Chapter 1608 (2/2)

But there is no sign in these photos that another boy lives in the same house.

It's the best way. It's good for everyone.

But Harry Potter does live here. He is sleeping now. Unfortunately, he can't sleep long.Aunt Petunia has woken up and used her piercing screams to make the first noise of the day.

”Get up! Get up

Harry suddenly woke up from his dream and grabbed his glasses from his pillow. After a moment, he remembered that it was not the thunder and the roar of the dragon, but that his aunt was knocking on his door again.

”Get up!”

She heard Harry's voice behind the thin door, which was, after all, just a closet under the stairs, with no privacy at all.

At the same time, Harry heard her walking to the kitchen, followed by the sound of the pot on the stove.

He covered his head and began to recall the dream he had last night.

Is it a good dream? In my dream, there was a man who could fly, dressed like medieval armor, twined with electric light on the golden weapon in his hand, and when he wielded his sword, it was even more turbulent.

Maybe a God?

But when I think about it carefully, the impression in my dream becomes blurred again.

Dreams are like this. They don't exist in reality. Once you wake up, your brain will be filled with trivial life.

For example, his aunt turned back again and came to the door.

”Are you up? Harry! I called you! ” She asked.

”Almost, aunt.” Harry said, ”I'm looking for my socks.”

”You'd better hurry up. I want you to look at the barbecue in the garden. If it's burnt, I want you to look good. Today is your cousin Dudley's birthday, and I hope everything is the best. ”

With that, she listened, trying to hear Harry rise, but only a short nasal sound, like a grunt.

”What are you talking about?” Aunt Petunia screamed again.

Harry bounced out of bed and almost hit the low ceiling. He began to pour out the spiders in his socks.

...

”what a fine day, Mrs. Figg.”

At the same time, in front of a small building two blocks away from Privet Drive, the old lady holding a cat opened her door and saw a young man who was taking off his hat like a postman. His face was not very expressive, but he could feel that he was very relaxed.

”Who are you? Do you know me? ”

The old lady looked out through the crack of the door. Her hair was gray, her hair net was on, her slippers and her untidy Nightgown were all she could do, but she acted as if the copper chain between the doors was the last guarantee of her virginity.

She was so careful that she was obviously too careful.

”Ah, this cat, is it called kicking? I see the black hair on its claws. It's beautiful

However, the visitor did not mean to answer the question. When he said the boundless words, a black light flashed. The safety chain seemed to be bitten off by something, and it fell down softly.

Before she screamed, a strange but handsome man had already flashed into the door:

”can you introduce Professor Dumbledore to me? I want to make a deal with him. ”