Chapter 1179 (1/2)

”Oh, yes,” said Skeeter, nodding his head with interest. ”I've spent a whole chapter on the relationship between Dumbledore and Potter. That kind of relationship is called unhealthy, even a little evil. I think, if I say one more thing, your readers want to know the whole story and have to buy my book. But I just said that there is no doubt that Dumbledore had an abnormal interest in Potter. Is that his greatest interest in the boy Yes, you'll see in my book. There is no doubt that Harry has a constant problem with adolescence. ”

(as we all know, Dumbledore may have some improper relationship with his good friend Greenwood, and now it's Harry...)

Of course, I asked her if she was still in touch with Harry Potter, whose interview last year made her famous: a groundbreaking interview about Potter's conviction that the mystery man was coming back.

”Oh, yes. We're more connected, ”Skeeter said.” poor Potter has few real friends, and we meet on a day when he faces the most critical challenge of his life That's the big three. I'm probably the only one who really knows Harry Potter

I skilfully led the conversation to the many rumors surrounding Dumbledore's last moments. Does Skeeter believe Potter was there when Dumbledore died?

”Oh, I don't want to say too much. It's all in my book. But many witnesses at Hogwarts Castle saw Potter fall in Dumbledore Or jump down, be pushed down and run out of the scene. Porter later accused Severus Snape, a notorious, jealous man. Is all this really what they show? It's up to you to decide Once they've read my book. ”

After finishing all the tempting records, I left. No one would doubt that Skeeter was an excellent salesman. At that time, many of Dumbledore's admirers will tremble at the revelation of their hero.

Harry read through the whole article in spite of his anger, but he was still staring at the newspaper. The vomit like, intense disgust and anger flared up in his body. He crumpled the newspaper and threw it out. He smashed it into the corner of the wall and went with the garbage that had been full of garbage cans.

Harry began to stride blindly back and forth in the room, opening the empty drawers, picking up books and putting them back in the stacks Almost unaware of what he was doing, Rita's nonsense echoed in his mind: a whole chapter on the relationship between Dumbledore and Potter It's not healthy, it's even a little evil When he was young, he dabbled in the Dark Arts I got a source that most press conferences exchange with wands

”Lie!” Yelled Harry. Through the window, he saw the neighbor stop a little and then restart the lawn mower. He looked up nervously.

Harry sat heavily on the bed. The broken mirror was shaking not far from him. He picked it up and played it over and over in his hand, thinking of Dumbledore and the lies Rita had slandered him A bright blue light flashed by, and Harry was stunned, and his fingers slid over the jagged edges again.

He saw He has to do something.

He looked behind him, and the walls were the sickly pink of Aunt Petunia's choice: there was nothing blue to reflect in the mirror. He gazed at the broken mirror again, but this time he saw nothing but his own glowing green eyes.

It was just an illusion, there was no other explanation; he saw it because he had been thinking about his late headmaster. If there's anything for sure, it's Albus Dumbledore's brilliant blue eyes will never look deep into him again.

Harry knew this very well.

Dumbledore and Hogwarts are one forever. He lies peacefully on the island of the Black Lake, and his sleep is guarded by Mermaid.

Often think of here, Harry can not help but began to remember, miss those days when Dumbledore was still there.

The crash of the front door reached upstairs, and a voice roared, ”Hey! Boy

However, after 16 years of being called around, Harry didn't immediately respond. His uncle Dursley was always like this. Since he knew that he could not perform magic outside school, his behavior began to gradually wanton.

But he didn't dare to push Harry too hard.

To force a wizard is to make something happen.

Harry still looked at the long and narrow broken lens. For a moment, he thought he saw Dumbledore's eyes. But in a trance, Harry didn't feel like Dumbledore, or

Until Uncle Vernon yelled ”boy!” again Harry got up and got out of bed slowly and walked to the bedroom door. He put the broken lenses in the bag he was going to take with him.

”Don't dawdle!” Vernon Dursley called out to Harry on the stairs, ”come down, I have something to say.”Harry, with his indifferent hands in his pockets, walked slowly down the stairs. He looked around the living room and found all three of the Dursleys there. They dressed as if they were about to go out: Uncle Vernon was wearing an old, shabby jacket, and Dudley Harry's big, blond, muscular cousin wore a leather jacket.

”What's the matter?” Asked Harry.

”Sit down!” Said Uncle Vernon.

Harry raised his eyebrows. ”Please Added Uncle Vernon, wincing slightly, as if the word were hard to say.

Harry sat down. He felt like he knew what was going on. His uncle began to pace back and forth, and Aunt Petunia and Dudley looked at him expectantly.

Finally, Uncle Vernon wrinkled his big purple face, stopped in front of Harry and said, ”I've changed my mind.”

”What a surprise.” Said Harry sarcastically.

”How could you use that tone...” Aunt Petunia said in that sharp voice, but Uncle Vernon waved to stop her.

”It's all empty talk,” said Uncle Vernon, staring at Harry with his little pig eyes. ”I'm not going to believe a word. We'll stay here and not go anywhere. ”

Harry looked at his uncle and was amused and angry. For the past four weeks, Uncle Vernon has changed his mind every 24 hours, putting his luggage in the car, taking it out again, putting it in again, and repeating it every time he changes his mind.

Harry's favorite time was that Uncle Vernon didn't know that Dudley had put the dumbbell in the box the last time he was packing, so he picked up the box to put it in the trunk of the car. He screamed and cursed and fell over in pain.

”It's all because of you,” Uncle Vernon said as he resumed pacing the living room. ”We Penny, Dudley and I In danger because of the Those... ”