HP: After binding to the strongest wizard development system

Professor Dumbledore's reply came very late. By that time, the Emery family and Harry had already had dinner together. Originally, Mrs. Emery wanted to keep Harry for a while, but Harry was worried about Aunt Petunia's family. Not daring to go back too late, I took advantage of the heavy snow and went back.

For fear of being questioned by Aunt Petunia, Harry even refused a downed cloak that Mrs. Emery had specially offered. The little man trudged forward on the snow-white ground, but quickly disappeared on the opposite street corner.

Mrs. Emery clutched her chest and was still looking at the direction Harry left: "It's really...he is so young. Is his aunt his biological child?"

"Don't cry. I see that Ollie has brought back a reply from Professor Dumbledore. Let's read the reply first and then talk about the truth." Mr. Emery hugged his wife and took the reply from the owl without opening it. , and passed it on to his wife.

The family of three gathered on the sofa and read the contents of the reply letter together.

"Dear Sallera:

Regarding your question, I'm sorry that I didn't reply to you until now because I was hesitant whether to tell you the truth or not.

Harry's mother, our dear Lily, used her life to protect Harry before she was killed. This kept him from Voldemort, but she also needed to live in a place where Lily's blood existed and could be called home. place.

Petunia Dursley is Lily's last blood relative. For Harry's safety, even though we all know that he will not live well there, we must give Harry to her.

I'm sorry, but I can't do anything about Harry's current situation. Petunia Dursley hates and resists magic. I also tried to help Harry, but was not allowed at all.

Fortunately, Petunia Dursley promised me that she would take Harry in and allow him to go home until his seventeenth birthday. I also arranged for someone to look after Harry's safety near Privet Drive.

Finally, I wish you all a good Christmas. By the way, I really like the candy Teal sent.

Sincerely Albus Dumbledore"

"Does blood exist?" Tier frowned, "I don't think I've seen this kind of magic in any book I've read. It's really magical."

"Til, in fact, what Lily cast on Harry is not a kind of magic. You can call it... asylum? I don't know if I am right, after all, I have never tried it." Emery The lady was thoughtful.

Under Tier's gaze, she continued to explain: "Perhaps we can understand that this is a kind of connecting magic, relying on something as a medium to connect both parties and provide shelter."

"In Harry's case, the blood of Lily and Petunia Dursley is the intermediary. Relying on their blood ties, they provide little Harry with protection from Voldemort and Death Eaters." Emer Mr Lee added.

An idea flashed in Teal's mind, and he thought that there seemed to be a line of comments in the corner of a book he had seen by chance in the library. That line of comments was a string of magic spells: "Bond of blood charm"

"Did Mrs. Potter cast blood bond magic?" Till finally felt a little impressed. Before, she didn't study this kind of ancient and complex magic in depth because she didn't pay attention to it. Now that she learned that Harry was cast by Lily, Through blood bond magic, Till thought he might be able to study it.

"It may not be Lily. I think Professor Dumbledore has a greater chance of casting blood bond magic." Mr. Emery shook his head and read the reply again with his head lowered. "Blood bond magic will become ineffective when the person who is cast on it reaches adulthood. , Professor Dumbledore obviously also knows something about this."

Till nodded, agreeing with his father's analysis.

"Well, whether it was Lily or Professor Dumbledore, this has nothing to do with us." Seeing that the family's atmosphere became a little serious, Mrs. Emery quickly smiled and relaxed, "Let's put this Christmas first. I've given it, and we just need to invite Harry to our house more often."

Till hurriedly pointed to the heavy snow outside: "I must see Harry again this Christmas vacation. We haven't had time to build a snowman together yet."

"Okay, let's see the situation tomorrow. If it's suitable, can we invite Harry to play tomorrow?" Mrs. Emery nodded Till's forehead in a funny way. Seeing that she was blushing and embarrassed, she hugged her. A moment of intimacy.

But when the night got late and Till fell asleep, the Emery couple who returned to the room were not as calm as they were in front of Till.

"Tell me, what can we do to help Harry?" Mrs. Emery lay in her husband's arms, her thick eyebrows furrowed. Countless thoughts flashed through her mind, but she rejected them one by one, feeling that none of them were appropriate. .

Mr. Emery was also thinking about it, but the two of them were not related to Harry. Just being friends of Harry's parents was not enough.

And just as Professor Dumbledore said in his letter, just for the sake of Petunia Dursley's blood bond with Harry, they had to hand Harry over to his aunt's family.

"Let's take it one step at a time. Ask Harry to come to our house more often. At worst, we can negotiate and ask Harry to come to our place for daily meals and go back to his aunt's house at night." Mr. Emery came up with this idea, " If we can’t think of a way to get the best of both worlds, then both sides can only take a step back.”

Mrs. Emery also felt that this was the best way at the moment, but after a while, she started to worry about whether Harry would not be able to live well at his aunt's house.

Without even caring about Harry's daily diet and clothing, would the Dursleys prepare a room for Harry? Will there be no heating in winter? Mrs. Emery really felt that her mind could not be settled.

"No, I still have to write another letter to Professor Dumbledore. Does the blood protection require him to live at his aunt's house every day? What will Harry do when he goes to school in the future?" Mrs. Emery lifted the quilt and put on a blanket. He walked lightly to the study.

Mr. Emery lay on his back, feeling helpless that his elegant and dignified wife had lost her temper. But it was because he saw Mrs. Emery's sincere heart beneath her cold surface that he was gradually attracted to her and fell in love with her.

Even though his wife was not here, he couldn't sleep alone in the empty bed. Mr. Emery put on his coat and went to the study. When he passed Till's room, he quietly walked lightly, not wanting to wake Till up.

Professor Dumbledore, who was far away at Hogwarts, was also helpless. Although he was used to going to bed late, he didn't want to be bombarded with letters from Mrs. Emery because of his habit of going to bed late.

Seeing the industrious owl flying into the window of the small tower again, Professor Dumbledore couldn't help shaking his head, but he didn't feel angry. He was only extremely pleased that the Emery family cared about Harry.

Professor Dumbledore, who was occupied by the letter, didn't even have time to eat sweets. He sat at his desk without complaint, but after waiting for him to read the letter, he didn't write a reply for a long time.

time limit? Professor Dumbledore touched his beard. He seemed to have never paid attention to this. Is it recorded in the book? Professor Dumbledore stood up suddenly and began to dig out the relevant books, but found no specific content.

Having no other choice, Professor Dumbledore began to look through the inventory on the bookshelf again. Most of these were the notes of past principals, and there might be records.

Finally, at around ten o'clock, he found a small line of writing.

"The specific asylum time limit is determined by the blood concentration."

Professor Dumbledore:...