Chapter 1,245

"How could you..." Dogo was speechless.

"My mother and old Bathilda Bagshot were good friends." Muriel said happily. "When Bathilda told my mother what happened, I happened to hear it outside the door. Bathilda said that it was a dispute between the Albus brothers next to the coffin. Aberforth said that Ariana's death was all Albus's fault, and then punched Albus in the face, hitting the bridge of his nose. According to old Bathilda, Albus did not dodge. Isn't this very strange? In terms of Albus's strength, he could easily defeat Aberforth in a duel with his hands tied."

Muriel took another sip of wine. Recalling these old stories seemed to make her feel the same pleasure as ridiculing Dogo. Harry was completely confused. He didn't know who to believe or who not to believe.

Harry would rather believe that all this was a lie, and until just now, Dogo had not argued with reason. All he did was sit there helplessly, muttering palely that Ariana was just sick. This made it difficult for Harry to believe that Dumbledore had nothing to do with these conspiracies that might have really happened. Of course, there were still many doubts in this story.

"I can tell you more," Muriel said to Harry while burping, "I guess it must be old Bathilda who let Rita Skeeter slip. All the gimmicks about the Skeeter meeting said that there would be important news about the Dumbledore family to be announced. Obviously, Ariana's secret alone is enough to be the heavyweight of her new book, and it is absolutely qualified."

"Bathilda, she would never accept an interview with Rita Skeeter." Dogo said weakly.

"Bathilda Bagshot?" Harry said, "The author of "A History of Magic"?"

This name is printed on the title page of all Hogwarts textbooks. To be honest, he rarely pays attention to these things.

"Yes," Togo answered immediately as if he had grabbed a lifeline. "One of the most outstanding historians of our time, and also an old friend of Albus."

"Yes, she is great, but she is old and confused." Muriel said contemptuously.

"Even so, she will not let that dirty Skeeter manipulate her," Togo said, "She will not reveal anything to Skeeter."

"Oh, there are many ways to awaken people's memories now. I think Skeeter must know these methods. I don't care how he did it, but Skeeter did see it," Aunt Muriel said, "But even so, it is not easy to get Teacher Bathilda to tell everything. She must have obtained a lot of old photos, maybe letters or something. After all, she has been following Dumbledore for many years... Maybe she even went to Godric's Hollow for this, but it's worth it."

Harry was drinking beer and choked all of a sudden. Dogo hurriedly patted his back, looked at Muriel, and asked the question Harry wanted to ask: "Bathilda Bagshot lives in Godric's Hollow?!"

"Yes, she has lived there for a long time. The Dumbledore family moved here after Percival was arrested, and Bathilda became their neighbor."

"The Dumbledore family lives in Godric's Hollow?"

"Yes, Barney. Just like I said." Aunt Muriel was a little dissatisfied with this repetitive question.

Harry felt his mind was blank. There was indeed one time, six years ago, when Dumbledore revealed that he and Harry's family had lived in Godric's Hollow and had lost their loved ones there.

Why? Could it be that Lily and James were buried not far from Dumbledore's mother and sister? Has Dumbledore ever been there, perhaps passing by the graves of Harry's parents? He had never told Harry these things... never... Why did he care so much about these thoughts? He himself couldn't explain it. He felt that Dumbledore was lying to him by hiding their shared experiences in Godric's Hollow, but he still couldn't figure it out...

He stared at the front in a trance, not paying attention to what was happening around him, and didn't even notice Hermione coming towards him until she sat down next to Harry.

"I can't jump anymore," she panted while loosening her shoelaces and rubbing her feet, "Vanlin ran to get butter beer, but strangely, I saw Viktor walked away angrily from Luna's father, as if they had just had a fight..."

She stopped the topic and turned to look at Harry, "Harry, are you okay?"

"I... uh, I'm fine..." Harry responded a little dully, he didn't know how to answer Hermione's question.

Dumbledore, and his parents...

Harry wanted to go to Godric's Hollow, more than ever before, and this idea kept brewing in Harry's mind.

"By the way, where's Ron?"

"With Fred and George, in the garden..." Vanlin said, handing over the butterbeer.

"Oh, well, I hope he gets what he wants!" Hermione rolled her eyes, "So, I just saw you and those people... I mean that Muriel..."

"Mr. Dogo." Harry suddenly said, "He said that Rita Skeeter was a liar, but Aunt Muriel said..."

"Ariana?" Vanlin asked, "Dumbledore's sister, or Dumbledore himself, the dark secret?"

"Yes, Ariana is a... Squib?"

"As far as I know, Ariana is not," Vanlin shook his head, remembering some things about Ariana, "In the wizarding world, few people are born squibs, but the strength of the magic they feel is different, and whether they can use it is also a problem. Without interference, almost everyone can go smoothly."

"What about Ariana..." Harry was a little confused, "But no one is in Hogwarts..."

"This involves some other things..." Vanlin frowned, "What do you want to ask, Harry?"

Harry opened his mouth, but didn't know how to answer, but it didn't matter anymore, because a huge silver lynx patronus flew over and landed in the middle of the panicked crowd. Everyone turned around to see what happened. Then, the patronus spoke, and Kingsley Shacklebolt's voice came out, reporting to them a news that they couldn't believe: "The Ministry of Magic has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming." (To be continued)