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Chapter 885: Dumbledore in Confusion

"In fact, there are only 3,000 people in the British wizarding community. Now there are two large communities, which have included wizards other than nobles and high-income people. The communities are equipped with active and passive defense systems. I don't think we have anything to worry about now? Don't we trust the Ministry of Magic and it can't handle such a small matter?" Harry had just seen Dumbledore eating dessert and he felt a stomachache. However, he was the headmaster, so no matter how uncomfortable he felt, he had to be honest. So he spoke calmly, and he also used some spiritual victory methods to make himself feel better.

"So in your opinion, the war is over and your parents' hatred is resolved." The old man raised his head and looked at Harry sharply.

"Well, the war is over. As for whether there are hidden forces, I believe there must be. Even if not, when has the world ever been truly peaceful? But we can't just throw the baby out with the bathwater and keep shouting every day that the enemy is among us. How can we live like that?" Harry smiled, spread his hands, and looked at Draco.

"That's right, that's why there is relativity in the Muggle world. There is no absolute in this world." Draco smiled, but shook his head. "After all, the darkest hour has passed. We should be more vigilant, but we can't just do nothing and wait for the enemy to come out."

"It should be said that we should learn to trust adults. And what we need to do is study hard, because one day, we will grow up. We should also set an example for the younger students." Hermione rolled her eyes at them and turned around to say, she was the one who believed in authority the most among them, "Who is the prison escapee? Does he know Draco or Harry?"

Ou Mengmeng kept her head down while cutting meat. She had trained herself to chew slowly for the sake of her little bastards. Because the three guys at home ate faster than each other, as if there was a wolf chasing them. So she ate slowly, she didn't put down the bowl, and the children were embarrassed to put down the bowl. Later, slowly, everyone got used to eating slowly. She had this habit for three lifetimes and had never thought of changing it. Especially for Western food, she cut it slowly and could control the speed completely.

"Ms. Foster, don't you have anything to say?" The old man was about to get a stitch in the side. Fortunately, he was a 100-year-old man, otherwise, he would have smoked. What made him most angry was that he found that these children did not say anything wrong. They were still children, so they studied hard and protected their own safety. This was the best thing for adults. They were so obedient, why was he still angry? But he was really angry now!

"Oh, Hermione is right. Who is it? You came here specially, it must be related to our three families. However, the Devints, Potters, and Malfoys have too many common relatives. There is a genealogical table of nobles in Kerchery, and there are 28 old noble families. For thousands of years, they have been related by marriage. It would be an anomaly to say that they are not related at all. That would be an anomaly, right?" Ou Mengmeng nodded, thinking that these three little ones were really good. They always kept their minds rational and sober.

"It's Sirius Black." Old Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

"That's true. The Black family, like the Devonte family, had a headmaster of Hogwarts. Harry Potter's grandmother was from the Black family, so the Black family can be considered Harry's great-uncle's family. Draco's mother is Sirius's cousin, and one of my ancestors was also from the Black family. Their family is also very prosperous in the wizarding world." Ou Mengmeng hurriedly explained to Harry and Hermione. Glancing at Dumbledore, he continued, "Sirius is also your godfather, Harry. He and your father are best friends. He used to be a bad boy in school and one of the leaders of a small group of robbers. Your father was in cahoots with him."

"Miss Foster." Dumbledore frowned. He found the words "in cahoots" very harsh. He quickly looked at Harry.

Harry was still very calm. In the past two years, he knew a lot about his father's great achievements. He undoubtedly loved his parents. However, he sometimes felt ashamed of his father's childish behavior on campus.

"Petunia, I'll be there right away." As they were talking, the fireplace in their house exploded and a message exploded beside them. From the voice, it was Professor Snape. He must have heard about Sirius's escape from prison, so he came to confirm it in person.

Sure enough, a man soon emerged from the fireplace. Snape didn't even have time to clean himself up before he strode over. Of course, he still felt a little uncomfortable when he saw Dumbledore. He nodded to Dumbledore, turned to Harry and saw that the four of them looked good, and nodded, "Harry, pack your things and come back to school with me. I'll give you some tutoring." Harry got ready. A godfather in Azkaban was not as important to him as a potion professor. And he could feel that Professor Snape was worried about his safety, so he wanted to take him back to Hogwarts.

"Siferness, we are talking about Sirius," Dumbledore said softly.

"What is there to say? He's just an idle scum..." When it comes to sweet talk, most people can't compare to him. It turns out that he has a grudge. Ou Mengmeng finally saw a real venomous tongue.

Kecheli really had a look of admiration on his face, and he almost clapped his hands. Anyway, that person wasn't his master anymore, and hearing someone scold him made him feel as comfortable as drinking a glass of ice wine in the summer!
"Okay, I know you blame him for getting you into trouble, but don't forget, Harry's father, James saved you. They are not bad kids..." Dumbledore emphasized.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Principal, should we sort this out?" Ou Mengmeng quickly raised her head.

"What?" Dumbledore didn't know what he had done wrong.

"Well, Professor Snape and Sirius have a grudge, you admit it, right?" Ou Mengmeng waved her hand and said hurriedly.

"Yes!" Dumbledore thought about it and nodded.

"Professor Snape just scolded Sirius Black, and didn't scold James Potter. What do you think James did?" Ou Mengmeng didn't understand the old man's logic.

"Penny! You just said that Sirius is Harry's godfather and James' best friend..."

"Now, Sirius is a prisoner, a prisoner who escaped from Azkaban. And the legend goes that it was because of him that James and his wife died tragically, so now, you put them together, what do you want to say?" Ou Mengmeng was not really questioning, but rather puzzled. How could a headmaster not be able to distinguish the primary from the secondary?

"What did he do to my parents?" Harry turned around quickly. This was about his parents.

It's the last day of this month. I finished cleaning the warehouse downstairs early in the morning. I'm covered in dust and sweat again. I don't have a small forklift, but it's useless if I have one. Because it's not the kind of thing that can be moved by a forklift. The small warehouse in the office has all kinds of things, such as wine, souvenirs, flower pots, and the company commander's red carpet. They are all scattered. Although I can lift them if I don't have to, it's tiring to ask people to move them.