The days at Hogwarts

The red light flew upwards, exploded in the sky, and scattered into star-like fragments, like fireworks.

Petunia and Vernon looked at this scene with mixed feelings. They had hidden Harry in the beginning because they were worried about him, afraid that others would find out about his existence and cause the whole family to be implicated.

As Harry grew older, they gradually let down their guard and sent him to school. Hiding Harry turned into abuse. They didn't understand why it turned out like this.

Lights gradually came on in other houses in the community, and people were awakened from the quiet night by the rustling of noises, trying to see what was happening outside.

Dumbledore remained silent, took out a silver Deluminator from his bosom, and opened the lid.

Outside the house, the lights on the street flickered like candle flames and were sucked into the lighter, plunging the surroundings into darkness.

In a flash of light, Loren saw Sirius for the first time.

A thin but energetic middle-aged man, his cheekbones were almost protruding, the skin on his cheeks stuck to the bones, and there seemed to be no flesh underneath.

On the other side, Sirius did not notice Loren hiding behind Dumbledore.

Dumbledore looked at the frightened Dursley family, then looked at Harry who was crying, and said gently: "Mrs. Dursley, I will try to persuade Harry. You should calm down with your family first."

He turned to look at Sirius, "Come on, Sirius, show us your room."

Sirius and Harry walked in front, leading a few people along the road to the side. The house he bought was next to the Dursleys.

Mrs. Dursley watched them walk away, a tear falling from her eye.

This tear came too quickly and was too full, dripping from the corner of the eye. The high cheekbone blocked the chance of it touching the face, leaving only a shallow mark of water outside the corner of the eye.

"Mom." The tall and strong Dudley was a little at a loss. What happened today scared him.

His aunt held Dudley's head in her arms, "It's okay, no one can hurt you."

My uncle said in a gruff voice, "If these evil guys don't leave, I'm going to make them taste the bullet."

He took his aunt in his arms, sandwiched Dudley between them, and carried them towards the house with his fat body, trembling.

Sirius bought a house next to the Dursleys.

The weeds in the yard were not taken care of, and there was an old-fashioned Muggle lawn mower. The walls were neatly painted, the living room was spacious and brightly lit, and under the big-head TV were two game console controllers and various game cartridges.

Refrigerator, microwave, everything. It's like a perfect home.

Several people sat on the soft and comfortable sofa.

Dumbledore spoke carefully, "At that time, I left a letter and told them everything. For Muggles, adopting you was a very dangerous thing, but they still raised you until you entered Hogwarts."

Sirius looked angry.

"Harry, they're your family."

Harry was silent.

"Your mother's love for you... the power of family affection... they are also your family."

Sirius finally couldn't help asking, "Are you raising him like a family member? He lives worse than a house-elf."

Dumbledore sighed heavily, "This isn't how it should be between family members, Harry."

Harry remained silent. He did not want to forgive. He had been beaten so many times that his body was bruised and he lay in the cramped storage room without being able to cry out in pain. He had fallen asleep so many times counting the wood grain of the storage room.

If this was the price of survival, he would rather die with his parents.

If there were no Hogwarts and Sirius, he could still endure that kind of life, but once a person sees the light, he can no longer adapt to the darkness.

The hatred that had been lingering for so many nights could not be smoothed over by a word of affection from Dumbledore.

But this was Dumbledore, and Harry could only express his attitude with silence.

"I'm going to talk to the Dursleys. Harry, think about it carefully. Even if it's just to deal with Voldemort, you should keep the amulet that Lily has on you." Dumbledore said, and stood up and walked out.

The last sentence made Harry raise his eyelids, but he still didn't say anything.

Click.

The door is closed.

"If you ask me, you should turn all the Dursleys into hamsters and raise them. That way they will be by your side." Sirius seemed to really think this was a feasible plan.

Harry shook his head, "Dumbledore is right. Although I don't want to acknowledge them, they are my mother's sisters."

"Even if I don't want to forgive them, ever."

Loren curled up on the sofa, thinking about everything about Harry.

He was extremely talented and should have been happy and outgoing. Even if he wasn't as arrogant as his father James, he definitely shouldn't be like this now, timid and submissive, with a sense of inferiority in his heart.

No one knows how long this inferiority complex will remain hidden in his heart, perhaps for a lifetime. If Harry had not lacked family affection since childhood, he would not have been so obsessed with everything about his parents.

The family affection and love that Dumbledore talked about were too abstract, at least not enough to make up for the scars in Harry's heart now.

Harry wiped his face, took a deep breath, and forced a smile, "Let me introduce you, this is Loren, Loren Morgan. I told you that it was thanks to him that you were able to get out of Azkaban."

He turned to look at Loren, a little embarrassed to be in this state in front of his friends, "This is Sirius, my godfather."

Sirius suddenly warmed up, with a friendly smile on his face, and almost wanted to stand up and hug Loren.

He danced with joy to thank Loren for exposing the true identity of Peter Pettigrew.

Loren always had a strange feeling in his heart, but he couldn't remember what it was, so he dealt with it absent-mindedly.

A moment later, Dumbledore re-entered.

"I talked to your uncle and aunt for a while, and they won't treat you like that again." Dumbledore paused, then continued: "I hope you can experience the true meaning of family affection. If not, at least stay until you come of age."

"Sirius is around you, you can use magic. But I want you to use them in the right place."

Harry's smile faded back into obscurity and he nodded, heading out the door towards the Dursleys'.

Watching Harry disappear, Dumbledore sighed. There are some truths that can only be understood if you experience them personally, or you may never understand them.

He looked at Sirius and instructed, "During the summer vacation, teach Harry Occlumency."

"Why did Harry learn that kind of magic?"

Sirius was full of disdain. "Only shameful pure-blood families would let young wizards practice brain occlumency to prevent people from discovering the dirty and evil thoughts in their brains."

"The Death Eaters are probably also happy that Harry's brain is defenseless."

Dumbledore's words silenced Sirius.

Sirius was silent for a moment, then scoffed, "Unfortunately, I also happen to come from a filthy pure-blood family."

Dumbledore was relieved, "Loren, let's go."

The sound of the door closing was heard again, and Sirius curled up on the sofa.

The lights dim.

Only a pair of eyes were left, glowing in the darkness.

In the Dursley's house, under the dim light, Petunia's face had tear marks and a red nose. She stood behind the desk lamp, looking at Harry with sad and strange eyes.

Harry looked at her and said nothing. Seeing that the kitchen utensils were still in the sink, he waved his wand and the dishes floated up and washed them, and then they were neatly placed on the countertop.

"Won't you get a warning letter for doing this?" Aunt's eyes showed a look of nostalgia and envy. Lily was always like this. Every summer vacation, her family would receive several warning letters, but she never cared.

"Yeah." Harry turned around, walked into his storage room and closed the door.

There is no light in the silent night.

The grudges cannot be eliminated, there are endless contradictions, and each other has seen the ugliest face of the other.

This is family.

Loren’s memory will not be revealed until the second grade, so I’ll just give a small cue here.

As for the problem between the Dursleys and Harry, the abuse was real abuse, the upbringing was real upbringing, and the childhood trauma was real trauma, so just leave it as it is.

Chapter 122 About the East

"Dumbledore?" Loren tugged at Dumbledore's hand.

Dumbledore lowered his head, "Do you have any idea of ​​what just happened?"

Loren hesitated for a moment, "I don't think Harry needs to forgive them, nor does he have to treat them as family members."

"Loren, I always believe that family love is beautiful, and this beautiful emotion contains tremendous power." Dumbledore smiled very gently.

"But," Loren said, "the hurt caused by family members is the most profound, isn't it?"

After hearing Loren's words, Dumbledore fell silent.

Many years ago, his parents left Dumbledore and his two siblings one after another. His sister Ariana was seriously ill and needed care at all times.

He was gifted but was tied to Godric's Hollow by his family. He always felt that such a life was dull, boring and annoying. He thought he shouldn't be locked in that small place.

Was Ariana also hurt by him at that time? How much harm did Albusford suffer because he caused Ariana's death?

“We always realize the preciousness of family affection only after we have caused harm.”

Dumbledore's voice seemed to be suppressed. "I sincerely hope that Harry can gain true family love."

Loren found it hard to agree, "But Harry has been living a life worse than that of a cat or a dog since he can remember."

He looked at Dumbledore seriously, "This kind of injury will follow him for the rest of his life."

"Sleeping in a big bed at Hogwarts will remind him of the storage room he had been sleeping in at the Dursleys' house. Seeing Professor McGonagall transfigure a fat pig, he will want to turn Dudley into a fat pig. Seeing the cream cake on the dining table will remind him of the cream cake left over from Dudley's birthday, which was thrown away instead of being given to him to eat."

"This has been going on for ten years, since he can remember. Whenever he sees a cream cake, a video game console, or countless other things, he will probably think of the pain, sadness, and resentment of the past ten years."

"Why should Harry tolerate all the abuse just because they adopted him? It doesn't make sense. Harry owes them, but he also has the right to hate them."

Dumbledore took Loren's hand and squeezed it tighter.

"But if they really become a loving family, then all the good things they do will become a medium for inducing painful memories. But then he can't hate them. Wouldn't that be even more painful?"

After Loren finished speaking, he felt Dumbledore's little finger twitching twice.

Dumbledore said: "You are right, I should respect Harry's choice."

The topic ended here. Loren was not involved. He just expressed his opinion and quickly put these things behind him.

After Harry learned magic, it became difficult for the Dursleys to bully others. Besides, they now had Sirius' support, so there was not much to worry about.

The dark streets of Privet Drive were completely silent.

Two figures, one old and one young, walked out of Privet Drive. Beams of firefly-like light returned to the street lamps, illuminating the dim road.

He showed a curious look towards the Deluminator. As an alchemy apprentice, he was very interested in this kind of thing.

"Deluminator? I read about that in the book that introduced you."

“Is there a limit to the light source that can be absorbed?”

"What will happen if you don't put them back?"

The chattering questions made Dumbledore come out of his past memories and reflections on Harry's education, and his depressed heart felt a little relieved.

He replied: "It's just a trivial invention. I didn't know books nowadays describe it in such detail."

"what!"

Loren had long wanted to complain about the books that introduced wizards to the magic world. "Speaking of which, the book that introduced Nico even mentioned where he lived in seclusion."

Dumbledore chuckled twice and suppressed all his bad emotions in front of the child.

Loren went on to say, “If a secluded place is written about, can it still be called seclusion?”

Dumbledore did not answer this question. He took Loren's hand and continued walking forward. "Your Grandpa Bates is not back. Where are you going to go next? Hogwarts does not allow students to stay in school during the summer vacation. Except for Minerva and Filch, other professors will leave the castle one after another."

"I thought the professors all made their homes in the castle?"

“Professors have their own lives.”

"What about Professor McGonagall? Didn't she?"

Dumbledore seemed not to have heard these words and continued walking forward with Loren.

Minerva enjoyed life at Hogwarts.

"We've already left the Muggle community, why don't we teleport back to Hogwarts?" Loren realized something was wrong as he walked.

He looked at Dumbledore warily and asked, "Do you want to buy Muggle candy again?"

Dumbledore nodded calmly, "When you are in a bad mood, you should eat something sweet."

Loren shook Dumbledore's arm, "Then your idea will fail."