Chapter 1205

"What is the side view of?"

Krum was a little bit confused. He looked at the van Lin and Hermione in the dance floor, and then Harry

"Well, I admit, I don't know what it is, but it's clear that he and his daughter have spent the whole holiday looking for them..." Harry felt he was trying to explain Luna and his father's eccentric behavior. "It's her," he said, pointing to Luna, who was still ecstatic, waving her arms like a mosquito.

"What is she doing?" Asked Krum.

"Maybe trying to get rid of a harassment." Harry said he felt that was the symptom. Krum is now not sure whether the man in front of him is taking his own pleasure. He pulls the wand out of his robe and puts it on his leg, and he is ready to get up and leave.

"Gregovic!" Harry yelled, and Krum was terrified, but Harry couldn't care much, and he was so excited; when he saw Krum's wand, he remembered that olivarden mentioned it when he checked everyone's wand in the three world championship.

"What's wrong with him?" "Krum said in surprise.

"He's a wand maker."

"I know that," Krum said. "The wand he made for you! That's why I think Quedditch... "

The more cloum listened, the more confused he was.

"How can you know the wand gregovic made for me?"

"Ah, I I think it was read somewhere, "Harry said." it's Well "His improvisation seems to have let Krum's nerves relax a little bit," a fan magazine said.

"I don't remember talking to the fans about the wand." Krum muttered.

"Maybe there are too many interviews. Forget it. You can ignore that first. Then Well Where is gregovic now? "

Krum looked at him in a puzzled way.

"He has been in hiding for many years. My wand is his last product. I think the wand he made is the best Of course, I understand that most of you in the UK prefer Olivander's products. "

Harry stopped saying anything. He pretended to watch the ball with Krum, but he was thinking about it in his head.

Harry can't help thinking about the reason Voldemort is painstakingly searching for such a famous wand maker. It must be because of the flashback spell between their wands on the day Voldemort was raised. I'm afraid even Olivander can't fully understand why the two wands with the same phoenix tail feather resonate like that.

How much will gregovic know? Does it know more than Olivander? How much secret does Olivander know about wand?

"That girl is beautiful." Krum's words awakened Harry from his contemplation. Crum is referring to Ginny, who is now with Luna. "Is she your relative too?"

"Yes," Harry replied, feeling a little annoyed. "It's pretty, but the man has followed others. The man is a careful eye and can't afford it."

"Yes," Krum said, with a dismay, "the price of being an internationally famous Quidditch player is that beautiful girls are picked away?"

After all, Krum took a sandwich from the waiter who passed by, and then turned and walked away along the dance floor.

Harry wanted to find van Lin as soon as possible and tell him about gregovic, but the guy was dancing in the middle of the dance floor with Hermione.

But Ron did not know where to go, those little sister Meiwa, Ron can proudly declare that he belongs to the kind of near water tower, lotus will help him, will not.

Harry wants to find Ginny again, but Ginny is jumping with Lee Jordan now. Harry wants to guarantee Ron and walks away painfully. Harry had never attended Muggle wedding before, so he could not compare the merits of Wizarding wedding and Muggle wedding. What he can only understand is that as the night gets deeper and deeper, the party becomes carnival. The wedding party's laughter is just like all other good times, and it is a bit fleeting.

Fred and George and Ron were running to a crazy place with Furong's cousins; Charlie, Hagrid and others sat in the corner singing the famous hero Oddo.

Harry encountered Ron's uncle in his wandering, and it took a long time to tell whether Harry was his son. Harry found an old wizard sitting alone at the table. Her white white hair made him look more like an old dandelion, and had a felt hat that had been eaten by insects. He looks familiar. Harry was racking his brains back.

Suddenly, he remembered that this was the eulogy of EFIA Togo, a member of the Phoenix, and Dumbledore. Harry walked towards him.

"I can sit like this?"

"Of course, of course," Dogo replied. He has a high tone and a very old voice. Harry put together.

"Mr. Togo, this is Harry Potter."

Togo was shocked.

"My child, Arthur told me you were here and would pretend to be I'm so glad to see you. " Togo poured Harry a glass of champagne with surprise and joy. "I want to write something for you," he whispered, "in Dumbledore After that blow For you, I think There was a little tear in Togo's eyes."I saw your obituary in the prophet's daily," said Harry. "I didn't expect you knew so much about Professor Dumbledore."

"No," said Dogo, wiping his eyes hastily, "but I should have known him the longest, if you don't count aberforth Of course, no one will remember aberforth. "

"Speaking of the Daily Prophet, I wonder if you have noticed, Mr. Dogo?"

"Boy, just call me efeia."

"Emilia, I don't know if you've seen Rita Skeeter's articles about professors?"

There was anger on Dogo's face.

"Yes, Harry, I see it. That woman, or greedy, is more appropriate. Talking about her really gives me a headache. I'm sorry that I've become so rude now. It's this stupid woman who has exhausted me

"What do you think of it?" Harry continued, "Rita Skeeter said in her article that the professor had been involved in the dark arts as a young man."

"Don't believe that nonsense," Dogo said immediately. "Don't believe a word, Harry. Don't let those rumors taint your sacred Albus Dumbledore."

Harry saw Dogo's categorical denial, but more and more confused. Should Harry have believed in his resolute denial? Doesn't he understand that I need to know the whole truth?

To be exact, Harry was thinking, if van Lin were here, would he choose to believe Dogo?

Dumbledore is not involved in black magic

Rita Skeeter is very exaggerating, but, says van Lin, there are some points in the content that are true, which makes Harry difficult to distinguish.

Perhaps Dogo was aware of Harry's psychological activities, so he immediately asked with concern, "Harry, Rita Skeeter is a hateful..." But his words were interrupted by a sharp laugh.

"Rita Skeeter? Oh, I admire her very much. I've always been her loyal reader. " Harry and Dogo looked up and saw aunt Muriel standing in front of them, with feathers in her hair trembling and a glass of champagne in her hand.

"He recently wrote a biography of Dumbledore, you all know."

"Hello, Muriel," Dogo said. "Yes, we're talking about it."

"You, go away and give me your seat. I'm 107 years old." Another red haired Weasley cousin jumped out of her seat as if she had seen an alarm, and Muriel let the chair float over, drop next to her, and plump up. Join in the conversation between Harry and Dogo.

"See you again, Barney boy, or whatever your name is," she said to Harry. "Now what are you talking about Rita Skeeter, effia? Did you know that she recently wrote a biography of Dumbledore? I can't wait to read it. I must remember to book a table in the broken cauldron

Dorgo sat there without a word, watching Muriel finish her champagne, then she asked the waiter for another drink, took a big sip, belched and told them..

"You don't need that puffy frog here. There must be some interesting stories behind his becoming so respected and concerned. "

"Ignorant nonsense!" He said his face had changed color with anger.

"I knew you'd say that, Emilia," Muriel chuckled. "I can see the sentimentality in the lines of your obituary."

"I'm sorry you think so, mulyl," Dogo said, his tone getting colder. "I can guarantee that the article was an outpouring of my true feelings."

"Oh, we all know that you are a great supporter of Dumbledore, and I guess you think he is a saint, even though he once abandoned his squib sister."

"Muriel!" Dogo growled. Hearing this, Harry felt his chest hollowed out cold.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked Muriel, "who said his sister was a squib? I think she was just sick."

"That's bullshit, isn't it, Barney." Aunt Muriel saw the sensational effect of her words, not only a little proud, "as you think, but a lot of things are not what you think, disappearances happen frequently every year without your knowledge, but dear, none of us alive know what really happened."

"That's why I can't wait to find out what Skeeter knows. Dumbledore hid his sister in anonymity for a long time."

"Rumor!" Dogo gasped. "Absolutely rumor!"

"He never told me that his sister was a squib," Harry said without thinking, still feeling frustrated.

"Why should he tell you the truth?" Muriel screamed, wriggling in her chair and turning her face to Harry.

"Albus didn't mention Ariana's reason," Dogo said, controlling his emotions. "It was because, I thought, it was obvious that his sister's death had hit him too much.""Then why has no one ever seen her, effia?" "Why don't more than half of us never know that she exists?" Muriel cried? Where was the holy albus when Ariana was under house arrest in the cellar? No one knows what happened in his cottage in his hometown far from the sacred light of Hogwarts

"What are you talking about? Under house arrest in the cellar? " Harry asked, "what does that mean?"

Dogo looked helpless. Muriel giggled, and she told Harry.

"Dumbledore's mother is a woman who can be called cruel, and is of Muggle origin. Although I heard that he had been trying to cover it up... "

"She didn't tell a lie, and kedera was a good man," Dogo groaned helplessly, and Muriel thought she didn't hear.

“…… She is arrogant and domineering. Humiliated by the birth of a squib... "

"Ariana is not a squib!" Dogo struggled.

"As you said, Emilia, how do you explain why Ariana never went to Hogwarts?" Aunt Muriel said that she turned her head to Harry again. "In our time, dud children were usually concealed, or simply locked up, pretending they didn't exist..."

"I said, that's bullshit," Dogo said, but Mullile ignored it and went on to tell Harry. "Squibs are usually sent to Muggle schools and integrated into Muggle society, otherwise they can only be regarded as second-class citizens in the wizarding world, but it is obvious that kedera and Dumbledore would not expect such a child to enter Muggle society..."

"Ariana is just sick," Dogo argued desperately. "Her physical condition has been poor, which makes her unable to..."

“…… Can't leave that house? " "But she has never been sent to St. Mungo for medical treatment. The therapists there have never seen her sick "

" really? Muriel, how could you know that no one gave her... "

"I have my own source of information, Emilia. My cousin leslow, who was a therapist in San mango at the time, told us very seriously that she had never seen Aliana Dumbledore go to see a doctor. He also found it very strange

Dogo looked like he was about to cry. And aunt Muriel, meanwhile, was enjoying her narcissism and took another sip of champagne. Harry was numb to think of how the Dursleys had treated themselves and how they had isolated him from the world. Did Dumbledore's family have similar shady things? Because she's a squib? And Dumbledore really had the heart to abandon his sister and go to Hogwarts alone to make a big plan?

"In fact, if kaidera had not died in front of her," Muriel continued, "I might have suspected that she had killed Ariana..."

"How can you be so open-minded, Molly!" Dorgo couldn't bear it. "A mother killed her daughter. Do you know what you're talking about?"

"What's impossible if a mother is in a situation where she has been suspected for many years because of her daughter, and may even lose her reputation as a result?" Aunt Muriel shrugged her shoulders and replied, "but as I said, it's impossible, because kedera died before Ariana, and so on. It seems that no one has confirmed this matter"

"yes, maybe Ariana killed kedera in the dispute to fight for freedom." Aunt Muriel thought, "shake your head, Emilia. You were at Arianna's funeral, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did," dorgo replied, his lips trembling. "I will never forget that sad and solemn scene, Albus's heart was broken..."

"It's not just his heart. Didn't aberforth break albus' nose bone in the middle of the funeral?" If Togo's previous expression could be described as panic, it is now beyond expression. Muriel may have been really dumbfounded this time. She laughs triumphantly. Then she grabs the glass and takes a sip of the champagne. A few drops drip down her chin.

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