In the club room, Harry, Ron and Hermione were arguing with each other.

"Harry, we'd better not let our imagination run wild. Remember, in your first year, you thought Professor Snape was planning to steal the Philosopher's Stone, but he was actually the one who was spying on Quirrell. He also protected you when Quirrell tried to knock you off your broom."

Hermione locked the door with magic and cast a few distraction spells to make it easier for them to talk about dangerous topics without scruples.

"I know." Harry said sullenly.

"And the second year -"

"Thank you for mentioning the second year. He wanted to expel Ron and me as soon as the school started. Don't say he wanted to protect me, Hermione. His brain circuits should not be magically connected with Dobby. Besides, he didn't know that the Chamber of Secrets would be opened at that time."

"Oh, uh..." Hermione was a little speechless, "Third year, he stood on our side..."

"Do you need to give him a medal? Thank him for not reaching an agreement with the Dementors?" Harry said irritably: "Hermione, why do you keep speaking for him? He used to be a damn Death Eater!"

Hermione was silent for a few seconds, "But Headmaster Dumbledore defended him. You told us yourself, Harry, remember? You saw it in the Pensieve..."

"He - is - not - trustworthy." Harry said through gritted teeth.

"Who?"

Harry didn't speak.

Ron and Hermione looked at him uneasily, "You mean Headmaster Dumbledore - why do you think so -"

Harry was silent.

He had a huge secret hidden in his heart, which made him breathless. He didn't know whether he should tell Ron and Hermione. This secret has nothing to do with Snape, but it has something to do with Headmaster Dumbledore. In the stack of letters that Sirius gave him, he learned a fact that shocked him greatly.

"Have you had nightmares recently, Harry?" Hermione asked softly. She looked at Ron, who shook his head, indicating that he knew nothing.

"No." Harry said expressionlessly, but Ron and Hermione looked more worried. Harry hesitated again and again, he took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Hermione.

Hermione immediately read:

"Dear Padfoot--" she stopped, "Who is this letter from?"

"My mother," Harry said, "keep reading."

"Oh, all right.

Dear Padfoot:

Thank you, thank you for Harry's birthday present! This is his favorite toy. He can already fly around on his toy broomstick at the age of one. He looks so happy. I've attached a photo for you to see.

I'm sorry you can't come...

James is a little depressed here. He tries not to show it, but I can see it - the Invisibility Cloak is still with Dumbledore, so he has no chance to go out. How happy he would be if you could come.

Bug came last weekend. I think he was in a low mood, but maybe it was because of the news about the McKinnons. I cried all night after hearing it.

Bathilda often comes here. She is an interesting old lady and tells a lot of stories about Dumbledore. It's really unimaginable. I don't know if he would be happy to hear it! To be honest, I don't know how much to believe. It's hard to believe that Dumbledore once knew Gellert Grindelwald, the dark wizard who ravaged Europe, and they became friends because of their similar ideas!

But Bathilda said that she was Grindelwald's great aunt. If If this thing is true, then it is difficult to fake other things. After all, she really has no need to lie. She also revealed a detail. The slogan that Grindelwald later used as an excuse for all his atrocities and made him famous - "For the greater good", is said to have first appeared in a letter written by Dumbledore to his close friend Grindelwald. It is incredible.

There are even more incredible things, I'm sorry I can't reveal them in the letter. Maybe we shouldn't blame a 17-year-old young man. Think about how stupid we acted at that time. James still thinks that the whole world should know Quidditch!

I'll just write this. I heard Harry crying. I hope it's not because James is too bored, otherwise I will hit him hard on the head...

Lily. "

Harry saw Ron and Hermione's faces full of shock, almost exactly the same as when he first saw the letter. The second before, he was still feeling the gentle eyes that had never appeared in his memory through his mother's handwriting, and the next second he was pulled back to reality by the cold facts. His heart seemed to be torn in two. One half was joyful and sad. He knew that they once had a cat. Sirius bought him his first flying broom. His mother was as gentle and kind as everyone told him. Maybe she was also a little sentimental...

But the other half, Harry didn't know how to describe his feelings. He came into contact with a more real Dumbledore. That was the 17-year-old Dumbledore, only two years younger than he is now. But at that time, Dumbledore had become a good friend with Gellert Grindelwald, the dark wizard who was destined to show his talent in the future. "Harmony of ideas"... How ironic it sounds!

And the invisibility cloak, Harry thought. Dumbledore took the invisibility cloak. Why? A great wizard like Dumbledore can be invisible without the invisibility cloak. He thought of an unreliable conjecture that he, Ron, and Hermione had proposed, the Deathly Hallows... the Invisibility Cloak in the hands of the third of the three brothers...

If Dumbledore had a good chat with a man who was determined to establish a new order dominated by wizards when he was young, then were they interested in the Deathly Hallows that were said to be the master of the god of death? Establish eternal rule together, just like Voldemort? Harry was ashamed of his thoughts. How could he put Dumbledore and Voldemort on the same level? But it was difficult for him to find an excuse, and it was difficult for him not to have an afterthought: If Dumbledore had not taken the Invisibility Cloak, would their family not have died?

Harry stubbornly ignored the fact that Dumbledore, Professor Hep, and Professor Moody had all seen through the Invisibility Cloak, and held on to the possibility that could never be verified, repeatedly switching between hope and jealousy. He buried all of this in his heart and locked it tightly with the brain block technique until he talked to Hermione, and he couldn't help but burst out suddenly.

He felt resentment flowing in his veins. He looked at Ron and Hermione eagerly. See, Headmaster Dumbledore is not as good as we imagined... He felt pleasure from the expressions of Ron and Hermione on the verge of collapse.

"Harry," Hermione hesitated, "I know this is really incredible, but understandable--"

"Understandable?" Harry shouted, "Understandable--you know he--"

"Yes, I know." Hermione stroked her hair distractedly and walked around the activity room, "I know... Talented people always have a lot of ideas, not to mention at the age when they are most creative. Some people are much more outrageous than this..."

"Who are you talking about?" Harry asked suddenly.

"What--"

"You said some people are much more outrageous than Dumbledore. I can't think of any--"

"That's not important!" Hermione said unhappily, "We all know that Headmaster Dumbledore is sitting in the Headmaster's office now. He did not participate in any of Grindelwald's speeches and atrocities. On the contrary, he stopped him."

"He took the Invisibility Cloak." Harry gritted his teeth and said stubbornly.

"Oh, I... I'm sorry. I know you feel bad, Harry, but we all know that the Invisibility Cloak can't stop Voldemort and Voldemort. Their fate has been doomed since the moment Wormtail betrayed--"

"I! Don't! Believe! Destiny!" Harry shouted loudly, his panting voice distorted by anger.

Hermione looked at him carefully and signaled Ron to help with her eyes. Ron seemed to have not recovered from the shock. He racked his brains and said, "Yes, Harry, I think what Hermione said makes sense..." "

Which sentence makes sense?" Harry said through his teeth.

"That's right, that's right... Geniuses always have different ideas. They are all quite precocious, such as Professor Happ, and of course you--" Ron said slowly.

"Me?" Harry looked at Ron in disbelief. His anger strangely subsided a little, not because Ron called him a genius, which was too ridiculous.

"Yes, it's you." Ron's tone was much smoother, but his speech speed was still very slow, and it sounded like he was making it up. "No child of your age has experienced more than you. To be frank, even Dumbledore..." He pursed his lips, but still didn't say anything impolite. "You set one of the most powerful wizards in the world as your goal to catch up, and repeatedly thwarted his plots. You also established the Auror Reserve -"

"My grades -" Harry opened his mouth.

"To be honest, it's quite outrageous. I collect Chocolate Frog cards. You know 'Andros the Invincible', right? He is famous for summoning giant-sized physical Patronuses, and you did it when you were fifteen -"

"I used the runes -"

"At least no one else has demonstrated it publicly except Professor Happ, right? And the actual combat ability, you have now surpassed the level of ordinary Aurors. You defeated Sirius in training, so he was embarrassed to call your name in class..."

"That was a sparring match." Harry's face turned a little red.

Ron patted his shoulder. "Harry, do you know what other graduates say about you? You are a well-deserved student leader. No one dares to admit it except you."

"I'm sorry," Hermione interrupted coldly, "I haven't heard of that."

"Because you are not a graduate." Ron said without hesitation, "Collins told me, and there are also videotapes of the last two games of the championship. You don't know how popular they are... Harry, you are not a small name, not just because of the scar on your forehead. Well, come to think of it, I am also quite famous. Some fans wrote to me..."

Harry and Hermione stared at him.

Ron said embarrassedly: "Of course I don't have as many fans as you, but what can I blame?"

Harry felt very strange in his heart. He didn't know how the topic turned to the question of whether he was a genius, but there was no doubt that his resentment towards Dumbledore was much less, and the haze that had been pressing on his heart for the past few days had dissipated a lot.

"Even if what you said makes sense, it at least shows that Headmaster Dumbledore can also make mistakes." He said stiffly.

"I have a good idea." Hermione said.

Harry looked at her and asked, "What is it?" But he didn't have much hope.

"Write a letter." Hermione's lips curled up slightly. She took out a blank piece of parchment and a quill from her schoolbag. With a flick of her wand, the quill automatically wrote on the parchment. It was a handwriting method that was completely different from Hermione 's.

Harry and Ron came up to her from the left and right. When they saw the first sentence was - 'Dear Felix', they opened their mouths in surprise.

"Dear Felix," Felix read the letter in front of him with a strange expression. He thought he would never receive news from 'Ms. Jane' in his life. He continued to read -

"Please forgive me for writing to you without permission. My attitude in my last letter was a bit pessimistic, but things are getting better.

Although the difficult situation is not over yet, I firmly believe that the future will be better. Recently, a lot of strange ideas have been popping up in my mind, and they are like a thousand Billywig worms arguing endlessly. Maybe it would be popular to adapt the stories in my mind into a book?

I don't think I will be a writer, but the characters in this story seem to have life, and the problems that happened to them also bother me, as if they really exist in reality. I urgently need your valuable advice, if you are willing...

The story takes place in a remote and closed town. The mayor is a virtuous man. The old mayor is a respected elder. He participated in the war and captured the dreaded bandits with his own hands. Later, he returned to the town and became the protector of the civilians in the town. The townspeople respected him very much.

But there were also a few guys who were once very powerful and thought that the old mayor had touched their interests. They gathered around a cruel and evil leader and wanted to overthrow the old mayor and regain their previous noble status. There

lived a boy in the town's herbal medicine store. Among his neighbors was a warm and cheerful girl who was the same age and later became good friends.

After going to school, although the boy and the girl were not assigned to the same class, their friendship was always in order. During this time, two things happened to the boy . A big thing happened. He joined a school group that liked the ideas of the evil gang that was wreaking havoc around the town. The girl kept urging the boy to leave, but the boy wanted to gain fame and never agreed. Another thing was that he and the girl broke up two years before graduation.

After graduation, the boy secretly joined a criminal gang, and the girl became a police officer and married the pursuer. The girl and the pursuer thwarted the evil gang's conspiracy several times, which angered the gang leader, and he killed them personally, leaving only a baby.

After that day, the evil leader also disappeared, and the residents of the town cheered. During the trial, the mayor stepped forward to protect the man. The boy said that he was indeed a member of the gang, but at some point he realized his mistake and went undercover.

The boy became a teacher at the only school in the town. More than a decade later, the girl's orphan was old enough to go to school. Because both his parents had died, the child was secretly fostered by the mayor in the home of the girl's relatives. He had a miserable childhood. He always thought that he would shovel cow dung for the rest of his life, but he unexpectedly received a notice from the school.

The child walked into the school with great joy, but he was met with hostility from the boy who had the same unfortunate childhood as him - now a teacher. I don't know why, maybe this child always reminds the boy of his father?

This child showed a strong athletic talent and might become an excellent sheriff in the future. At this time, the criminal gang that had disappeared for more than ten years made a comeback. The girl's orphan wanted to avenge her parents, so she tried every means to collect information about the leader. He knew that the leader who had made a comeback had found a new weapon, and he also learned that the reason why the leader did not die last time was because he used precious materials to build a solid armor, and there were six such armors in total...

Recently, the child found that the teacher who had been targeting him was acting mysteriously and might also be investigating the secrets of the armor. This is very abnormal-because the mayor not only knew the reason why the leader was not dead, but also destroyed several armors with his own hands-so this teacher must have investigated privately behind the mayor's back.

The child had too many doubts in his heart. He didn't know whether the teacher who treated him badly was good or bad. If he was a good person, why did he disobey the mayor's order? Especially recently, the child discovered that the mayor had made mistakes when he was young, and the image of wisdom and virtue in his mind is crumbling..."

Felix put down the letter and laughed happily. Valen looked at him strangely.

"Oh, someone's secret can't be hidden anymore." He looked at the Snowy Owl who was waiting for a reply, and asked, "Your name is Zhu Weijun?"

Hedwig responded reluctantly in a low voice and buried her head in her wings.