The Rise of the Muggles at Hogwarts

Chapter 131 Summer Vacation: Dumbledore and Sirius

"Okay, that's enough!"

Dumbledore sat down slowly, and the movement of the automatic quill in his hand had stopped.

The conversation they just had was recorded on it.

Then he slowly raised his hand, moved his fingers slightly, and cast the spell instantly, knocking out Peter Pettigrew and sending his cage back to the cabinet.

After doing all this.After learning the truth, there was a sudden silence in the principal's office.

The gears stuck to time were turning slowly, and the two people present were caught in the memories of the past.

One is full of remorse and the other has regrets.

After a moment, Dumbledore's sigh broke the suffocating silence.

"Sirius is innocent." The old headmaster turned to look at Snape and said, "He has always been innocent."

"is it?"

"I don't see anything innocent. He trusted the wrong person, so he should be punished!" Snape said decisively, without any hint of compromise in his tone.

"But he has been in Azkaban for 11 years, Severus! How many decades can a person have? I think, for a man who spent all his youth to atone for his sins, this is , is enough." Dumbledore tried to explain: "Strictly speaking, he did not do anything wrong, every step was correct, it was just the complexity of human nature that made them pay the price."

...

There was a hint of unspeakable pain in the corner of Snape's eyes. Dumbledore said it, so why not him?

Because if Sirius believed in the wrong person, besides the culprit Voldemort, then he, Severus Snape, made an even bigger mistake.

It was he who personally pushed the person he loved most into danger.

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As he watched, Snape fell silent beside him.

Dumbledore probably guessed his mood at the moment, and then he finally expressed his inner thoughts: "The school's Defense Against the Dark Arts class lacks a professor, maybe..."

"Do you want that guy to come to school as a professor?" Snape, whose face became increasingly ugly, stared into Dumbledore's eyes and asked coldly, "Are you crazy?"

"No, I think this would be a good fit. Sirius would be a good candidate." Dumbledore gently spread his hands and continued: "Of course, besides him, there are several other candidates, but this will take some time to consider! "

"Hmph!" Snape snorted heavily, stood up and walked out.

Looking at his retreating back, Dumbledore shook his head helplessly.

Regarding the grudges between them, Dumbledore, as the principal, naturally knew about it.

But at that time, he did not take this matter to heart. It was the years when Voldemort was rising, and all his energy was used to prevent Death Eaters from infiltrating the school.

Regarding the relationship between Lily, James, Sirius, Lupine, Peter, and Snape, he only regarded these as a kind of struggle between students, and the childish impulses of his youth. He never thought of it at all. This hatred will be so deep-rooted, even decades have passed, it is still so deep.

Speaking of which, this was another dereliction of duty on his part. For the entire seven years they had been at the school, as the principal, he had not had the slightest idea of ​​getting involved in the disputes between the students.

He is responsible for the final result.

Involuntarily, Dumbledore thought of that boy, the boy who brought changes to the wizarding world.

Anthony, what kind of surprise can you bring to this world...

——Let’s wait and see!

Dumbledore couldn't help but think.

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On the other side, Anthony, whom Principal Dumbledore misses so much, is performing the most difficult magic he has ever learned.

Occlumency...

Regarding this magic, he already has a lot of theoretical knowledge. He has at least read the information about this magic in the forbidden book area.

But theory was just theory. When he actually started practicing, he discovered that mastering Occlumency was far more difficult than any other magic he had done before.

He couldn't do the first step.

——Empty your brain!

His little head seemed to be equipped with an engine, with all kinds of thoughts and ideas popping up all the time.

All kinds of memories keep popping up all the time.

It is easy to say it is easy to empty your mind, but it is very difficult to actually do it.

Moreover, this is only the first step. After that, you have to learn to control your thoughts, compile memories, etc. In short, it is really too difficult for a 12-year-old child.

At this time, two weeks had passed during the summer vacation. Anthony, who had made no breakthrough in Occlumency, had to temporarily put down the magic. He had to relax and keep tightening his nerves, which would only be counterproductive.

So one night, he sent an invitation letter to his friends, inviting them to visit Buckingham Palace.

Take this opportunity to fulfill your previous promise.

The next day, Humphrey flew back early.

Except for Harry, everyone else sent a reply, and the letter happily accepted his invitation.

"Harry?"

After breakfast, while sitting on the bench in the garden, reading letters from Hermione and Ron, he remembered that this summer vacation, Harry was destined not to receive any letters, because the elf, Dobby All outside letters were blocked.

"Well - it's just free time anyway!"

Anthony simply stopped writing. He went directly back to his room, picked up the phone from the table, and dialed a number.

That was the Dursleys' phone number. Harry had been told it to him before getting out of the car.

After all, Anthony and Hermione were both Muggle-born wizards. Compared to writing letters, it was indeed more convenient to call them directly.As for Ron, Harry wasn't sure if he had a phone at home.

"Dudu!"

After a murmur, the other end of the phone was answered, and a low-pitched, obviously angry man called: "Who?"

"Hello, is this Harry Potter's house?"

"Potter, who are you?" the man then asked.

"I'm his friend!" Anthony guessed that the man who answered the phone should be Harry's uncle Vernon. In order not to irritate him, Anthony had to change his words quickly.

"Friend? What kind of friend is he? I'm warning you, no matter who you are, don't make this call again!" After saying that, there was only a "bang" sound, and the other end of the phone was roughly hung up. There was a burst of noise.

"Damn!"

After hanging up again from someone claiming to be Potter's friend, Vernon was almost furious.

He's had enough of those nagging guys interrupting him.

"Harry Potter, I'm warning you, you just rented a house and don't have the right to use the phone. If your conjuring friend calls again, get out of my house!"

Vernon stood at the top of the stairs and yelled angrily.