"How can you ......" Dorgo was speechless.

"My mother and Bathilda Bassat Sr. were good friends. Muriel said happily. "When Bathilda told my mother what had happened, I happened to hear it outside the door. Bathilda said it was an altercation between the Albus brothers over the coffin. Aberforth said that Ariana's death was all Albus's fault, and then he punched Albus head-on, right on the bridge of the nose, according to old Bathilda, Albus did not dodge, isn't it very strange. In terms of Albus's strength, he could easily defeat Aberforth in a duel with his hands tied. ”

Muriel took another sip of wine, and the repetition of these old stories seemed to give her the same pleasure as taunting Dogo, and Harry was completely confused, he didn't know who to trust or who not to believe.

Harry would rather believe that it was all a lie and a lie, and until now, Dogo had no reason to argue, all he did was sit there helplessly, muttering that Ariana was just sick, which made it difficult for Harry to believe that Dumbledore had nothing to do with these conspiracy that might have actually happened, and of course, there were still many doubts in this story.

"There's more I could tell you," Muriel said to Harry as she burped, "I guess old Bathilda must have slipped through with Rita Skeeter, all the gimmicks about Skeeter's meeting were that there would be important news about the Dumbledore family to be revealed, and it was clear that Ariana's secret alone was enough to be the bombshell of her new book and, absolutely, qualified." ”

"Bathilda, she's never going to be interviewed by Rita Skeeter. Dogo groaned weakly.

"Bathilda Basshat," Harry said, "the author of A History of Magic?"

The name was printed on the title page of all Hogwarts textbooks, and admittedly, he rarely really paid attention to them.

"Yes," Dogo replied as if grasping at a lifeline. "One of the best historians of our time and an old friend of Albus. ”

"That's right, it's great, it's just old and confused. Muriel said contemptuously.

"Even then, she wouldn't be at the mercy of that filthy Skeeter," said Doggo, "and she wouldn't reveal anything to Skeeter." ”

"Oh, there are many ways to revive other people's memories these days, and I think Skeeter must know them, and I don't care how he did it, but Skeeter did see it," said Aunt Muriel, "but even then, it was not easy to get Teacher Bathilda to tell her about things, and she must have gotten a lot of old photographs, and maybe letters, after all, she had been following Dumbledon for years...... Maybe a trip to the High Jersey Valley for this, but it was worth it. ”

Harry was drinking a beer and choked on it. Dogo hurriedly gave him a thump on the back, looked at Muriel, and asked Harry the question he wanted to ask, "Bathilda Bassat lives in the High Pitcher Valley?!"

"Yes, she's lived there for a long time, and the Dun family moved here after Parcival's arrest, and Bathilda became their neighbor. ”

"The Dundons live in the High Pitcher Valley?"

"Yes, Barney. Like I just said. "Aunt Muriel was a little unhappy with this repetitive question.

Harry's mind went blank, and only six years ago, Dumbledore had revealed that he and Harry's family had both lived in the High Pitcher Valley and had lost loved ones there.

Why? Could it be that Lily and Jaime were buried not far from Dumbledore's mother and sister? Did Dumbledore ever go there, maybe just past the graves of Harry's parents? He never told Harry about these things...... Never...... He couldn't explain why he was so mindful of these thoughts, and he felt that Dumbledore was lying to him by hiding their common experience in the High Tier Valley, but he still couldn't figure it out......

He stared ahead, oblivious to what was happening around him, not even noticing Hermione coming towards him until she sat down next to Harry.

"I can't jump anymore," she gasped as she loosened her shoelaces and rubbed her feet, "Van Lin ran to get the butterbeer, but strangely, I saw Victor walk away angrily from Luna and her father, as if they had just quarreled......"

She stopped the conversation and turned to look at Harry, "Harry, are you alright?"

"I ...... Uh, I'm fine......" Harry replied with some smuggling, not knowing how to answer Hermione's question.

Dumbledore, and his parents......

Harry wanted to go to the High Jack Valley, like never before, and the idea kept brewing in Harry's head.

"By the way, what about Ron?"

"With Fred and George, ...... in the garden," said Van Lin, handing over the butterbeer.

"Oh well, I hope he gets his wish!" Hermione rolled her eyes, "So, I just looked at you and those people...... I mean, that Muliel ......."

"Mr. Doggo. "He said Rita Skeeter was lying, but Aunt Muliel was ......."

"Ariana?" Van Lin asked, "Dumbledore's sister, or, Dumbledore, a dark secret?"

"Yes, Ariana is a ...... Squib?"

"As far as I know, Ariana isn't," Vanlin shook his head, remembering something about Ariana, "In the wizarding world, very few people are born squibs, it's just that the strength of the magic they feel is different, and whether they can be used is also a question, and if you don't interfere, almost everyone can go smoothly." ”

"Then Ariana ......," Harry was a little confused, "but no one is ...... at Hogwarts"

"There's something else involved...... Van Lin frowned, "what do you want to ask, Harry?"

Harry opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to answer, but it didn't matter, because a huge silver lynx Patronus flew up and landed in the middle of the panicked crowd, and everyone turned to see what was going on, and then the Patronus spoke, and from inside came the voice of Kingsley Shackle, reporting to them a message that they couldn't believe in any way: "The Ministry of Magic has fallen." Scrimgeour is dead. They're coming. ”