumbledore said: "I think you still remember - last year in the school hospital, when you asked me why Quirrell couldn't touch you, what I said to you?"
"Yes." Harry recalled the scene at that time and murmured, "You said... my mother's strong love left me a talisman... it was hidden in my skin... so when Voldemort touched me, he felt unbearable pain..."
"Yes, your mother used a very ancient magic to protect you when you were one year old, and also protected you when you were eleven years old, but the continuation of this magic is conditional."
Dumbledore said: "Lily's magic remains in her blood, and the blood is connected to you and Petunia Dursley. You need to return to where she is and live for a period of time every year so that the magical barrier can always exist."
Harry stared into Dumbledore's eyes, his heart aching.
He couldn't tell whether the pain was due to his mother's sacrifice or to returning to the place he thought he had escaped.
……
When Harry returned to the hall in a daze, everyone was ready to leave.
Seeing that he looked like he had lost his soul, Ron, who was talking to his roommate, became worried and ran over to put his arm around Harry's shoulders.
"Hey, man, what's wrong with you?"
He said, looking at the others suspiciously.
"I'm going back to the Dursleys..." Harry's face was filled with visible despair: "At least a month..."
"What?" Ron was even more shocked than him. "Are Sirius and Remus too busy to pick you up?"
"No...it has nothing to do with that...it's because..."
Harry looked at the many students around him and held back his next words.
"You are the one who can stick fangs into the eye sockets of the basilisk!" Michael asked puzzledly, "What can your Muggle relatives do to you?"
"No magic allowed during the holidays," Ron explained.
"But..." Michael was puzzled: "When he killed the basilisk, he didn't use magic!"
"But I can't stick the knife into Uncle Vernon's eyes, can I?"
Harry said helplessly. His mood had sunk to the bottom, but now he was almost amused by Michael's words.
"Tell them what you've done this year. They'll surely be proud of you, right?" Hermione said optimistically. "It will help to ease the tension between you two."
Harry shook his head. "They will just think I'm threatening them and get furious. If they hear that the snake venom didn't kill me, they will definitely be even angrier..."
"Don't worry. Remember why they backed off before?"
Wade also gave him some advice: "It's illegal for the Dursleys to treat you like that. If they continue to abuse you, you can call the police. People like that are most afraid of the police coming to their door."
"But..." Harry was a little worried: "What if Uncle Vernon took my wand and locked me up? Then I wouldn't be able to call the police."
"Tear off a page from your friend's book in advance and hide it where it won't be found."
Wade said: "If you are really locked up, send a message to any of us and we will rush to rescue you immediately."
(End of this chapter)