Everyday Players at Hogwarts

I'm afraid Aunt Petunia never imagined that there would be wizards and no Muggles in her favorite living room, Harry couldn't help but think.

To be honest, he should have been surprised, even ashamed, by the attack on the Dursleys.

But thinking is not something you can do whatever you want. Just like when he was a child in Muggle school, he knew that he had to listen carefully to the class, but he always couldn't help but think about stuffing Dudley's fat head into the toilet.

"Dumbledore, how about we talk while eating." Sirius showed a shy smile.

"Oh, I thought you didn't welcome me and just wanted me to stay in the living room." Dumbledore was not as agile as an old man over a hundred years old. He suddenly pulled out his wand so quickly that all the wizards present didn't look. clear.

With a flick of the magic wand, the dining table rushed over, and the surrounding sofas quickly retreated, leaving room for the dining table in the middle. In a blink of an eye, when everyone came to their senses, the dining table reached the center of the living room, and the food on it was intact.

With another wave of the wand, chairs were knocked over from behind everyone. Everyone sat directly on them, and then followed the chairs to the dining table.

"We might as well get comfortable," said Dumbledore cheerfully, returning his wand to his pocket.

At this time, Sirius, Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy were all like students who made mistakes, their heads lowered, staring at Aunt Petunia's favorite printed wool rug.

"Can we eat now?" When everyone was embarrassed, Ron had already picked up the spoon and asked in confusion.

"Ron—" Harry reminded softly.

"You idiot!" Draco stroked his forehead.

"It's really time for the children to eat." Mr. Weasley nodded to the three little ones.

"How about I make the story short first." Sirius took a deep breath and raised his head.

"Black, you should have said that a long time ago," Mr. Malfoy said sarcastically.

"So, can I assume that you have something very secret that needs to be solved in private? If necessary, you can go to another room and I will keep an eye on it here - you know, a wizard just attacked here some time ago."

"Ron, you can eat first. Harry, Draco and you two too." Dumbledore said casually. After hearing this, Ron immediately picked up a piece of pie and ate it.

"No, Dumbledore, I think this matter may have something to do with you." Mr. Malfoy mustered up the courage to say.

He had not leaned towards Dumbledore before. Out of his understanding of the greatest white wizard, he would never show weakness in front of Dumbledore or use his words too carefully.

But since he turned in the diary, for the sake of his family's life and property, he began to become much weaker in front of Dumbledore.

It was a long time ago that he spoke in this tone.

Dumbledore also knew this very well, so he frowned, "Is it related to Draco?"

"I think so, but it has something to do with both Ron and Draco."

"Let's finish this quickly. I support Ron's niche gender hobby. After we finish talking, I also want to study the TV plug!" Mr. Weasley said excitedly.

"What? Did I just hear my name?" Ron mumbled, his mouth bulging.

"Eat your food." This was Draco who wanted to continue to listen to the adults' explanations.

On the other side, Mr. Malfoy was obviously angry, "We are not like your Weasley family, who have too many children to raise! I only have one child!"

"Hey, Harry is only James' only son!" Sirius said.

He didn't care much about Harry's sexual orientation. As James's best friend, he believed that James would only care more about the child's happiness if he were alive.

As for whether Lily would be like James, he didn't care.

"You are a freak! Narcissa doesn't know how many times she has been saddened by your rebellion. You must know that Regulus looks like he cannot support the Black family! You only have yourself in your eyes, and you never have any responsibility! "

"If Draco's quirks don't change, then we Malfoy will probably be as extinct as Dumbledore!" Mr. Malfoy was obviously so angry that he lost his mind. Harry obviously found that he was afraid of Dumbledore, but Now he dares to talk like this.

So, what exactly is that secret?

As for Dumbledore, heirloom? It was hundreds of years ago that Dumbledore was used to represent his family rather than himself.

The continuation of the family had never been a consideration for Albus Dumbledore.

But what does these things have to do with him?

"Lucius, can I understand that what you are talking about has something to do with me?" Dumbledore asked doubtfully.

"I think they all learned bad things from you." Mr. Malfoy came back to his senses, but still muttered unwillingly.

"That's all, just look at it." Sirius threw a stack of photos in front of Dumbledore, who was obviously a little impatient to be the Riddler.

Dumbledore could only see his hands clasped together without any extra movement. The photo stopped without warning when it was about to touch his plate, then lined up and floated in front of his eyes.

Dumbledore's light blue eyes suddenly widened, but then he regained his composure, "Why don't you ask Harry and the others first? The most common mistake adults make is that they use their own experience to judge children's minds. But you have to understand that for teenagers, they may not be as complicated as you think."

"James liked Lily in the first grade!" Sirius questioned.

"I liked Narcissa before I went to Hogwarts." Mr. Malfoy directly exposed himself.

"Molly and I are in the third grade." Mr. Weasley said doubtfully, and began to wonder if he was abnormal.

"I understand." Harry said painfully.

"You can't believe Rita Skeeter's report! It's been so long!" This is Draco. His pale cheeks are as red as peaches at this time.

"I want water--" Then there was the sound of gulping water. Ron looked at the adults disappointedly, "You dare to believe what Rita Skeeter said?"

"Draco, I can't help but applaud you. You finally became a qualified Slytherin."

"But I didn't ask you to use it on this. Look, what is this!" Mr. Malfoy nodded half sadly and half happy. He couldn't think that his son, a qualified Slytherin, would use the skill of lying in this way, and use it so well.

Then he also took out a stack of photos and placed them at an angle where Harry and the others could see.

"How did Rita Skeeter--"

"How were we discovered!"

"They just care about me!" Draco, Ron, and Harry couldn't help saying after seeing the photos.

"It seems that they really care about you, Harry." Dumbledore said after a moment of distraction.