On the first weekend after Ron's birthday, the Quidditch season of the semester officially began. Although Harry's mood was still low, he still led the team to victory over Hufflepuff and led by a full two hundred points.

This made Zachares Smith hostile to him, but Harry didn't care. Not to mention that he's long been accustomed to being hostile to the team, and Zacharis's poor commentary at Gryffindor-Slytherin last year was enough to make the rest of Gryffindor stare back at him.

Ron was elated because then they didn't have to worry too much about the final against Ravenclaw. It even caused him to forget about his full schedule for a while, and instead tried to seize any moment of time to discuss the final strategy with Harry.

"It's too early, Ron. Harry had to raise objections until Tuesday night, "At least we will have to wait for the results of Ravenclaw and Slytherin to come out before we can make a useful decision." ”

"Ah......" Ron was visibly disappointed, "I thought you would be excited about our last game." ”

Harry knew it would be his last race before he graduated. "I swear people will remember us," he added, "in the best way possible." ”

Ron looked a little happier. "That's right," he agreed Harry, and as if suddenly remembering something, he pointed in the direction of the bulletin board, "Did you see that?"

"What?" Harry glanced at him, still wrestling with his Potions papers.

"Phantom manifestation exam," Ron said as a matter of course, "weren't you seventeen years old last year? ”

Harry had made two successful trips with the illusion in the time since the Tracer vanished, completely forgetting that it still needed an exam. "When are the exams this year?"

"April 20th, about the same as last year. Hermione put down her quill and joined their discussion. "I think you might want to take part in the Ministry of Magic's special training in Hogsmeade, Harry. ”

Ron immediately looked surprised. "What are you kidding, Hermione!" he said flatly, "Harry doesn't need any extra training!"

"Oh, of course I do," Hermione gave Ron a roll of her eyes, as if she couldn't stand it, "but Harry can go to Hogsmeade!

Harry didn't know this, but his mind immediately came alive. Hermione was right, if Sirius didn't reply to him, then he would have to go to the godfather himself, and the next Hogsmeade trip was not known yet, but if he signed up for this...... "Will the special training start this weekend?"

"Judging by last year's situation, it should be. Hermione quickly replied, "The seventh grade is basically over, and you're going to go with the sixth graders." They don't know you that well, and it's easier for you to slip away then. ”

"There's Neville in seventh grade," Ron added, "and he didn't take the test." ”

Harry nodded, indicating that he understood. While he wasn't sure he would be able to solve the problem by meeting Sirius, he couldn't pass up the opportunity. "I'll go talk to Professor McGonagall tomorrow. ”

Hermione looked at him, a little speechless, but she finally spoke, "Neither Ron nor I can go with you, Harry. ”

Harry knew they both passed last year, and it had nothing to do with them. "It's all right," he promised, "I'll see the plane...... It certainly doesn't make things worse. ”

The three looked at each other, and none of them thought it would be easy.

The weekend is fast approaching. As Ron had predicted, Neville did sign up for Hogsmeade. On the way, Neville kept talking about how worried he was about the exam, and Harry could only find words to comfort him while thinking of a way out. He thought he was lucky: Ginny had asked him earlier why he wasn't happy to win Hufflepuff, but she wasn't old enough to come along. Sorry for Neville, Harry couldn't help but rejoice that it would be easier to get rid of him than it was to get rid of Ginny.

And that's exactly what happened. After discovering that Harry's apparition skills were okay, the teacher sent by the Ministry of Magic didn't pay much attention to him. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Harry ran away, pretending that he was going to the Weasley Magic Tricks. But as soon as he left the line of sight behind him, he burrowed into a no-man's corner, and apparitioned under the cover of the cloak of invisibility.

Grimmauld Place was as tattered and scruffy as Harry had first seen it. Harry cautiously figured his way out of the narrow sidewalk he had landed, stepped over the gravel and weeds, and finally climbed the stone steps that led to the blackened gate.

The scratches on the wooden door of No. 12 are still there, and a silver knocker in the shape of a large snake is entrenched on it. Harry pulled out his wand, followed Lupin's example, and knocked on the door. There was no movement inside, and he listened intently, and then cautiously looked around the square.

Someone should have opened the door for him, right? At least Kreacher must be at home?

Whoever it is, it's better not to be Sirius, or he'll probably be locked out......

In the midst of Harry's worries, there was a loud sound of metal striking and chains rattling from behind the door. He immediately straightened up, wondering if he needed to squeeze in. But before he did, he saw the man behind the door. “…… Professor Dumbledore?" He was so startled that he almost bit his tongue.

Dumbledore wasn't surprised. "The Order of the Phoenix doesn't need to wait for someone to open the door for them. He said, smiling kindly, "I saw no one outside the door, and I happened to know that you went to Hogsmeade today......"

There was no reproach in the words, but Harry blushed. "I'm just ......," he explained stumbling into the house through the gap Dumbledore had left behind, taking off the cloak of invisibility, "I think...... I want to meet Sirius. ”

"Several people want to see him," Dumbledore replied, "and unfortunately he still doesn't want to see anyone." ”

Harry looked up at Dumbledore. I don't know if the light from the old-fashioned gas lamps is too dim, but he always felt that he saw a trace of guilt in the headmaster's face. It's weird...... "he...... In his room?" he tried to ask, "Can't I go up and see him?"

Dumbledore's gaze flickered. "Of course," he said, "but if you have time, I'd like to talk to you first." ”

The strange feeling intensified, but Harry nodded. "Of course, Professor. ”

The two walked one after the other through the long, dark hallway and toward the kitchen downstairs. Because the living room was covered with portraits of members of the Black family, it was never a good place to talk. Soon, Harry sat down on the edge of the empty wooden table, his eyes on Dumbledore. "What do you want to talk about, Professor?" he asked, curiosity beginning to replace confusion.

Dumbledore locked the door, turned over, pulled out a chair and sat down beside Harry. "As much as you may think it was sudden," he said in a low voice, the smile on his face fading, "but since Christmas, I have known that one day I will have to confess to you." ”

"Confession?" said Harry, stunned. Confess what? "What happened at Christmas that I didn't know?"

Dumbledore nodded, then shook his head again. "It's a long story. He said that his distressed look made him look like a child who had made a mistake, "but I think we have to start from the beginning...... Harry, I guess you probably haven't read The Tales of the Poet Pedou?"

Dumbledledore Harry had never seen it before, and he had never heard the other party talk about it before. "What collection of stories?" he subconsciously asked, "Sounds like a fairy tale?"

"People generally think about it like you, but I personally disagree. Dumbledore said. "Although this book is easy to find, let me tell you about it for now......"

Harry was confused as he listened to the story of the three brothers and the Grim Reaper, complete with wands, stones, and cloaks. "An invincible wand, a stone that brings the dead back to life?" he asked, puzzled, "it all sounds like a legend." But that cloak of invisibility ......"

Dumbledore looked at Harry with a sigh of relief. "It sounds familiar, doesn't it? Because it's real. His gaze fell to the table, where Harry had just rested the Cloak of Invisibility.

"It can't be such a coincidence, can it?" Harry looked at the fabric that looked like flowing mercury, and was shocked.

"It's no coincidence. Dumbledore denied, "If you look in the graveyard in Godric's Hollow, you'll find a stele with the Deathly Hallows emblem on it, and the name is Ignotus Peverell. Ignotus is the youngest of the three brothers, and Godric's Valley is his birthplace, and you, his last heir. ”

Harry didn't come back to his senses for a long time. He suddenly has a legendary ancestor, and his invisibility cloak is actually one of the Deathly Hallows, which makes him a little unacceptable. "If the Cloak of Invisibility is real," he said slowly, "wouldn't the wand and the Resoulstone ......?"

"In fact, the wand is in my hand. Dumbledore pulled out his elderberry wand from his sleeve, "This isn't my earliest one, I won it from Grindelwald." ”

Harry glared at the wand in amazement. He did know that Dumbledore had defeated Grindelwald, but if it was really invincible, how could Dumbledore beat Grindelwald?

He thought so, and asked so.

"That's a good question. Dumbledore complimented him, "I don't think it's invincible in the absolute sense of the word. It forces people into a life-and-death struggle to seize it, or rather, its invincibility is based on the fact that it always chooses a stronger master. ”

The wand chooses a wizard, Harry had heard it from the wandsmith Ollivander early in the morning. "Seems reasonable," he said, and in hindsight he began to get excited, "what about the Soul Stone?"

Dumbledore must have expected Harry to want the Resoulstone the most, as he smiled bitterly. "It does exist, too. He paused, "Tom was holding it." ”

There was only one Tom in Dumbledore's mouth, and Harry almost jumped. "The Requisitioning Stone is in Voldemort's hands, and does the Dark Lord have the power to resurrect the dead, but he never seems to have done so?"

"Because he has not the slightest interest in recalling the dead. Dumbledore pointed out.

Harry suddenly felt that he was too impulsive, because it was obvious. "How did he get the stone?" he asked, already thinking about how he could get the Soul Stone--- he should have thought of it, magic!

"You will remember that Tom took a gold ring from his uncle when he killed the Riddles. Later, it is likely that he made it into one of the Horcruxes. However, the Gaunt family is the second of the three Peverell brothers, and the Soul Stone is embedded in the ring. Dumbledore whispered, "It's just that the Deathly Hallows isn't the center of my talk today. ”

There was so much information in that Harry couldn't help but open his mouth wide. He couldn't think of any secret better than the fact that an ancient and powerful magical artifact did exist. He looked at Dumbledore, only to be surprised to see tears rolling in the old man's eyes.

"Hallows...... Can you forgive me, Harry?" said Dumbledore, "Forgive me for not trusting you enough to hide from you for so long? Although over the years, you have proven that you are better than me......"

"What are you talking about?" Harry panicked.

The truth is indeed a long story.

In search of the Deathly Hallows, Grindelwald traveled to Godric's Valley after being expelled from Durmstrang by Durmstran. Dumbledore had just graduated that year and was facing a future where he would have to take care of his younger siblings. But he is young and excellent, and his future is immeasurable, and he can't help but resent the broken family that trapped him.

As a result, the two hit it off and began to discuss the idea of wizarding domination over Muggles, which they themselves called "for the greater good".

The Deathly Hallows is at the heart of this vision. The Elder Wand, of course, is used to gain great power to rule the world, the Rehoming Stone, which means an army of corpses to Grindelwald, and Dumbledore means that he can give his siblings to his parents, and the Cloak of Invisibility doesn't care much other than that it is one of the Deathly Hallows.

Everything seemed perfect, but the unexpected happened. Indulging in those cruel dreams, Dumbledore neglected to take care of his sister Ariana. His brother Aberforth accused him of treating his family as a burden, and Dumbledore was unwilling to hear such truth. The quarrel soon escalated into a duel, and Grindelwald lost control. In the midst of the chaos, it is not known whose spell hit Ariana.

"Ariana...... After being so well cared for and cared for by my mother...... He fell to the ground and died. At this, Dumbledore inhaled softly and cried.

Harry's head was a mess. He had been told so much today - he had never known that Dumbledore had younger siblings, just as he had never known that Dumbledore and the Potter family were in Godric's Hollow. In contrast, the fact that Dumbledore and Grindelwald had known each other in their early years and shared a common language was obviously even more bizarre, as if some beautiful illusion had been shattered.

Even so, he didn't hesitate to reach out and take Dumbledore's arm.

Dumbledore slowly controlled his emotions. "Later, Grindelwald escaped, and I suspect that anyone but me could have expected this. And I stayed, buried my sister, and began to learn to live with pain and guilt.

"Later, I heard that he had gotten a powerful wand and had assembled an army. At that time, there were already people who supported me to become Minister of Magic, more than once. But I'm still at Hogwarts - it has proven that I am not fit for power. ”