Chapter 1,244

"Side view of what?"

Krum was a little confused. He looked at Vanlin and Hermione on the dance floor, and then looked at Harry...

"Well, I admit that I don't know what it is, but it's obvious that he and his daughter spent the whole holiday looking for them..." Harry felt that he was wasting his energy to explain Luna and his father's strange behavior. "That's her," he pointed at Luna, who was still self-absorbed and waving her arms like a mosquito.

"What is she doing?" Krum asked.

"Maybe trying to get rid of a harassing bull." Harry said, he thought this symptom should be like this. Krum was no longer sure whether the person in front of him was making fun of him. He pulled his wand out of his robes and put it on his legs, ready to get up and leave.

"Gregorovitch!" Harry yelled, and Krum jumped, but Harry was too excited to think about it; when he saw Krum's wand, he remembered that Ollivander had mentioned it when he was checking everyone's wands during the Triwizard Tournament.

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

"He's a wandmaker."

"I know that," Krum said. "He made your wand! That's why I thought of... Quidditch..."

Krum was getting more and more confused.

"How did you know that Gregorovitch made my wand?"

"Ah, I... I think I read it somewhere," Harry said, "In... um... a fan magazine," and his improvisation seemed to relax Krum's tense nerves a little.

"Why don't I remember discussing wands with fans," Krum muttered.

"Maybe I forgot because of too many interviews. Let's ignore that. So... um... where is Gregorovitch now?"

Krum looked at him puzzled.

"He has been retired for many years. My wand is his last batch of products. I think his wands are the best... Of course, I understand that most of you British people prefer Ollivander's products."

Harry said nothing more. He pretended to watch the ball with Krum, but his mind was thinking quickly.

It was not difficult for Harry to think of the reason why Voldemort went to great lengths to find such a famous wand maker. It must be because of the flashback spell between their wands on the day Voldemort was resurrected. Why these two wands with the same phoenix tail feathers resonate like that, I am afraid even Ollivander can't fully understand.

How much does Gregorovitch know? How much more does he know than Ollivander? How many wand secrets does he know that Ollivander doesn't know?

"That girl is very beautiful." Krum's words woke Harry up from his thoughts. Krum was referring to Ginny, who was now with Luna. "She's your relative, isn't she?"

"Yes," Harry replied, feeling a little annoyed, "She's pretty, but she's already with someone else, who's a mean-spirited person, you can't afford to offend her."

"Really," Krum said dejectedly, "The price of being an internationally famous Quidditch player is that all the pretty girls are picked up by others?"

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

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

And Ron didn't know where he ran off to. Those Veela girls, Ron could proudly declare that he was the kind of person who was close to the water tower. Fleur would help him, wouldn't she?

Harry wanted to find Ginny again, but Ginny was dancing with Lee Jordan now. Harry thought of his promise to Ron and walked away painfully. Harry had never been to a Muggle wedding before, so he couldn't compare the pros and cons of wizard weddings with Muggle weddings. All he could figure out was that as the night went on, the party turned into a carnival, and the laughter and joy at the wedding, like all other beautiful moments, were fleeting.

Fred, George and Ron were running off to some unknown place to have fun with Fleur's cousins; Charlie, Hagrid and others were sitting in a corner, singing the famous "Heroic Oddo".

Harry met Ron's uncle while wandering around. He was drunk and it took him a long time to tell if Harry was his son. Harry found an old wizard sitting alone at the table. Her snow-white hair like white clouds made him look more like an old dandelion, and she was wearing a felt hat that was eaten by insects on her head. He looked very familiar. Harry racked his brains to recall.

Suddenly, he remembered that this was Ephia Dogo, a member of the Order of the Phoenix, who also wrote Dumbledore's eulogy. Harry walked towards him.

"Can I sit here?"

"Of course, of course," Togo replied. His voice was high-pitched and old. Harry leaned forward.

"Mr. Togo, I'm Harry Potter."

Togo was shocked.

"My child, Arthur told me that you were here and that you were in disguise... I'm so glad to see you." Togo was surprised and delighted and poured Harry a glass of champagne. "I want to write something for you," he whispered, "After Dumbledore... that blow... for you, I want..." Tears flashed in Togo's eyes at this moment.

"I saw your obituary in the Daily Prophet," Harry said, "I had no idea you knew Professor Dumbledore so well."

"No," Doge quickly wiped the corners of his eyes and said, "But I should be the person who has known him the longest, if you don't count Aberforth... Of course, no one probably remembers Aberforth. Forth."

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

"My child, just call me Ephia."

"Ephia, I wonder if you have seen Rita Skeeter's articles about the professor?"

There was an angry look on Doge's face immediately.

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

"So what do you think of this?" Harry continued, "Rita Skeeter said in the article that the professor had been involved in dark arts when she was young."

"Don't believe those nonsense," Dogo said immediately. "Don't believe a word of it, Harry. Don't let those rumors taint the sacred Albus Dumbledore in your heart."

Seeing Dogo's categorical denial, Harry became more and more confused. He denied it so firmly, should Harry believe it? Didn't he understand that I needed to know the whole truth?

To be precise, Harry was thinking, if Fan Lin were here, would he choose to believe Duo Ge's words?

Dumbledore wasn't involved in the dark arts...

Rita Skeeter is very good at exaggerating, but Fanlin said that there are indeed some points in the content that are true, which makes it difficult for Harry to distinguish.

Perhaps Dogo noticed Harry's psychological activities, so he immediately asked with concern, "Harry, Rita Skeeter is a hateful..." But his words were interrupted by a burst of harsh laughter.

"Rita Skeeter? Oh, I admire her very much. I have always been her loyal reader." Harry and Dogo looked up and found Aunt Muriel standing in front of them, with the feathers in her hair trembling and holding a cup in her hand. With a glass of champagne.

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

"Hello, Muriel," Dogo said, "Yes, we are talking about this again."

"You, go away, give me your seat, I am one hundred and seven years old." Another red-haired Weasley cousin immediately jumped up from his seat, as if he saw the alarm, Mulie Er immediately let the chair float over, landed next to her, and sat on it. Join Harry and Dogo in conversation.

"We meet again, Barney Boy, or whatever you call him," she said to Harry. "What are you talking about now about Rita Skeeter, Elphia? You know she recently wrote A biography of Dumbledore? I can't wait to read it. I'll have to book a table at the Leaky Cauldron."

Dogo sat there expressionlessly and said nothing, watching Muriel drink up the champagne in her hand, then she asked the waiter for another glass, took a big sip, then burped and continued to tell them . .

"We don't need that angry frog here. There must be some interesting stories behind him becoming so respected and noticed."

"Ignorant nonsense!" Duoge said, his face changing color with anger.

"I knew you were going to say that, Ephia," Muriel chuckled. "I could see the sentimentality in your obituary."

"I'm sorry that you think so, Muriel," Dogo said, his tone becoming even colder. "I can guarantee that that article was an expression of my true feelings."

"Well, we all know you're a big fan of Dumbledore, and I assume you think he's a saint, even if he once left his Squib sister behind."

"Muriel!" Togo roared. Hearing this, Harry felt as cold as his chest being hollowed out.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked Muriel, "Who said his sister is a squib? I think she is just sick."

"That's nonsense, isn't it, Barney." Aunt Muriel was not only a little proud when she saw the sensational effect of her words, "Whatever you think, but many things are not what you think. Disappearances happen every year. It happens frequently without your knowledge, but none of us alive know what really happened, dear."

"That's why I couldn't wait to learn what Skeeter knew. Dumbledore had kept his sister incognito for so long."

"Rumors!" Doge gasped angrily, "It's definitely a rumor!"

"He never told me that his sister was a Squib," Harry said without thinking, still feeling very disappointed.

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

"The reason why Albus kept silent about Ariana," Dogo said, controlling his emotions, "is because, I have thought about it, and it is obvious that the death of his sister has hit him too hard."

"Then why has no one ever seen her, Effia?" cried Muriel. "Why have more than half of us never known of her existence? Holy Ah when Ariana was under house arrest in the cellar. Where did Bu Si go? No one knows what happened in his hometown, far away from the sacred light of Hogwarts!"

"What do you mean? House arrest in the cellar?" Harry asked. "What does that mean?"

Dogo looked helpless. Muriel chuckled, she told Harry.

"Dumbledore's mother was a cruel woman, and of Muggle origin. Although I heard that he has been trying to hide this..."

"She never lied. Kedra is a good person." Dogo moaned helplessly, and Muriel pretended not to hear it at all.

"...She is arrogant and domineering. She is humiliated by having given birth to a Squib..."

"Ariana is not a squib!" Dogo struggled.

"As you said, Elphia, how do you explain why Ariana never went to Hogwarts?" Aunt Muriel said, turning her head to Harry again, "In our time, the children of Squibs were generally They were all concealed and not reported, or simply locked up and pretended they didn't exist..."

"I told you, that's nonsense," Dogo said, but Muriel ignored it and continued talking to Harry. "Squibs usually have to be sent to Muggle schools and integrated into Muggle society, otherwise they can only be treated as second-class citizens in the wizarding world, but it is obvious that Kedra and Dumbledore will not expect such a child to enter Muggle society... ."

"Ariana is just sick," Dogo argued desperately. "She has been in poor health, which prevents her from..."

"...Can't leave the house?" Muriel sneered. "But she was never sent to St. Mungo's for treatment. She was never seen by any of the therapists there."

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

"I have my own source of information, Ephia. My cousin Leslo was working as a healer at St. Mungo's at the time. He told us very seriously that he had never seen Ariana Dumbledore go to see a doctor. . He also felt very strange.

Dogo looked like he was about to cry. But Aunt Muriel was immersed in self-absorption with pride at this time, and took another big sip of champagne. Harry thought numbly of how the Dursleys had treated him and how they had isolated him from the world. Could it be that Dumbledore's family had similar shameful things? Just because she's a squib? And Dumbledore really had the heart to abandon his sister and go to Hogwarts alone to show off his ambitions?

"Actually, if Kedra hadn't died in front," Muriel continued, "I might have suspected that she was the one who killed Ariana..."

"How can you speak so openly, Muriel!" Dogo couldn't bear it anymore, "A mother killed her daughter, do you know what nonsense you are talking about?!"

"What's impossible if a mother is being put into years of suspicion and possibly disrepute because of her daughter?" Aunt Muriel replied with a shrug. "But as I said, That's unlikely because Kedra died before Ariana, wait, no one seems to have confirmed this."

"Yeah, maybe Ariana herself killed Kedra in a dispute to fight for her freedom." Aunt Muriel pondered, "Just shake your head, Elphia, you're here too." Ariana's funeral, isn't it?"

"Indeed, I participated," Dogo replied with trembling lips, "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's nose bone during the funeral?" If Dogo's previous expression could be called frightened, then his expression now was beyond recognition. It’s expressed in words. Muriel may have really stunned Dogo this time. She laughed proudly, then grabbed the glass and took another sip of champagne, with a few overflowing drops dripping down her chin. (To be continued)