Chapter 1297

"Please, pull yourself together, won't you? Darren would surely hate to see you like this." But the little cat before him made no move.

It crouched back down in its original spot.

Harry felt it looked just like a stray cat that had lost its home.

When he realized this, his own eyes turned red as well. It was fine.

At this moment, it was finally eleven o'clock.

Harry saw a tall, thin figure appear outside the window. That figure was walking over slowly.

Harry hurriedly packed up Darren's trunk; he couldn't leave Darren's things at the Dursleys', they would definitely throw them away.

And this was all he had left.

Then he tucked Lezi into his arms. He had to take Lezi with him. Otherwise, Lezi would surely die.

Just after he tucked Lezi into his arms, the doorbell downstairs rang.

Then came Uncle Vernon's voice: "Who is it? At this hour!"

Harry froze.

He hurriedly opened the door and ran out. He had forgotten to tell the Dursley family.

As he opened the bedroom door, he heard Dumbledore's voice.

"Good evening! You must be Mr. Dursley. I believe Harry should have told you that I would be coming to pick him up at this time!"

Uncle Vernon's face began to flush with blood.

Based on Harry's experience, that meant he was about to lose his temper. However, Dumbledore didn't seem to care.

He said with a smile: "Judging by your surprised expression, Harry must not have told you... This is something he needs to be criticized for; if it were Darren, he would certainly have remembered."

Harry's footsteps faltered.

The excitement from just a moment ago vanished into thin air.

Once again, he heard them discussing Darren in such a casual, understated way.

It was as if Darren hadn't passed away, but was truly just hospitalized and would be coming out soon.

"Good evening, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Harry said softly.

"Good, very good, excellent!"

Dumbledore said with a smile. He beckoned Harry over.

"Don't look so glum, smile a little more; I'm going to be a guest for a while! By the way, Petunia, it's a pleasure to see you; we've even exchanged letters!

Is this your son? He's quite big!"

Dumbledore sat down on the Dursleys' sofa as if it were his own. Judging by Mr. Dursley's expression, he was clearly unwilling. But he likely realized that the old man before him was not to be trifled with.

He didn't say a word.

"This is very good, very good."

Dumbledore said with a smile. Then he waved his wand. A sofa appeared in front of him.

He gestured for the Dursleys to sit on it. Then he waved his wand again.

A bottle of wine and five glasses appeared.

The glasses were filled with wine right in front of them. Dumbledore took one and said: "The wine from Madam Rosmerta's place is absolutely wonderful!"

Harry also picked up a glass.

He gulped it down in large mouthfuls, as if he could drink the pain away along with it.

"Harry, drink slowly... if you get drunk, you won't be able to help me with my errands today, not to mention, I have a few things to announce."

Dumbledore said with a smile...