HP Magic Biography

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"A side view of something?"

Krum was a little confused, he looked at Fanlin and Hermione on the dance floor, then looked at Harry...

"Well, I admit, I actually don't know what it is, but it's obvious that he and his daughter took the whole vacation to find them..." Harry felt he was explaining Luna and his father's Weird behavior and wasted effort. "It's her," he said, pointing to Luna, who was still intoxicated at this time, waving her arms like driving a mosquito.

"What is she doing?" Krum asked.

"Maybe I'm trying to get rid of a harassment." Harry said, and he thought this symptom should be. Krum was now unsure whether the person in front of him was making fun of himself. He took his wand out of his robe and put it on his lap, ready to get up and leave.

"Grigovic!" Harry yelled, and Krum was startled, but Harry couldn't care much. He was so excited; he remembered when he saw Krum's wand, three Ollivanden mentioned it when checking everyone's wands during the strong competition.

"What happened to him?" Krum said in surprise.

"He is a wand maker."

"I know that," Krum said. "The wand he made for you! That's why I thought of... Quidditch..."

Krum became more confused as he listened.

"How did you know the wand Grigovich made for me?"

"Ah, I... I think I read it somewhere," Harry said. "It's... well... in a fan magazine." His improvisation this time seemed to make Krum nervous. Relax a bit.

"Why didn't I remember talking about the wand with the fans." Krum murmured.

"Maybe there are too many interviews, I forgot, you can just ignore that, then...well...where is Grigovich now?"

Krum looked at him puzzled.

"He has retired for many years, and my wand is his last batch of products. I think the wand he made is the best...Of course, I understand that most of you British people prefer Ollivander's products."

Harry didn't say anything any more, he pretended to watch the prom with Krum, but he was thinking quickly in his mind.

It's not difficult for Harry to think of the reason Voldemort was so painstakingly searching for such a famous wand maker. It must be due to the flashback spell cast between their wands the day Voldemort was resurrected. Why these two wands with the same phoenix tail feathers resonated like that, I am afraid even Ollivander could not fully understand.

How much would Grigovich know? Does it know more than Ollivander? How many secrets of the wand does he know that Ollivander does not know?

"That girl is beautiful." Krum's words awakened Harry from his thoughts. Krum was referring to Ginny. She is now with Luna. "She is your relative too, right?"

"Yeah," Harry replied, feeling a little annoyed. "It's pretty, but this person has already been with someone else. That person is a prudent, unattractive person."

"Really," Krum said dejectedly. "The price of being an internationally renowned Quidditch player is that pretty girls are picked away?"

After all, Krum took a sandwich from the waiter passing by, then turned and left along the dance floor.

Harry wanted to find Van Lin as soon as possible and tell him about Grigovich, but that guy was dancing with Hermione in the middle of the dance floor.

And Ron didn't know where he went, those little sisters Veeva, Ron could proudly declare that he belonged to the kind near the water platform, and Fleur would help him, wouldn't he.

Harry wanted to find Ginny again, but Ginny was jumping with Lee Jordan now, Harry thought of the guarantee to Ron, and walked away in pain. Harry has never participated in a Muggle wedding before, so he can’t compare the pros and cons of a wizard’s wedding with a Muggle wedding. What he can only figure out is that as the night gets deeper, the party becomes a carnival. Like all other beautiful moments, laughter and laughter are fleeting.

Fred, George, and Ron were going crazy with Fleur’s cousin somewhere; Charlie, Hagrid and others were sitting in the corner, singing the famous "Hero Otto".

Harry met Ron's uncle while wandering around. He was so drunk that it took a long time to tell if Harry was his son. Harry found an old wizard sitting alone at the table. Her white hair, as white as a cloud, made him look more like an old dandelion, with a felt hat that was eaten by insects. He looks familiar. Harry racked his brains to think about it.

Suddenly, he remembered that this was Ephia Dogo, a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and Dumbledore's eulogy was also written by him. Harry walked over to him.

"Can I sit like this?"

"Of course, of course," Dogo replied. His voice is very high and his voice is very old. Harry leaned forward.

"Mr. Dogo, this is Harry Potter."

Dogo was taken aback.

"My boy, Arthur told me that you are here and you will disguise yourself... I am so happy to see you." Dogo poured Harry a glass of champagne with surprise and joy. "I want to write something for you," he whispered. "After Dumbledore...the blow...for you, I think..." Dogo's eyes flashed with tears at this moment.

"I saw your obituary in the Daily Prophet," Harry said. "I didn't expect you to know Professor Dumbledore that much."

"Neither," Dogo wiped the corners of his eyes and said, "But I should have known him for the longest time. If you don't count Aberforth...Of course, no one remembers Abufu. think."

"Speaking of the Daily Prophet, I don't know if you paid attention, Mr. Dogo?"

"Child, just call me Ephia."

"Ephia, I don't know if you have read those articles by Rita Skeeter about professors?"

Dogo's face immediately became angry.

"Yes, Harry, I saw it. That woman, or a greedy ghost, is more appropriate. Talking about her does give me a headache. I'm sorry that I have become so rude now. They are all these stupid women. I'm exhausted."

"Then what do you think of this?" Harry continued. "Rita Skeeter said in the article that the professor was involved in dark magic when he was young."

"Don't believe the nonsense," Dogo said immediately, "Don't believe a word, Harry, don't let those rumors stain your sacred Albus Dumbledore."

Harry saw Dogo's categorical denial, but he became more confused. He denied it so firmly, should Harry believe it? Doesn't he understand that it is necessary for me to know the whole truth?

To be precise, Harry was thinking, if Fanlin was here, would he choose to believe Dogo's words?

Dumbledore did not involve black magic...

Rita Skeeter is very exaggerated, but Fanlin said that there are indeed some points in the content that are true, which makes Harry difficult to distinguish.

Many Ge also noticed Harry's psychological activities, so he immediately asked with concern, "Harry, Rita Skeeter is a nasty..." But his words were interrupted by a harsh laugh.

"Rita Skeeter? Oh, I admire her very much. I have been a loyal reader of her." Harry and Dogo looked up and found Aunt Muriel standing in front of them, the feathers in their hair trembling and their hands still With a glass of champagne.

"He also wrote a biography of Dumbledore recently, you all know it."

"Hello, Muriel," Dogo said, "Yes, we are talking about it again."

"You, go away and give me your seat. I'm one hundred and seven years old." Another red-haired cousin Weasley jumped up from his seat immediately, as if seeing an alarm, Mully Er immediately let the chair float over, fell next to her, and sat down. Join the conversation between Harry and Dogo.

"Meet you again, Barney, or what else is your name," she said to Harry. "What are you talking about about Rita Skeeter, Ephia? You also know she wrote recently A biography of Dumbledore? I can’t wait to read it. I must remember to book a seat at the Broken Cauldron."

Dogo sat there with a blank face and said nothing, watching Muriel drank the champagne in her hand, then she asked the waiter for another glass and took a big sip, then hiccuped and told them . .

"There is no need for that angry frog here. Behind him has become so respected and concerned, there must be some interesting stories unknown."

"Ignorance and nonsense!" Dogo said, his face changed with anger.

"I knew you would say that, Ephia," Muriel chuckled. "I can see the sentimentality between the lines in your obituary."

"I'm sorry you would think so, Muriel," Dogo said, his tone becoming colder, "I can guarantee that the article is my true feelings."

"Oh, we all know that you are a loyal supporter of Dumbledore. I guess you must think he is a saint, even if he once abandoned his dumb sister."

"Muriel!" Dorgo growled. Hearing this, Harry felt his chest hollowed out and cold.

"What do you mean?" He questioned Mulil. "Who said his sister is a dumb gun, I think she is just sick."

"That's nonsense, isn't it, Barney." Seeing the sensational effect of her words, Aunt Mulyl not only made a little bit of pride, "It's up to you, but many things are not what you think. It happens frequently without your knowledge, but my dear, none of us who are alive knows what really happened."

"That's why I can't wait to understand what Skeeter knows. Dumbledore kept his sister incognito for a long time."

"Rumor!" Dogo panted with anger, "Definitely a rumor!"

"He never told me that his sister was a dumb gun," Harry said without thinking, still feeling very disappointed.

"Why should he tell you the truth?" Muriel screamed, and she twisted hard in her chair, turning her face to Harry.

"Albus kept silent about Ariana's reason," Dogo said, controlling his emotions, "because, I thought about it, obviously, his sister's death hit him too much."

"Then why no one has ever seen her, Ephia?" Muriel cried, "Why did more than half of us never know her existence? It was holy when Ariana was under house arrest in the cellar. Where did I go? No one knows what happened in the hut in his hometown away from the sacred light of Hogwarts!"

"What are you talking about? Under house arrest in the cellar?" Harry asked, "What does that mean?"

Dogo looked helpless. Muriel giggled, she told Harry.

"Dumbledore's mother is a cruel woman, and she is of Muggle origin. Although I heard that he has been trying to hide this..."

"She's never lied, Kedra is a good person" Dogo groaned helplessly, and Mulyl completely pretended not to hear it.

"... She is arrogant and domineering. She is humiliated for giving birth to a dumb gun..."

"Arianna is not a dumb gun!" Dogo struggled.

"As you said, Ephia, how do you explain why Ariana never went to Hogwarts?" Aunt Mulyl said, and she turned her head to Harry again. "In our days, dumb children were like They are all concealed without reporting, or they are simply locked up, pretending that they don’t exist..."

"I said, that was nonsense," Dogo said, but Mulyl ignored it at all and continued to talk to Harry. "The dumb guns are usually sent to Muggle schools and integrated into Muggle society, otherwise they can only be treated as second-class citizens in the wizarding world, but it is clear that Kedra and Dumbledore would not expect such a child to enter Muggle society... "

"Arianna is just sick," Dogo argued desperately, "Her physical condition has been poor, which prevents her from..."

"...Can't leave that house?" Mulyl sneered. "But she has never been sent to St. Mungo for treatment. No one therapist there has ever seen her."

"Really? Mulil, how could you know that no one gave her..."

"I have my own source of information, Efea, and my cousin Leslo was working as a therapist at St. Mungo at that time. The scripture told us very seriously that he had never seen Ariana Dumbledore go to the doctor. He also found it very strange."

Dogo seemed to be about to cry. Aunt Muriel was now immersed in narcissism triumphantly, and drank another sip of champagne. Harry numbly thought of how the Dursleys had treated him and how they kept him isolated from the world. Could there be similar shameful things in the Dumbledore family? Just because she is a dumb gun? And Dumbledore really had the heart to abandon his sister and go to Hogwarts alone to show off his ambition?

"Actually, if Kadra hadn't died in the front," Mulyl continued, "I might suspect that she was the one who killed Ariana..."

"How can you be so unabashed, Muriel!" Dogo couldn't bear it. "A mother killed her own daughter~www.wuxiaspot.com~Do you know what nonsense you are talking about?!"

"If a mother is in a situation where she has been suspected for years because of her daughter, and may even be discredited because of it, what's impossible?" Aunt Mulyl replied with a shrug. "But as I said, This is unlikely, because Kadra died before Ariana, wait, no one seems to have confirmed this."

"Yes, maybe Ariana herself killed Kedra in a dispute in order to fight for freedom." Aunt Muriel thought, "Just shake your head, Ephia, you are also here. Ariana’s funeral, isn’t it?"

"Indeed, I participated," Dogo replied with trembling lips, "I will never forget that sad and solemn scene. Albus was heartbroken at that time..."

"It's not just his heart. Didn't Aberforth fracture Albus's nose bone in the middle of the funeral?" If Dogo's previous expression can be called horror, then his expression is now dead. Expressed in words. Mulyl might have really stunned Dogo this time, she laughed proudly, then grabbed the glass, took another sip of champagne, and a few drops dripped down her chin.

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