Harry certainly didn't open his mouth.

In fact, he grew up and was a puff pack until he entered Hogwarts - thanks to his dear cousin, Dudley, and his cousin's small group.

Not to mention the people who tried to make friends with him, even those who greeted Harry on a daily basis were collectively ostracized by the small group, so much so that Harry was almost completely cut off from Muggle life after discovering the existence of the wizarding world.

Therefore, in terms of bullying, this middle-aged wizard has no way to be compared with Harry, at least the middle-aged wizard still has a partner and apprentice on the road to revenge, but for Harry, his life before the age of eleven is nothing but loneliness.

"I probably don't know that much about the wizarding world, except for the name Philosopher's Stone, which I've heard before, it's the first time I've heard about the history and secrets of the Philosopher's Stone. Harry stared at the middle-aged wizard with a serious expression on his face, and said in an extremely calm tone.

"But is it really necessary to carry on such a hate-burdened violation of the law, revenge in the form of theft, but the loss is almost nothing for those purebloods?"

"But what if that's not the case?" the middle-aged wizard Rilip saluted Harry with a self-deprecating smile on his face, and then looked at Alan - obviously, he had enough experience that he already felt the need to argue with Harry on this issue anymore, and all he wanted to do now was to quickly communicate with Alan and leave with his apprentice.

After all, the people who can get together basically have the same three views, and although Alan is strong enough, his age is not much older than Harry, so that the middle-aged wizard has no hope that Alan can understand his behavior, and the reason why he took out those things is completely to give both sides a step down, and then everyone goes their separate ways, and this matter is over.

He has reached middle age, and he still chooses to continue to take revenge after he has enough net worth, and he has long been fully prepared for what he will encounter, and he does not need the approval of the two young wizards at all.

"Please, may Merlin bless you. Alan nodded at the other party, holding down Harry who was still trying to say something with one hand, and watched the two phantoms leave.

In the alley that was still a little lively just now, Alan and the three of them were left almost instantly, and when Alan took his hand off Harry's shoulder, Harry almost couldn't wait to ask: "Alan, those two people, they have something to do with Dumbledore?"

Is this the problem?

Alan was stunned for a moment - he thought Harry would ask why he let those two go so easily, but Harry was concerned about why those two people had something to do with Dumbledore.

But yes, Dumbledore's name and the two thieves or robbers really shouldn't seem to have any connection, even if the two have more excuses, their current identities are still two thieves.

Now is not the time for Harry to be tried for misuse of magic, and it is indeed a bit incomprehensible that Dumbledore actually asked Snape to personally ask for help from the two thieves, after all, in the eyes of most people in the wizarding world, Dumbledore, as the first white wizard, would never have anything to do with those guys who circled the gates of Azkaban from time to time.

[If you know that Dumbledore still has an undercover agent in the Aurors, and the highest position is the personal bodyguard of the Minister of Magic, you can't be scared to death?] Alan sneered, but he didn't care about this problem at all - there is no doubt that Dumbledore didn't have any ideas about the position of the Minister of Magic, and the reason why there were people around the Minister of Magic was not deliberately arranged, let alone a Kinrice, as far as the entire Auror team, more than two-thirds of the people had to call him a headmaster or professor, no way, the Headmaster of Hogwarts was so willful...

After organizing so many people and establishing an intelligence network almost all over the world, Dumbledore still has no ambitions, and his only goal is to kill Voldemort, what else is there to say?

But there was obviously no need to explain this to Harry, this second-year child was a tendon, and it was useless to be reasonable, but fortunately there were ready-made examples in Hogwarts, and he never cared what kind of infamy he carried.

"Come to think of it, even Professor Snape can teach you Potions without a professor. Alan unceremoniously threw out the pot, after all, Professor Snape didn't mind, and this explanation was the best solution for Harry to understand the problem as quickly as possible.

"Snape?" Harry was stunned, then remembered the 'privileges' he had received at Hogwarts, and almost instantly made up the scene where Dumbledore had to do it due to a shortage of manpower.

"I think I probably understand, yes, after all, it's Voldemort's job, and every wizard can't be forced to do it. At the mention of the name, Harry's hand gripped his wand tightly, and his eyes became firm.

Obviously, that prophecy had a great impact on him, and at this moment, after all the things he had experienced, he already had the confidence to challenge Voldemort.

But the action was soon interrupted, and a hand that had been shaking in the summer gripped Harry's arm firmly, both the fingers that had turned white from the exertion and the indentations on Harry's arm showed the nervousness of the owner.

Not everyone has the belief that they can't tremble at the name, after all, the owner of the name has done so successfully that it has become taboo in the entire wizarding world, and even Professor McGonagall and Hagrid have chosen to avoid mentioning it, let alone a student.

The pain made Harry quickly realize that the name was a little too scary for his girlfriend, so he simply gave up on the topic and prepared to concentrate on coaxing Autumn to discuss something else.

"Then we'll go over there first, and we'll talk about it when we meet in the evening. Harry whispered relief to Autumn and said goodbye to Arendt, and the two left the alleyway at a distance that was extremely unweatherable, leaving Alan and Anne behind.

"An episode," Alan reached out to wipe the remaining ice cream from the corner of Anne's mouth, snapping his fingers and disappearing, "let's go, there's still a lot of places to visit." ”

"Brother, I'm a little curious, why Harry can easily face his past, while that Mr. Ralipp has given up a predictably better life and chose revenge?"

"How do I know? Perhaps, it's because of the victor that he has the right to choose forgiveness?" Alan shook his head, he is not a psychiatrist, how can he understand so much, "Okay, don't bother with them, everyone has their own way of life, and we can't influence it if we don't talk about it." Let's go, let's play. ”

"Well, good. ”

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