Hogwarts: Jade, stop controlling Harry!

"That's right, at least that's what I think."

Dumbledore nodded approvingly and said in a very affirmative tone.

Love is the greatest power in the world!

"And it was your mother's love for you that created the protective spell that blocked the Dark Lord's fatal blow."

"At the same time, this magic will continue to work on you, protecting you from the Dark Lord's harm until you reach adulthood."

Harry is willing to believe the analysis of the world's most powerful white wizard.

After listening, he lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.

Harry was recalling what he had seen.

His mother poured all her love into him in her final moments, hoping to protect her child. It was this great maternal love that defeated the then-arrogant Dark Lord.

Harry's eyes welled up with tears as he thought of the somewhat blurry face of the red-haired woman in his memory.

"You still haven't told me what this has to do with me going back to my aunt's house," Harry said, wiping away tears from the corner of his eye with the back of his hand and raising his head.

Dumbledore watched Harry quietly as he wiped away his tears.

He explained, "But I suspect that the prerequisite for your mother's protective charm to remain in effect is that Harry must live with a blood relative and return at least once a year for a certain period of time for it to take effect..."

Now Harry finally understood why Dumbledore wanted to send him to his aunt's house and why he said those words.

"But don't I have any other family?" Harry frowned.

Why does it have to be the Dursleys?

Dumbledore sighed and said softly, "I'm sorry, Harry."

Harry understood now; it seemed he really didn't have any other relatives.

"It's okay."

Before Harry could finish speaking, Dumbledore said, "Your grandfathers left England during the time of the Dark Lord, and I don't know exactly where they went..."

Harry: ".."

No, you should have said so earlier!

I thought my whole family had died.

"Uh, okay," Harry said helplessly.

Dumbledore blinked like a child who had succeeded in his scheme.

"So, you think Voldemort will still be after me, and I'll still be in danger, so I have to go back to my aunt's house next year?" Harry asked, sounding somewhat reluctant.

He really didn't want to go back, but of course, it wasn't impossible for him to go back if he was forced to.

After all, Dudley is no match for him now, and Harry doesn't think he'll continue to put up with this.

But of course, it would be best if we could avoid meeting.

"At least from the perspective of protecting you, I think so," Dumbledore said gently.

"Of course, you don't have to go back this year, but what I want to say is—your aunt's family has already realized the mistakes they made."

"I can assure you, they will not treat you the same way they used to," Dumbledore assured the Dursleys.

Harry remained noncommittal, then asked hopefully, "So how long do I need to stay back? Is a day okay?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "I think it needs at least one month each year."

Harry frowned. He wanted to say that he could protect himself, but he figured Dumbledore wouldn't believe him anyway.

"Can I stay at school?" Harry thought for a moment and then asked, "Even if I have to pay some of the accommodation fees."

With Dumbledore, the most powerful white wizard, in charge, even if Voldemort were still alive, he probably wouldn't dare to do anything to him.

Dumbledore said regretfully, "I'm sorry, Harry, Hogwarts doesn't keep students during the summer holidays, but they can during Christmas."

Harry was a little annoyed, but he finally nodded. "Okay, I can go back and stay for a month later."

Dumbledore smiled. "Great, Harry. Now, let's go back and check on them."

Harry's expression showed hesitation.

Considering that he was going to go back to live there again, he should indeed go back to ease the tension in their relationship.

Otherwise, Harry could guess what would happen when he went back next summer, and how Aunt Petunia would react.

"—Committing such a mistake, huh! Disappearing without a word... not coming back for a whole year. No news at all, we didn't know if you were dead or alive! We all thought you were dead, what are you doing back now?!"

"Can I not stay at Privet Drive today?" Harry asked finally.

Dumbledore immediately assured him, "It's just a quick visit to clear up the little misunderstanding that happened recently. After that, Harry, you can come back and stay until the start of the school year."

"And I will be with you," Dumbledore added.

Harry nodded silently.

Although he accepted it, Harry wasn't happy about it.

Compared to Dumbledore, who, while supposedly respecting his wishes, also seemed to be guiding him in making choices, Harry trusted his father, who only silently helped him solve problems, much more!

"Then let's set off now, sir, and come back as soon as possible," Harry said.

Dumbledore smiled and said lightly, "Of course, Harry. By the way, I didn't know you had such strength?"

Harry froze for a moment, but then recovered and said casually, "Maybe it's the result of my consistent training lately. I don't want to be bullied by Dudley anymore."

Dumbledore: "..."

The silver-bearded old man said nothing more; he knew that his actions had somewhat eroded Harry's trust and goodwill towards him...

The key is.

After seeing Harry with his own eyes, Dumbledore was surprised to find that the boy had indeed changed a lot.

Not only was his appearance completely different from the small, thin boy he had seen before, who was wearing tattered and ill-fitting clothes.

They have also become more assertive and courageous.

"Can I bring my pet with me?" Harry suddenly asked.

"Of course... um, do you mean your owl?"

Before Dumbledore could finish speaking, Harry happily picked up Jade's salamander.

It's really heavy now!

Harry touched the salamander's back and asked Dumbledore, who had stopped.

"What, can't Pello do it?"

Dumbledore saw right through Harry's thoughts and smiled helplessly, "Of course, Harry."

"Then take my arm, let's set off now!"

From Jade's notes, Harry learned that Dumbledore possessed a teleportation spell called Apparition, so he reached out and firmly grasped Dumbledore's arm.

"Snapped!"

A loud, thunderous explosion echoed through the room. When the sound faded, the room was empty. Only the newspapers and Hedwig's feather, whipped up by a sudden gust of wind, remained...

.....

No. 4, Privet Road!

Harry felt like he had been squeezed out of a water pipe, and it was a terrible feeling!

Why does Xiaoyu find this so fun?

Looking at the familiar street before him, where he had lived for almost eleven years, Harry sighed.

Well, he came back anyway.

Dumbledore, standing nearby, looked down at Harry and asked, "Are you ready, Harry? I think you could ring the doorbell?"

Harry nodded, stepped forward, holding the salamander in one arm and pressing the Dursleys' doorbell with the other.

Harry was somewhat dazed as he pressed the doorbell.

He used to have to stand on tiptoe to reach it, but now he can just stretch out his hand.

That's right, he doesn't care about the Dursleys anymore!

He's not afraid of them anymore!