At the bottom of the paper, Betty Braithwaite wrote: There is no doubt that Skeeter's book will sell immediately. And a large number of Dumbledore's admirers would probably tremble with fear, wondering what would happen to their hero.

After reading the article, Evan stared at the photo of Rita Skeeter for a while.

For a moment, he even wondered if the woman had infiltrated Hogwarts in the form of a beetle again, recording everything that had happened that night.

But that's impossible, and with what Evan knows about her, Skeeter may have found some clues, and she's left to make up the rest.

I have to say that she found the right entry point.

It's hard to say how much of the real stuff is in it, but who cares?!

The answer that people want to know is not necessarily the truth.

There is no doubt that her book will sell well.

Rita Skeeter has revealed secrets related to Dumbledore's past and satisfied people's curiosity about the great wizard, but she shouldn't be stupid enough to get involved in the sensitive topic of Dumbledore's death, and say that there is a complex magic in it, and the key is right, it will cause her big trouble, and hopefully when she is invited to tea by the Death Eaters, she will still be as calm as she is now.

As Aven's partner and close friend, she knew all the secrets, and if the answer about Dumbledore's disappearance was not Voldemort's satisfaction......

Just then, Hermione shouted from downstairs, telling him to go down and eat.

"Got it, I'll go down now!"

Evan crumpled the newspaper and tossed it back into the paper basket, having time to worry about Rita Skeeter, and might as well look forward to Hermione's dinner.

At the dinner table, Hermione handed a letter that had just been delivered to Aven, sent from the Burrow, and the handwriting should have been written by Ginny, Elaine, and Gabrielle together, and they said something recently, hoping that Evan and Hermione would go to the Burrow as soon as possible, and there was also news that Lupin and Tonks were married.

Everyone was looking forward to their wedding, and hoped to do it with Bill and Fleur's wedding, but Lupin and Tonks didn't say anything, and no one told them, and it was said that they just went out for a spin after lunch yesterday and came back with the ring.

After Ginny, Elaine, and Gabrielle tortured them to "extract confessions", Tonks later told them that she and Lupin went to his parents' cemetery to pay their respects, and then had a wedding in a nearby Muggle country church, a sunset wedding, and Lupin prepared the ring in advance, very suddenly, very simply, and in a hurry, but Tonks thought it was very happy......

You can imagine that picture, the sun is setting, the warm light, the colorful sky, the breeze blowing the face, the affectionate, loving gaze of the two people.

Anyone will be intoxicated and quietly experience the beauty of the world.

This is a picture that Hermione described to Evan before going to bed at night.

She felt that it was not easy for Lupin and Tonks to come together, although the wedding of the two was not so lively, and there were not so many people to witness, but as long as they truly loved each other, this was enough, and when Lupin put the ring on Tonks' hand, she must have been the happiest person in the world at that moment.

The beauty of love is not in the long-term, but in the short-term possession.

The fact that Lupin and Tonks have come this far is the best description of this sentence.

If she can be like them, she will be satisfied!

Hermione said a lot, and Evan was a little confused at first, but then he understood.

In short, she was touched and suddenly wanted to get married!

As Mrs. Weasley said, in this era of precariousness, there are many people who have made a private life commitment, and if both parties are in love, then what are you waiting for?

yes, so what are you waiting for?

Well, this is a question, and Evan thinks that he will have to wait at least until he is an adult......

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In the dark, Harry was bleeding.

He squeezed his right hand with his left hand, cursed silently, pushed open the bedroom door with his shoulder, and suddenly there was a creaking sound of broken porcelain under his feet: a cup of herbal tea was placed on the ground outside his bedroom door, and he stepped on it.

"How ......"

Harry looked around and the staircase at 4 Privet Road was empty.

This cup of tea is probably Dudley's own cleverness and trying to play a prank on him.

Harry held his bleeding hand aloft and picked up the fragments of the teacup with his other hand and threw them into the already full bin behind the bedroom door. Then he walked across the room into the bathroom and put his finger under the faucet to rinse.

There are four days left when you can't use magic, which is stupid, unreasonable, and irritating...... Evan is also not an adult, why can he use magic outside of school, and he can't, how did Sirius explain it last time...... Harry had to admit that the deep wound on his finger must have made it difficult for him to handle it.

He had never learned how to repair his wounds, and now that he thought about it, especially his next steps, it seemed to be a serious flaw in his magical education.

He secretly decided to ask Evan or Hermione about this question next time, and took a large ball of tissue paper to wipe the tea stains off the floor as much as he could.

Then he went back to his bedroom and slammed the door shut.

Harry had just emptied his school box for the first time since he had packed it six years ago.

In the past, every time school started, he would replace and update three-quarters of the contents of the box, and there was always a layer of messy clutter at the bottom of the box, old quills, withered beetle eyes, and unmatched socks that he could no longer wear.

A few minutes ago, Harry reached into this layer of debris, and the ring finger of his right hand suddenly felt a sharp pain that pierced his heart, and when he pulled it out, he was already bleeding.

Now that he was more cautious, he knelt down beside the box again, groping carefully at the bottom of it, pulling out a worn-out badge, then a worn-out cracked speculum and an empty bottle, and finally finding the blade that had scratched his finger.

He immediately recognized it, it was a fragment of the Magic Mirror given to him by Sirius, two inches long.

It could reach Sirius, like a Muggle phone, but Harry didn't use it once, before it shattered into pieces.

Sirius didn't appear again this summer, except for handing him over to the Dursleys during the holidays, but that was enough of a deterrent to the Dursleys, and Harry knew that Sirius was busy, and after Dumbledore's departure, the entire Order of the Phoenix was not in good shape, and he couldn't ask for anything else like a child.

The only thing he could do now was to stay quietly in this house, as he had done for the past sixteen years, silently stranded and silent.

Protecting himself from causing chaos is the best help Harry can give the Order of the Phoenix, which is really frustrating to think about......