v2 Chapter 1229： Dumbledore’s visit (1/2)

Harry returned to the room, reconfirmed his box, and confirmed that there was no omission before he began to wait uneasy.

Time seemed to slow down all the time. He sat by the window in the bedroom, where he could clearly see the two intersections of the Nuwa Road.

He picked up the booklet and tried to get himself to read the above.

But it is very difficult to do. He can't help but raise his head and glance at the outside of the window every few minutes.

It’s almost time to get there, where is Dumbledore, and Harry read the letter again.

Perhaps it was not written by Dumbledore at all, but a joke, a mischief or a trap.

Harry suddenly regretted why he didn't ask Hedwig to write a letter to Evan or Hermione and ask about it.

A week ago, Harry received a letter from Hermione knowing she was currently at Avon's house.

In order not to bother them, he has been resisting not writing, and he does not want them to bother with his affairs.

Hermione must have a lot of things to say to Avon, and Harry is also very willing to see his two friends finally come together.

They have also experienced a lot of things together, and they have not decided until after the Christmas dance of the top three competitions.

Ron didn't seem too optimistic about this. He secretly told Harry that both Avon and Hermione were too smart and would definitely be separated.

Harry didn't want this, but he also felt that two people who were too smart would be very tired together.

Of course, in this kind of thing, Harry is not qualified to say others.

Last year, he and Qiu Zhang made a date on their first date, and two people broke up.

Until now, he is not sure if he still has a feeling for autumn, but if he can be smart at the time

Just as Harry was thinking about it, the minute hand of the alarm clock pointed to twelve, and now it is midnight.

Almost at the same time, the street lights outside the window suddenly disappeared.

The sudden darkness awakened Harry like an alarm. He quickly straightened his glasses, removed the cheeks attached to the glass, and put his nose on the window, squinting at the sidewalk below.

At this moment, a tall figure wearing a long cloak is walking along the garden path.

The doorbell rang, and Harry jumped up like an electric shock, flipping the chair.

”Damn, this wizard named Dumbledore can't make a small noise,” said Uncle Vernon's shouting in the living room downstairs. ”He wants to let neighbors know that we are secretly receiving a wizard.”

When Harry opened the door and walked out of the bedroom, he heard a low and gentle voice saying, ”Good evening, presumably you are Mr. Dursley. I believe that Harry must have told you that I am coming to pick him up, right?” ”

”Yeah, that kid told me that just a few hours ago, it was too hasty!” Vernon said, ”You should inform us a few days ago, so that we can be prepared, not... ...”

Harry rushed down the stairs in two steps, slamming his footsteps when there were several levels off the floor.

At the door stood a tall, tall man with silvery hair and a beard hanging down to the waist.