"O.W.L.S?" Harry said the new term, "what is it?"

"As the name suggests, it is a special training course to help students who do not have a strong foundation to quickly pass the guò O.W.L.S exam. It was opened by Jack Silver. Dumbledore said, "It's said to work very well, if you're stressed about the O.W.L.S. retake, you might as well try it." ”

Harry was noncommittal.

"Minister, I have something to say to you. Harry hesitated.

"What is it? Harry. Dumbledore sat down.

"I've been told for sure that Snape is a Death Eater, and so is Malfoy—and there's another Voldemort. Harry scribbled through the language as he observed the expression on Dumbledore's face.

Dumbledore didn't look surprised, "Where did you know that, Harry?"

Harry was silent, apparently not wanting to expose himself hiding in the bathroom and eavesdropping on others.

"It seems that you do know some, but you only know part of it, and part of the truth is easier to mislead people than outright lies, I came today to teach you a lesson, Molly said to me that you always want to know more things, Sirius also thinks you should know more truths, so let's start from the beginning. ”

"From the beginning?" Harry asked confusedly, "How do you start from scratch?"

Dumbledore stood up, walked around the table, and walked past Harry. Harry turned eagerly in his chair and watched Dumbledore lean over the cabinet by the door. When Dumbledore straightened up, he held in his hand a shallow-bottomed stone basin familiar to Harry, with a circle of strange symbols carved into the mouth. He placed the meditation basin on the table in front of Harry.

"You look worried. Dumbledore said.

Indeed, Harry looked at the meditation basin with worried and frightened eyes. He had terrible memories of the strange artifact that stored and displayed thoughts and memories - in his fourth year, the impostor Moody had tied Harry out of Hogwarts with a meditation basin that had been converted into a portkey.

Dumbledore had a smile on his face, "Don't worry. This isn't the imposter from last time, it's a real meditation basin. ”

"This time, you enter the meditation basin with me. ”

"Where are we going, Mr. Minister?"

"Take a walk on Bob Ogden's memory path. Dumbledore said as he pulled out a crystal bottle from his pocket, containing a swirling silvery-white thing.

"Who is Bob Ogden?"

"He was working in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Dumbledore said, "He's been dead for a few days." But before he died, I managed to find him and convince him to tell me about these memories. Now, we're going to accompany him to a place he went to on his mission. Harry, stand up ......"

Dumbledore pulled out the cork of the crystal bottle, and poured the silver substance into the meditation basin. They swirl slowly in the basin, emitting a faint shimmer that is neither liquid nor gaseous.

"You go in first. Dumbledore pointed to the meditation basin and said.

Harry leaned forward, took a deep breath, and plunged headlong into the silver substance. He felt his feet leave the floor of the office. He cut through the swirling darkness, falling down, falling. Suddenly, the strong sunlight pierced him and he closed his eyes. Before his eyes could adjust, Dumbledore landed next to him.

They stood on a country road, flanked by tall, tangled hedgerows of bushes. Overhead is the summer sky, as clear and blue as forget-me-not flowers. About ten paces in front of them stood a stocky man with a pair of glasses with particularly thick lenses. The two eyes are reduced to two dots, like the eyes of a mole. He was reading a wooden signpost sticking out of the thorn bush on the left side of the path. Harry knew it had to be Ogden, because he couldn't see anyone around. And like those inexperienced wizards who wanted to dress up as Muggles, he wore a quirky outfit: a striped swimsuit with a tuxedo overcoat over it, and shoe covers over his feet. As soon as Harry finished taking a look at his strange appearance, Ogden walked briskly down the path.

Dumbledore and Harry followed.

"This is Hangleton, and it was a wizarding colony a long time ago, hundreds of years ago, of course. Dumbledore said, "There are no wizards living in Hengton now, but there are still a few down-and-out wizards living here at the time of Bob's mission.

They followed Bob for a long distance, in a long way, and it was a long time before Harry's eyes saw a house half-hidden in the tangled trees. He thought it was a strange thing to pick this place to build a house, or rather, it was a strange decision to have those big trees growing next to the house, the trees blocking all the light and the valley below. He wondered if the place was inhabited: the walls were covered with moss, many of the tiles on the roof had fallen off, and the rafters inside were exposed here or there. The house was surrounded by dense nettles, high nettles all the way to the windows, which were very small and covered with a thick layer of aged dirt. Harry was about to conclude that no one would live in it, when suddenly, with a click, a window opened, and from inside came the sound of two men arguing violently.

Ogden quietly walked forward, and Harry felt that he was moving very cautiously. When the dark shadow of the tree slipped down from him, he stopped again, and stared straight at the front door of the house, where someone had nailed a dead snake.

At that moment, there was a rustle, followed by a click, and a man in tattered clothes jumped from a nearby tree and landed right in front of Ogden. Ogden quickly stepped back, only to step on the back hem of his coat and nearly fall.

"You're not welcome. ”

The man standing in front of them was so thick with dirt in his thick hair that he couldn't make out his original color. He lost a few teeth in his mouth, and two small black eyes stared in two opposite directions. He should have looked funny, but he wasn't. He looked terrifying, Harry thought, no wonder Ogden took a few steps back before he spoke.

"Uh- good morning. I'm the Ministry of Magic—"

"You're not welcome. ”

"Uh-sorry-I don't understand you. Ogden said uneasily.

Harry thought Ogden was dull to the extreme. It seemed to Harry that the stranger had made his meaning clear, especially as he had a wand in one hand and a blood-soaked knife in the other.

"I suppose you can understand him, Harry?" Dumbledore asked softly.

"yes, that's needless to say. Harry said a little puzzled, "Why can't Ogden listen—"

Before Harry could finish speaking, a middle-aged wizard with silver hair walked out, dressed in the most fashionable Muggle outfit decades ago, and he looked like a king compared to the scruffy man.

"Morfin, you should be polite to this gentleman from the Ministry of Magic, and don't use your parseltongue, it's rude. The middle-aged man looked at the scruffy man with disdain.

"Do you think this man looks familiar? Harry. ”

Harry nodded, then shook his head again.

Dumbledore pointed to the middle-aged man who was shaking Bob's hand and said, "He's Jack Silver's great-grandfather, Richard Silver, a wizard of great prestige at the time. (To be continued......)

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