“So you see, he doesn’t really want to see me, so this is up to you Harry.”

Dumbledore was silent.

Another tile fell from the tower.

This time the words on the tile were ‘East, get out.’

The already awkward expression on Dumbledore’s face became even more awkward.

Harry looked at the tiles on the ground, then looked at the tower in front of him, and Dumbledore beside him.

As a seasoned adventurer, Harry immediately understood that this was Nugamund, where Grandvor, who had once made the whole of Europe tremble with fear, was imprisoned.

While lamenting that reading was indeed a very important thing for adventurers, Harry walked towards the tower.

However, as soon as he took a step forward, what fell from the tower this time was no longer a tile, but a brick.

With a “bang”, the stone fell heavily in front of Harry.

Although there was nothing written on the stone this time, Grindelwald’s message that he did not want to see Harry or Dumbledore had been conveyed.

Harry looked at the stones on the ground, then glanced back at Dumbledore behind him.

Dumbledore sighed and waved his wand to summon a portal.

“Let’s go. Since he doesn’t want to see us, we don’t have to force him.”

Passing through the portal, Harry and Dumbledore returned to his office.

Originally Harry thought that Dumbledore brought him here to discuss something.

But unexpectedly, Dumbledore took out a piece of lemon cake from the cupboard and handed it to Harry.

“Go ahead, today is your birthday, you should go see James.”

Harry looked at the lemon cake in Dumbledore’s hands.

“Professor, you know, he is now…”

“No fire.”

Dumbledore interrupted Harry.

“But that doesn’t stop you from giving him a piece of birthday cake, does it?”

Looking at Dumbledore in front of him, Harry hesitated for a moment and took the cake from Dumbledore.

“I’ll go see him, but have you made any progress in your research? We all know that, apart from those wizards who transformed themselves into liches, the rest of the undead are mostly controlled by the wizards who resurrected them, or by the clan leaders.”

“There has been some progress, but not much. In the known cases, it is necessary to weaken the wizards who control them to a certain extent. As long as their will is strong enough, they can break free from the wizards who control them.”

Holding the cake, Harry left Dumbledore’s office.

Hogwarts was not particularly quiet during the holidays. Although there were fewer noises made by the students, the armors patrolling back and forth and the people in the paintings hanging in the corridors still made the castle look very lively.

Going down the stairs to the basement, Harry came to Snape’s office and knocked on the door.

“Who?”

“It’s me, Harry.”

After hearing that it was Harry, there was a noise in Snape’s room.

Snape, wearing a robe, opened the door. Judging from the messiness of his robe and hair, Snape had probably just put on the robe.

“Harry, it’s the holidays, what are you doing here? What are you holding?”

“It’s Professor Cake.”

Harry looked at Snape, who looked surprised.

“Today is my birthday, and Dumbledore asked me to give a cake to my father.”

Snape frowned, as if Harry had eaten something wrong, and stared at Harry for a while before making way for Harry to walk into his office.

But as Harry passed by Snape, he thought he seemed to hear Snape muttering something.

“Ha! My son is here to see his dad! Congratulations, Harry! He’s another year older!”

As soon as Harry walked into Snape’s office, he saw James frozen in ice greeting him.

“Thank you.”

Harry walked up to James and looked at the cake in his hand and James who was frozen in ice in front of him with some embarrassment.

As if he understood Harry’s current dilemma, James showed a hearty smile on his face.

“Harry, I’m not very comfortable doing it myself right now. Could you please feed me?”

Harry looked at James in the ice in front of him in surprise.

“You know Harry, I haven’t tasted cake in over ten years.”

“Then the cake you can’t digest will get moldy in your stomach, which will attract a bunch of flies, and I will have to fill your stomach with pesticides and preservatives.”

Snape’s cold voice sounded from behind Harry.

“That’s really nice.”

“how?”

James looked past Harry and at Snape who was standing behind Harry.

“Are you jealous? If you have a child, you can also let him feed you cake.”

At this point James had a mocking expression on his face.

“I’ve always wanted to see your jealous expression. Why? No one is still single at over fifty…”

“Whisper.”

Before James could finish his words, Snape, who was standing behind Harry, waved his wand and interrupted James’s next words with magic.

“Harry…”

Snape seemed to want to say something, but halfway through his words, he swallowed them back into his stomach.

“Happy birthday.”

After saying this, Snape walked back to his favorite armchair and sat down.

“Thank you.”

After thinking for a moment, Harry took out his wand and conjured up a plate, then cut off a small piece of cake and placed it on the plate.

Then he placed the cut piece of cake on the coffee table next to Snape.

“I’m sorry, Professor, I didn’t know you were in your office during the holidays.”

131 The Burrow and Harry’s Eloquence

Although he shared a cake that was not his own birthday cake with James and Snape, Harry’s birthday party could not go on anyway after being attacked by Dementors.

After returning to number 4 Privet Drive from the Ministry of Magic, Harry spent twenty minutes explaining to Aunt Petunia and her family that it would be safer for them if he left there temporarily.

The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, or as Muggles say, the Military Police, will protect their safety 24 hours a day from now on so that they don’t have to worry about being attacked again.

As soon as Harry finished speaking, Dudley whistled, “An invisible wizard protects me 24 hours a day, so cool~”

Then, under the death gaze of Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, Daly shut up.

“Harry, has the situation become so dangerous?”

Aunt Petunia looked at Harry nervously.

“It’s still within control.”

Harry smiled.

“This is probably a little revenge for me ruining his plan last year. But judging from the fact that he only dared to send this kind of thing, he can’t do anything to us, so it’s still safe for now.”

“It’s good to be safe.”

Aunt Petunia sighed.

“Harry, you should know…”

Harry nodded before Aunt Petunia finished speaking.

“I know, safety first.”

When Aunt Petunia heard what Harry said, she sighed again and waved her hand.

“Then let’s go quickly to that Burrow.”

After saying that, Aunt Petunia turned around and looked at the food sent from the Michelin restaurant that was still in the kitchen and had not been touched, and sighed again.

Uncle Vernon, who was sitting next to her, reached out and patted Aunt Petunia on the shoulder.

Seeing this scene, Harry quietly slipped out of the kitchen and returned to his room to pack his luggage.

Actually, there is nothing much to pack.

Harry’s things had always been stuffed into the two large boxes in accordance with adventurer’s habit.

One box contained Harry’s textbooks, school uniforms and other miscellaneous items, and the other box contained Harry’s weapons.

Harry’s habit of putting used things back into the box meant that he only had to stuff the gifts he hadn’t opened into the box to complete his packing.

Harry picked up the two boxes and just walked out of his room, he saw Daly blocking the stairs.

“What? Is something wrong?”

Dali looked at Harry carrying the box, hesitated for a moment as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only said one sentence.

“I send you.”

After saying that, he reached out and took the big box containing Harry’s clothes from Harry.

“Fuck, how many people are in this box?”

As soon as Dali took the box from Harry, he almost lost his grip on it and it fell to the ground.

“Yeah, I stuffed two football teams in a box, and I let them out of the box whenever I have nothing to do and watch them play.”

Dali smiled, patted Harry on the shoulder, and followed Harry downstairs carrying the box.