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    The vigorous power change of the Ministry of Magic finally came to an end, and Cornelius Fudge was unsurprisingly kicked out of the stage by a huge "advantage" close to unanimous votes.

    And the position of Minister of Magic was beyond most people's expectations.

    It is normal that the current head of the Auror office, Rufus Scrimgeour, the hardliner, was not selected. After all, the return of Voldemort has not been really confirmed. Most of them are still accustomed to being an ostrich and maintaining  A surface of peace.

    And the current Director of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia Bones, who was originally a hot candidate, actually voluntarily stated not long ago that she would not participate in the election, which is incomprehensible to many people.

    But Ms. Burns did not explain anything, so those who originally supported her saw that she insisted on not running, and cast their votes for others.  Nice, got most of the votes.

    So the final result is that Piers Thickness, who has always appeared as the deputy of Ms. Burns in the past and has not much reputation outside the world, has become the latest Minister of Magic in an incredible but reasonable way.

    And shortly after Fudge stepped down, the Wizengamot held another trial. The object of the trial was Dolores Umbridge, who had just been discharged from St. Mungo's hospital. The result of this trial was not unexpected, Um  Rich was sent to Azkaban directly for several crimes.

    Regarding the wonderful dramas in the Ministry of Magic during this period, Harry Potter has learned to a certain extent through the "Daily Prophet", which is one of his few pleasures in the Dursleys' house.

    Especially after knowing that Umbridge was imprisoned in Azkaban, he turned over in the room excitedly

    As a result, he accidentally kicked Hedwig's cage, which shocked the snowy owl who was resting inside, and then Harry was chased by it and pecked several times, and several locks of hair were torn off.  .

    What pleased Harry the most was that he received a letter from Dumbledore three days ago, saying that he would pick him up at eleven o'clock tonight to go to Sirius' home, and there was still one thing to do in the middle.  his help.

    So today after dinner, Harry packed his luggage early and waited for Dumbledore's arrival.

    On the other hand, the Dursleys, who had been notified by Harry three days ago that Dumbledore was coming tonight, were at a loss for what to do. They wanted to leave to avoid Dumbledore's visit, but  Worried about what those "strange people" would do to my precious home, I didn't dare to leave easily.

    After struggling like this for three days, Vernon and Peggy couldn't make a decision.

    "Why don't we leave" Aunt Peggy said tremblingly.

    She knew something about Dumbledore, and even had a certain connection, and she felt very guilty at this time.

    Dumbledore was the one who handed Harry over to her to be raised by Dumbledore, and Paige was well aware of their family's situation with Harry, so she didn't dare to face Dumbledore at all.

    "No!" Uncle Vernon panted heavily, and growled in a low voice, "Who knows that Deng"

    "Dumbledore."

    "What the hell! Who knows what those freaks are going to do in our house! Have you forgotten how our fireplace was destroyed?! And that damn 'Best in England' last summer  Suburb Lawn Grand Prix! What an embarrassment for us!" Uncle Vernon roared with deep resentment.

    When he received that letter, he had been showing it off to the neighbors for a long time, but in the end he found out that it was a trick used by wizards to take Harry away.  Did not slow down.

    Aunt Peggy let out a mournful cry, and looked at the fireplace that had been repaired but not sealed again, with sympathy.

    "But" She put her arms around her baby son, and said worriedly: "If they do something to baby Dada again"

    Her worries were not unfounded. When Hagrid came, Dudley had an extra pig tail, and then when Wes came to the house, his tongue swelled dozens of times. After that, Dudley was still photographed outside the house.  The ghosts were attacked.

    And Dudley obviously also has a strong psychological shadow on these things, especially the dementors. He curled up in Aunt Peggy's arms, trembling all over, regardless of whether his mother's thin body could protect him.  His figure is several laps bigger than the average adult.

    "We can hide Dudley in his room," said Uncle Vernon.

    However thisThis proposal was firmly opposed by Aunt Peggy.

    "No!" she screamed, "What if those dementors sneak away to attack Dada?!"

    Dudley let out a little girl's scream too, and his body trembled even more violently.

    Uncle Vernon's purple-red face showed a trace of fear, he wiped the cold sweat from his brow, and said not very confidently: "Then as long as Dudley doesn't touch anything handed over by those freaks, it should be  There will be no problem"

    Harry looked at the faces of the Dursleys with a smile on their face, without any explanation. He wished to see more of their ugly appearance, and it would be merciful not to add fuel to the flames.  How could it be possible to explain to Dumbledore.

    Besides, even if he explained it, the Dursleys probably wouldn't believe it, so Harry didn't bother to bother.

    As the time approached eleven o'clock, the mood of the Dursleys became worse and worse.

    Dudley and Peggy huddled together in a corner of the sofa, while Uncle Vernon walked around the living room with a grumpy face, grabbing a handful of hair or tugging at his neckline now and then.

    His hair, which is usually meticulously groomed, has turned into a chicken coop. His beloved tie is like a dead snake, hanging crookedly around his neck. The neckline is open, revealing some curly chest hair.

    "Damn it! How on earth is that Dumbledore planning to come here?!" After turning around for a while, Vernon suddenly yelled at Harry who was sitting by the window.

    "It's Dumbledore." Since Occlumency has made great progress, Harry felt that his temper seemed to be much milder. He calmly corrected Uncle Vernon's address to Dumbledore, and then replied: "  I don't know, he didn't mention it in his letter, there are too many means for wizards to travel long distances, Floo powder, Portkey, apparition" He pointed with his fingers, completely ignoring the Dursleys.  Horrified gaze.

    "Oh, that's right!" Harry smirked, "If he wasn't so anxious, Dumbledore might choose to ride a broomstick or a Thestral."

    To the Dursleys' ears, these are completely crazy words, which successfully made their expressions even more frightened.

    And Harry continued to scare them: "You may not know what a Thestral is," he "kindly" explained: "It's a black flying horse with bat-like wings and eagle-like wings."  Mouth, I like to eat raw meat with blood."

    After seeing that even Uncle Vernon ran to the sofa to huddle with Dudley and the others, Harry hurriedly "comforted" him: "But don't worry, most people can't see thestrals, only people who have seen death  to see them."

    Naturally, all the Dursleys turned pale with fright, and Aunt Petunia almost fainted.

    Originally, Harry wanted to continue, but it was eleven o'clock at this time, and almost at the same time, all the street lights outside were extinguished.

    Harry hastily pressed his nose against the window, squinting his eyes and looking out at the sidewalk

    A tall figure in a long cloak was walking along the garden path, and there seemed to be a cat squatting on his shoulder

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