v2 Chapter 1300： Talk and abuse (1/2)
”Well, can we assume that you have invited me into the living room of your home?” Dumbledore said.
Did not get an answer, but he is obviously very good at dealing with the current situation, he has gone to the living room.
Harry hurried off the last few stairs and followed Dumbledore into the living room.
In the living room, Dumbledore sat down on the armchair closest to the fireplace.
He looked at everything in the room with a good interest and looked completely uncoordinated with the surrounding environment.
”Are we going now, sir?” Harry asked anxiously.
”Go, of course, go, but there is one thing I need to discuss with your coward's aunt first,” said Dumbledore.
”What?” Uncle Vernon also entered the living room, and Penny stood beside him. ”What do you want to tell us?”
”Well, I think Harry, the godfather of Sirius Black, must have told you when he visited more than a month ago...”
”Don't mention that murderer with me!” said Uncle Vernon.
”He is not, he has not killed anyone!” Harry screamed.
”Shut up, boy, I only believe in our own newspaper, not from you to tell me...”
”Sorry, I think if everyone is talking in the living room, you should not use such a high tone.” Dumbledore said gently, he suddenly pulled out his wand, and Harry didn't even see it. ”And, we are the most Sit down and talk.”
Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia stepped back and looked at the wand in his hand in horror.
It didn't seem to notice their expression, Dumbledore's wand waved, and the sofa slammed over and slammed into the sleigh of the Dursleys.
They didn't stand at all, they all fell on the sofa and rolled into a ball.
The wand was waved again, and the sofa returned to the original place.
”We can also be more comfortable.” Dumbledore said happily that his wand had not been put down.
”Mr?”
”Well, Harry, you can sit down too!” said Dumbledore.
Harry sat down in the other armchair and tried not to look at the aunt's aunt. They seemed to be scared to say nothing. They thought that Dumbledore was a real wizard, and there was no such anger. Look like.
”I thought you would let me drink something.” Dumbledore said to Uncle Vernon, ”It seems that this expectation is optimistic to a ridiculous degree.”
For the third time, the wand waved a dirty bottle and five glasses in the air.
The bottle automatically came over and filled each cup with a honey-colored liquid, and the cups flew to everyone in the room.
Another cup disappeared, and Harry guessed it was for Dudley.
Sure enough, in the next second, Dudley screamed and ran downstairs, licking his ass.
After seeing Dumbledore, he screamed in horror and forced to hide behind his parents.