HP Approaches the Magic World

Hermione checked Jon's reply without leaving any trace, and then changed her mind to face the current situation.

So Jon and Cinnabar saw Hermione holding Ron's hand and saying: "Thank you, Ron, but I can't let you-"

"You have no choice," Ron squeezed her hand excitedly: "I want to teach you to familiarize yourself with my family tree, so that you won't be afraid to ask questions."

Hermione gave a shaky laugh.

"Ron, I guess it doesn't matter anymore since we're on the run with Harry Potter, the most wanted criminal in the country.

If we go back to school, things will be different.

Does Voldemort have any plans for Hogwarts?"

"Every young wizard must now attend school," Lupine replied, "It was announced yesterday.

This is a change as it was never mandatory before.

Of course, almost all British wizards attended Hogwarts, but parents have the right to educate their children at home or study abroad.

But now, Voldemort can put all wizards under his surveillance since childhood.

This is also one of the ways to eliminate Muggle-borns, because students must have a blood certificate - showing that they have proved their wizarding blood to the Ministry of Magic before they can be admitted."

Harry felt disgusted and angry: at this moment, there were so many eleven-year-old children happily looking through the newly bought magic books, but they didn't know that they would never see Hogwarts, or even their families.

"This this……"

He was speechless, unable to find the words to express the horror he felt, but Lupine said softly:

"I know."

"I can understand if you can't confirm it, Harry, but the Order is under the impression that Dumbledore left you with a mission."

"Yes." Harry replied: "Ron and Hermione also know that they want to go with me."

"Can you tell me what this mission is?"

Harry looked at the prematurely wrinkled face and the thick but graying hair, wishing he could have another answer.

"I can't, Remus, I'm sorry. If Dumbledore hasn't told you, I guess I can't either."

"I guessed you would say that," Lupine looked a little disappointed: "But I can still be of some use to you.

You know who I am and what I am capable of, and I can walk with you and provide protection.

No need to tell me what you are doing."

Harry hesitated, it was a very tempting offer, although he couldn't imagine how Lupine could keep it a secret if he followed them around all day.

Hermione looked a little confused.

"Where's Tonks?"

"What's wrong with her?

"Oh," Hermione frowned, "You're married! What does she think if you want to come with us?"

"Tonks will be safe," said Lupine, "at her parents' house."

Lupine's tone was a little strange, almost cold.

Besides, it was a bit unusual for Tonks to continue hiding out at her parents' house. She was a member of the Order after all, and for all Harry knew, she probably wanted to get involved in active action.

"Remus," Hermione asked tentatively, "is everything okay...I mean...you and -"

"Everything is fine, thank you."

Hermione blushed, there was another moment of silence, the atmosphere was tense and awkward, and then Lupine said, as if he was forcing himself to admit something unpleasant: "Tonks is pregnant."

"Oh, great!"

“Awesome!”

"congratulation."

Lupine smiled unnaturally, looking like he was making a face, and said: "So - do you accept my proposal?

Can three people become four?

I don't believe Dumbledore would object.

After all, he appointed me to be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

I must tell you, I believe that this trip will involve facing evil magic that many people have never seen and cannot imagine."

Ron and Hermione both looked at Harry.

"Well... I still want to ask clearly,"

Harry said: "You want to leave Tonks at her parents' house and come with us?"

"She is very safe there and they will take care of her."

Lupine said, his tone was firm and almost cold: "Harry, I believe James also wants me to protect you."

"Well," Harry said slowly, "I don't think so.

I believe my father would like to know why you didn't protect your child."

The color drained from Lupine's face.

The temperature in the kitchen seemed to drop ten degrees, Ron looked around the room as if he had been ordered to remember it, and Hermione's eyes moved back and forth between Harry and Lupin.

"You do not understand."

"Then explain it."

Lupine swallowed.

"I - I made a serious mistake by marrying Tonks. I lost my mind and regretted it very much afterwards."

"Oh," said Harry, "So you're going to abandon her and the baby and run away with us?"

Lupine jumped up and the chair overturned.

He stared at them so furiously that Harry saw the shadow of the wolf on his face for the first time.

“Don’t you understand what I did to my wife and unborn child?

I shouldn't have married her at all, I turned her into an outcast!"

Lupine kicked away the chair he had overturned.

"You have always seen me in the Order of the Phoenix, or at Hogwarts, under the protection of Dumbledore!

You know what most wizards think of my kind!

After learning about my situation, they almost refused to talk to me!

Haven't you seen everything I've done?

Even her family rejects our marriage. Which parent would want their only daughter to marry a werewolf?

And children—children—"

Lupine was pulling his hair, he seemed insane.

"My kind are usually sterile!

My kids will be like me, I know they will be - how can I forgive myself?

Knowing his condition, but still passing it on to an innocent baby.

Even if a miracle happens and the child is not like me, wouldn't it be better, a hundred times better, to not have a father who will always make him ashamed?"

"Remus," Hermione said with tears in her eyes, "don't say that - how could any child be ashamed of you?"

"Oh, no idea, Hermione," said Harry, "I'd be ashamed of him."

Harry didn't know where his anger came from, and he stood up in anger.

Lupine looked as if Harry had hit him.

"If the new regime thinks Muggle-borns are all bad," Harry said, "what will they do to a werewolf hybrid whose father is an Order of the Phoenix?

My father died to protect my mother and me, do you think he would ask you to abandon your child and go on adventures with us?"

"How-how dare you?"

Lupine said: "This is not a pursuit - not a pursuit of adventure or personal limelight - how can you say this -"

"I think you think you're heroic," said Harry. "You fantasize about following in Sirius' footsteps -"

"Harry, stop talking!"

Hermione pleaded, but Harry continued to stare at Lupin's pale face.

"I can't believe it,"

Harry said: "The man who taught me how to defeat Dementors - was a coward."

Lupine pulled out his wand too quickly. Just as Harry had time to grab his own wand, he heard a pop and felt as if he had been punched. He flew backwards, hit the kitchen wall, and then slid

to the ground.

He caught a glimpse of Lupin's cloak tail disappearing through the door.

"Remus, Remus, come back!"

Hermione called, but Lupine didn't answer. After a moment, they heard the front door slam shut.

"Harry?!"

Hermione cried: "How could you do this?"

"What can't be done?"

Harry stood up as he spoke and felt a swelling growing where his head hit the wall.

——He was still shaking with anger.

"Don't look at me like that!"

"Don't come at her again!"

"Don't—don't—we can't quarrel!"

Hermione rushed between them, looking a little funny.

"You shouldn't have said that to Lupin."

"He asked for it."

Shattered images flashed through Harry's mind: he watched Sirius fall through the curtain;

A maimed Dumbledore hangs in the air; a green light and his mother's pleading voice...

"As a parent," Harry said, "you shouldn't leave your children unless - unless you have to."

"Harry——"

Hermione held out a comforting hand, but Harry shrugged it away and stepped aside, staring at the flames Hermione had conjured.

He had spoken to Lupine through that fireplace, hoping to restore his faith in James, and Lupine had given him comfort.

Now, Lupine's painful, pale face seemed to be shaking in front of him, and a wave of regret came to his heart, and he felt very uncomfortable.

Neither Ron nor Hermione spoke, but Harry felt that they must be looking at each other behind his back, communicating silently.

He turned around and saw them looking away hurriedly.

"I know, I shouldn't call him a coward."

"You shouldn't."

"But he acts like a coward."

"but……"

"I know," said Harry, "but if it gets him back to Tonks, it's worth it, isn't it?"

He couldn't remove the pleading from his voice.

Hermione looked sympathetic, while Ron was noncommittal.

Harry looked down at his feet, thinking about his father.

Would James support Harry saying that to Lupin, or would he be angry at his son for treating his old friend like that?

The silent kitchen seemed to be buzzing, carrying the shock of the scene just now and the silent condemnation of Ron and Hermione.

The Daily Prophet that Lupine had brought was still on the table, and Harry's face was staring blankly at the ceiling on the front page.

He walked over and sat down, opened the newspaper casually, and pretended to read it, but he couldn't read it, and his mind was still full of the scene of the conflict with Lupine.

He was sure that Ron and Hermione had resumed their silent communication on the other side of the newspaper.

He flipped the newspaper loudly, and Dumbledore's name jumped into his sight.

It took him a while to realize that the photo was a family photo.

Under the photo it says: The Dumbledore family, from left: Albus, Percival (holding newborn Ariana), Kandra and Aberforth.

This caught his attention.

Harry stared at the photo carefully. Dumbledore's father, Percival, was a handsome man, and his eyes still seemed to shine in this faded old photo.

Baby Arianna was not much bigger than a loaf of bread and had no more discernible facial features.

Mother Candela's black hair was tied into a high bun, and her facial features were as sharp as a knife.

Although she wore a high-collared satin robe, her dark eyes, high cheekbones and straight nose reminded Harry of an Indian.

Albus and Aberforth wore the same lace-collared jackets and had the same shawl hair.

Albus looked a few years older, but otherwise the two boys looked very similar, as this was before Dumbledore's nose was broken and he started wearing glasses.

The family looked quite happy and happy, smiling peacefully in the newspaper.

Baby Ariana's arms waved vaguely outside her swaddle.

Harry saw a caption above the photo:

Exclusive excerpt - forthcoming biography of Dumbledore

Rita Skeeter,

Thinking that it couldn't possibly make him feel worse, Harry started reading, but apparently he was wrong: the content in the paper actually made him feel worse.

He looked at the seemingly happy family in the photo.

Is it true?

How can we know?

He wanted to go to Godric's Hollow. Even if Bathilda could no longer talk to him, he also wanted to see the place where he and Dumbledore had lost their loved ones.

He was putting down the newspaper to ask Ron and Hermione what they thought, when suddenly there was a deafening bang in the kitchen.

He stood up hastily.

In the group at the door, Kreacher broke free, bowed low, and said hoarsely: "Kreacher has captured the thief Mundungus Fletcher, Master."

Mundungus struggled to his feet and drew his wand.

But Hermione was faster than him.

"Expelliarmus!"

Mundungus' wand flew into the air and was caught by Hermione.

He made a mad dash for the stairs, but Ron knocked him down.

Mundungus fell to the stone floor with a muffled thud.

"What for?"

Mundungus twisted his body, trying to get away from Ron: "What did I do?

Send a damn house elf to get me.

What the hell are you doing? What have I done? Let me go, let me go, or else——"

"You have no right to threaten anyone," Harry said, throwing the newspaper aside, walking to the end of the kitchen and half-kneeling next to Mundungus.

Ron gasped and got up, and Harry pointed his wand calmly at Mundungus' nose. This guy smelled like sweat and cigarettes, his hair was tangled, and his robes were stained.

"Kreacher apologizes for being late in catching the thief, Master."

The elf hissed: "Fletch is good at evading capture and has many lairs and accomplices.

However, Kreacher finally stopped the thief."

"You did well, Kreacher.

But now, we have a few questions to ask you."

Harry said to Mundungus, who immediately shouted: "I'm scared, okay?

I never wanted to participate... Don't be angry, man, I never volunteered to die for you, but the damn mysterious man flew towards me at that time, everyone would run away, I always said I didn't want to do it-"