Chapter 1440

At Dumbledore's sister's funeral, Dumbledore's brother broke his nose.

Or Dumbledore had the mark of the first Dark Lord.

These were all tormenting his heart.

He was even doubting now, was Dumbledore really helping him? What did Dumbledore want to do?

It was clear that Dumbledore knew very well that even if Darren was poisoned, he could block those Death Eaters, but Dumbledore just pinned Darren in the corner and didn't allow him to participate.

This really made him feel more and more horrified the more he thought about it.

What made him most irritable was that Darren didn't take any of this to heart.

He told Darren these things, and Darren thought that he had also taken in the Acolytes in his second year, and even gave out some of his potions.

Now Rosier and the others were still honestly running their shop!

As for Dumbledore not letting his sister go to school, Darren said that was Dumbledore's family business, how could what others say be believed?

Just like what Voldemort said, greatness breeds envy, envy breeds resentment, and resentment is the source of all rumors.

Darren didn't believe Dumbledore would do such a thing.

This made Harry's anger useless.

The room was quiet.

Darren was still asleep.

There were some shadows under his eyes, Harry knew that during this time, Darren must have been exhausted.

All things were pressed on him, he didn't even have time to have a good sleep.

In order not to disturb Darren.

Harry walked out of the room on tiptoe. At this time, the sky hadn't fully brightened yet. Harry didn't want to go down and keep the Weasley family company either.

So he continued to climb up the stairs.

When he passed a certain room, Sirius came out from inside.

He revealed a happy expression.

"Harry, you finally know to come upstairs to find me?"

Harry was a bit embarrassed.

He just remembered that Sirius's bedroom was upstairs.

And he had never proactively come up to find Sirius before.

"Just in time, let me show you my room!"

Sirius said happily.

He pushed open the door.

Harry only took one look and confirmed that this was truly Sirius's style.

Because the walls of the room were covered with photos of Muggle girls.

Why Harry confirmed they were Muggle photos, of course, was because these photos formed a sharp contrast with the graduation photo of Sirius and the others next to them.

Sirius and the others' graduation photo was still waving at them.

The Muggle photos had already yellowed.

Harry saw the man who looked quite like him in Sirius's graduation photo at a glance.

His eye sockets were a bit moist.

Sirius seemed to know his emotions.

But he didn't stop him, instead, he found some more things.

"Yesterday was your and Darren's coming-of-age ceremony, I really couldn't help it...

I came back and tidied the room until midnight, and then I dug out a lot of things, look at this, your mother's note..."

Harry hurriedly took that note. On it was elegant handwriting.

Dear Padfoot:

Thank you for the birthday gift you sent to Harry, it's a very good broom, Harry's favorite toy is it.

But I am always thinking, if my other child were still alive, then they would definitely be the best brothers.

They would definitely play with the broom together...

I am not blaming you, I just always have a feeling, I feel he didn't die.

Perhaps I am thinking too much.

No matter what, Harry likes this broom very much.

He rode this broom, almost crashed into the kitten, and also broke an ugly and hideous vase (Petunia gave it to me).

I am not complaining, I just don't know what to say.

Anyway, we had a pretty good birthday party.

Old Bathilda Bagshot told me a lot about Dumbledore, I don't know if what she said is true or false, but it sounds really...

Also.

Dumbledore borrowed James's Invisibility Cloak, which has kept him from going out, I can see he is a bit unhappy.

Of course, he and I have been arguing during this time, I don't really want to comfort him.

But I think, if you could come, that would be even better, his mood would definitely improve.

By the way, Wormtail came over once last week, he looked a bit sad, I think he heard the news about the McKinnons.

When I heard this news, I almost cried too!

Bathilda comes over often, she is a very interesting old lady, she always comforts me, telling me to live my life well...

But she also brings up Dumbledore's affairs, which really makes me feel a bit embarrassed.

The note ends here.

Black carefully rubbed the edge of the paper.

He said with a bit of nostalgia: "At that time, she was always suspecting me, so between the lines, there was a bit about Darren.

I have to say, your mother was really a very smart woman!"

Harry revealed a smile.

He of course knew that his mother was very amazing.

Darren inherited all of his mother's advantages.

But amidst his happiness and joy, he discovered suspicious points.

"Why did Dumbledore borrow Dad's Invisibility Cloak? If there was an Invisibility Cloak, would Dad not have died?"

Harry suddenly asked.

But Black didn't think so.

"Dumbledore was just curious... and, do you really think an Invisibility Cloak is useful against people like Dumbledore and Voldemort?"

Black said with a smile.

Harry sighed.

Then he noticed other places again.

Bathilda Bagshot told his mother a lot about Dumbledore, which seemed to make his mother become a bit suspicious.

Harry suddenly thought of Aunt Muriel's words again.

He wanted to go to Godric's Hollow once again.

He wanted to take a good look there, and take a good look from Bathilda Bagshot's mouth to know more about Dumbledore.

However, he thought that Darren's meaning seemed to be the same, he thought there was no need to be too anxious, perhaps he could wait a bit longer.

It would be even better if he could find R. A. B. right now.

Regarding the Horcruxes, he had no clue at all right now!

"Alright, let's go downstairs to the kitchen!"

Black said.

Harry followed Black out of the room, and as soon as he went out, he saw Darren standing in the hallway of this floor, staring at a room door in a daze.

"Darren, why are you awake so early? Did I wake you up?"

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