"Awesome!" Harry gave a thumbs up.

"Are you laughing at me? I know everything." Hermione stared at Harry fiercely. Harry noticed Ron quietly fiddling with his nails and muttered in a low voice: "Well——A funny thing happened when you were going to class. Hermione showed off to me, and I couldn't help it-"

"I'm not showing off!" Hermione said sharply, and she led her head downstairs.

Ron and Harry exchanged meaningful eyes.

"Maybe Hermione should also hear your unique insights into character flaws, Harry," said Ron.

"I don't want to cause trouble for myself," Harry said immediately.

They came to the courtyard, where Professor McGonagall and some of the students were already waiting. But Harry was keen to find that there were fewer people coming today than the first time, "A few gave up." Hermione whispered, and she turned around, "Why didn't you see Professor Happ?"

Professor McGonagall told them about this problem when he distributed the Mandela grass blades.

"Your Professor Happ has asked for leave, and he has important things to deal with."

"At this time?" Ernie McMillan murmured in a low voice, "It doesn't sound very credible."

"But that's true," said Professor McGonagall sternly. "If I were you, I would spend more time practicing, McMillan."

After sending out the new Mandela Grass Leaf, he listened to the precautions again. The students dispersed. Hermione reported his latest progress to Professor McGonagall, and then they returned to the castle.

On the way, Hermione mentioned Dumbledore's class again. Harry was very glad that he stuffed a leaf of Mandela in his mouth, which gave him an excuse to speak less, although the leaf in his mouth could no longer affect him.

He chatted with Ron and Hermione for a few words, then went back to the dormitory. Ron and Hermione were left looking at each other.

"Is his class not going well?" Ron asked worriedly.

"Maybe Dumbledore showed Harry some shocking memories that he couldn't accept..." Hermione whispered: "Although I can't guess what this is useful for Harry's scar, Dumbledore must have his reason. Let's ask more about it tomorrow."

In the dormitory, Harry was lying on the bed, feeling that somewhere in his heart had collapsed.

Everything was good at the beginning. He and Dumbledore spent half an hour in reality watching the Dumbledore family having supper and exchanging gifts. The atmosphere was generally pleasant and enviable. Then the next memory, their situation took a sharp turn. Not only did they move, but the smile on their faces disappeared. The youngest Ariana was nervous. Abuforth always clenched his fists when there was no one, and his eyes were burning with anger. Albus became quieter, but a trace of sadness flashed when he looked at his sister...

And the most important thing is that the male owner is gone.

"...Ariana was six years old and she was magic in the garden. Three Muggle boys saw this scene through the hedge. At that time, the ignorant witch hunting thoughts were still spreading in remote areas. They were frightened, but they also gave birth to the courage to attack her. Since then, Ariana has suffered severe psychological trauma and can no longer control her magic. My father was so angry that he could not settle the score with those Muggles, and he gave them a hard lesson. Then... he was locked up in Azkaban, and we, alas, we chose to leave that sad place, and no one could predict that a greater tragedy would be waiting for us..."

The first class ended at the young Albus received a Hogwarts admission letter.

Dumbledore did not ask Harry to keep it secret, which seemed to mean that he could tell Ron and Hermione, but he only said something irrelevant. He believed that he had the responsibility to keep the past secret of Principal Dumbledore, as if he knew that his tragic experience was a blasphemy to his great personality.

He didn't know why he thought so, nor did he understand why Dumbledore let him see this. In Harry's view, Dumbledore seemed to have bloody present his experience in front of his students in a cruel way.
Chapter completed!