And every plant, regardless of size! Even if Blake wanted to plant a Whomping Willow in there, it would be no problem! Products produced by the system are worthy of being called high-quality products! Blake thought. Then entered Hogwarts. He had to see the Whomping Willow. Then see if the Whomping Willow has any seeds or something... Just when Blake was having fun playing with Dabao. There was a knock on the room door. Blake opened the door.

Dumbledore was standing outside the door. "I have something to do now and I need to go out for a while." "Um...are you going to be busy again?" Dumbledore's heart softened. but…… "This is important." "I'd better go and see it in person to feel more at ease." Black didn't actually care what Dumbledore was doing. So I asked casually. "What is it?" But Dumbledore took that nonchalant look as disappointment. Hey, I told you to take good care of this child. But I never had time to spend more time with him. Even his food, clothing, housing and transportation. It was all the help of the house-elves sent by that old guy Grindelwald. Think about it this way. Dumbledore couldn't help but feel guilty. "I'm going to see someone." "Who?"

"Harry Potter." …… No. 4 Privet Drive. Dumbledore and Black were sitting on a bench outside the room. Blake raised his right hand. I felt the Disillusionment Charm cast by Dumbledore himself with great curiosity. This Disillusionment Charm is too complete. Even he himself couldn't see where his body was. Not to mention the Muggles passing by. Also, because Dumbledore secretly cast a small-scale Muggle-repelling spell. No one else came to sit on this "empty" chair. "Clang clang clang!" The sound of hammering nails continued to come from number 4, Privet Drive. Blake knew. This is Harry Potter's Uncle Vernon using a hammer and nails to seal the letter hole on the door. "Oh... what a poor child." Dumbledore sighed softly. "We knew that the Muggle couple might treat him badly." "But we have to put him here in foster care." "Because his aunt is his last blood relative." "I can only stay with my blood relatives." "The protective magic on him will work." On the way here. Dumbledore had told Black everything about Harry. Even though Blake already knew this... at this time. An owl flew over. It had a letter in its mouth.

This is Harry's admission letter. Hogwarts admission letter. Unless I receive it myself. Or write back and refuse to go to Hogwarts. Otherwise, the letters will just keep coming. The owl habitually dropped the letter into the letter slot in the door. but…… Uncle Fenon has just nailed up the letter hole. "Tuk!" The letter hit the door and fell out. Owl glanced at the letter in confusion. I don't understand why it won't fit in. "They're just going too far." Blake stood up. "What are you going to do?" Dumbledore asked curiously. "Don't they allow letters to be delivered?" "I'm going to send the letter in." Black pulled out the wand Ollivander had made. From a distance, he cast a spell at the letter on the ground. Dumbledore did not stop Black. After all, this wasn't an offensive spell. Just a simple cloning spell. "Swipe!" The letter on the ground suddenly changed from one to two, and then to three... In an instant, the letter at the door turned into hundreds of letters. Black raised his wand slightly. The envelopes on the ground automatically flew up like a group of pigeons.

Then they launched a general attack on number 4 Privet Drive. Countless letters came through the window slits. Through the crack in the door. From the chimney. Keep rushing in! "what!" There were women's screams and men's roars in the house. ps: Dear readers, I, the humble author, am madly asking for data! The flowers, monthly tickets, and evaluation votes you cast are the greatest support for me! Only when readers support me will I have the motivation to continue to update! . Chapter 43 Dumbledore: You've seen through my plan before I even started? "Your spell level has improved again." Dumbledore looked at Black admiringly. But maybe I'm a little numb. Not enough mood swings. Therefore, the system did not prompt the treasure chest. "I didn't buy that spell book in Diagon Alley for nothing." Blake said with a little pride. He looked over there at the haunted number 4, Privet Drive. “So many letters flew in.” "Surely they can't stop Harry from reading the letter." Blake said as he put away his wand. Dumbledore shook his head. "I don't think Harry will see the letter after all." "In fact... this family is worse than we thought." "If I'm not wrong." "Harry, there must be a lot he doesn't know." "You can't expect Muggles who don't even show Harry the letter to tell him the truth." Black said, "Let's go tell Harry now then." "If we go together, even if Harry's uncle and aunt object, they can't stop us from telling Harry the truth, right?"

Dumbledore smiled and shook his head. "Someone will tell him everything, Blake." "I sent someone I trust to do this." "He was a good friend of Harry's parents." "It was he who brought Harry here personally." "I think it would be more appropriate for him to tell him the truth of the matter."