"Of course, Master Aiwen, that broomroom is on the top floor. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info," Kreacher said.

Evan seemed interested in the broomroom, and Harry didn't understand what was going on.

Although he also wanted to go and see it, the uncomfortable feeling in his heart became more and more obvious.

He didn't know how to vent his feelings, he had been trapped in the Dursleys for a whole month, while the others used his godfather's house to fight Voldemort here, and refused to tell him anything, as if it had nothing to do with him.

"Aven, you haven't told me what the hell is a phoenix......"

At this moment, the snake-shaped doorknob of the third bedroom on the second floor quickly turned, and Hermione rushed out.

Ron followed him, and both of them looked at Harry with excitement, nearly knocking him on his back.

And Ron's little owl piggy, which was also excited to fly around and around their heads.

"Harry, you're here, we didn't hear it just now. Hermione excitedly said, "How are you?

"Not bad!" replied Harry in a whisper, in fact he wanted to say that he was very bad.

"yes, I'm guessing you're angry and can't tell you anything, but Dumbledore asked us to swear not to say anything, and he told me and Ron before the holidays. Hermione said quickly, "You don't know, when Aven and I heard in Egypt that you were attacked by Dementors, how worried I was, for fear that you would have an accident, and that matter of going to the Ministry of Magic to be tried, it was really unusual, I checked the information carefully, they can't fire you, absolutely not, it is clearly stipulated in the law......"

"Alright, Hermione, let him catch his breath. Evan said, putting her arm around Hermione to calm her down.

After knowing that Harry was going to the Ministry of Magic for trial, Hermione had been rummaging through a thick pile of legal books.

Hermione let go of Harry, still beaming with joy, but before she could say anything more, she heard a slight whirring sound coming from inside the bedroom.

A white object flew from inside and landed lightly on Harry's shoulder.

"Hedwig!" Harry stroked the snow-white owl's feathers.

Its mouth clicked and pecked Harry's ear lovingly. “

"It's been fidgety!" Ron said, smiling at Harry, "and it brought those letters you wrote, about me, Evan and Hermione, and kept urging us to reply, almost pecking us half to death, look at this ......"

He raised the index finger of his right hand, which had a wound that was almost healing, but apparently deep.

"I'm sorry, but I want an answer, you know ......," Harry said apologetically.

"We also want to give you an answer. Ron said, "But Dumbledore specifically instructed us to ...... the other day."

"Swear not to tell me!" said Harry, "yes, Hermione has already said that. ”

The cold feeling in his heart became more and more obvious, and Harry looked at Aven, Ron, and Hermione, and although he had been longing to see them for a month, he now felt that he would rather the three of them go away and leave him alone.

There was a tense silence as Harry mechanically stroked Hedwig, not even looking at the three of them.

"Alright, let's not stand here, Kreacher was just about to take me to visit the Blake family's broomroom, there are a lot of treasured broomsticks in it, which of you want to go?" said Evan in a relaxed tone.

Because of the connection between Harry and Voldemort, Dumbledore made a decision that was in the best interest of the moment, to protect Harry's safety and not let him come into contact with anything related to the Order of the Phoenix, or even let him leave the Dursleys.

He had thought of everything, and it was the right thing to do, but he had ignored Harry's own feelings.

Or maybe he thought about it and didn't think it mattered, and that was Dumbledore's main problem.

The greatest white wizard in the world is not a saint, he has made many mistakes in his life and is still making new ones.

In his youth, he was a pure careerist, planning to conquer the wizarding world with Grindelwald and gain supreme power.

When his sister died, he repented and returned to Hogwarts to become a respected professor, fighting the dark arts, treating everyone in the wizarding world fairly, and eventually becoming the headmaster of Hogwarts.

In 1945, when the chaos caused by Grindelwald was at a fever pitch, he stepped forward to defeat the dark wizard Grindelwald and successfully imprisoned his former friend in the top of Newmongard Prison.

Later, until the rise of Voldemort, Dumbledore has not been without greater interests in his mind, but the method has changed, not using violent methods like Grindelwald and Voldemort to change the wizarding world, but using more gentle means.

As Evan had previously judged, Dumbledore was now a "power schemer", not for worldly power, but for a higher purpose that had always existed in his mind, even at the cost of his own life.

Compared to these, Harry's emotions were indeed insignificant.

"Let's all go and see the broomsticks that the Black family treasures. Ron said hurriedly.

Led by Kreacher, several people silently climbed up the attic to the top of the old house.

The house-elf opened a door, and Evan walked inside.

He thought he was back in a storage room that looked like a utility room, but it wasn't like that, there were a lot of shelves on the walls, and there were broomsticks on them, and there were all kinds of models sealed in glass cases, like exhibitions.

Apparently, one of the ancestors of the Black family had a hobby of collecting broomsticks.

"Oh my God, there are so many broomsticks. Ron said in surprise, looking at all of this in disbelief, "I've lived in this house for a month, and no one has ever told me there is a room like this. ”

Harry also forgot about his unhappiness and compared the pictures of brooms he saw in his books with the things in front of him.

He walked over to a green broomstick and gently wiped the dust off it.

This is the Dream of the Moon, the prototype of the Silver Arrow series.

At that time, this broom was a product of the expanded era, and it had a qualitative breakthrough by leaps and bounds.

For a time, these longer, slender wood-handled brooms were in high demand as Quidditch brooms. The main advantage of Moondream over other brooms is that it is able to reach heights that previous brooms could not reach, and it can still be handled at such heights.

The Quijaiki athletes are noisy and demanding more Moon Dream broomsticks.

At that time, the broomsticks were still in the craft production mode, and the makers of the Moon Dream were unable to meet the market demand, which led to the emergence of the Silver Arrow series, which became the true ancestor of the Quidditch tournament broom, and began mass production, becoming the most successful commercial model in modern magic.

The success of the Silver Arrow series eventually led to the rapid rise of the Jux family, who were also individual broomstick manufacturers, to become a prominent wizard family.