[HP] Read "No Peace"

【He put the letter back into the envelope, and threw it on the dining table, stacking it with the Daily Prophet.

Then he picked up the next letter, this one from Harry, and Dumbledore marveled at the delicacy and ornateness of the envelope.

"Really rich," he remarked finally. 】

Harry was about to say something, but before he opened his mouth, he heard Dumbledore's comforting voice, "Of course, Harry, we know he's not you."

"Absolutely," Sirius said firmly.

"No doubt," Hermione nodded.

Harry felt a little more at ease, and felt that no matter how weird that Harry was, he could accept it.He automatically ignored some malicious eyes.

Only Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore lifelessly.

Harry thought he might be devastated: because Dumbledore hadn't comforted him at all.Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel happy.

[Then he read the letter—distilled the main ideas from the two-foot-long letter, full of incomprehensible politeness and noble and cold words: one, pay back the money; two, explain James and Lily's cause of death. 】

Snape hummed inexplicably.

[Albus rubbed his eyebrows.He felt something that had been avoiding him, something that had puzzled him ever since he came into this world - it was clearly not going to be covered up by Albus' silence.

Albus wasn't sure that Harry and Snape were in love at this point (the story about the Savior and his mate was mentioned in the Daily Prophet article),] Bellatrix's dry voice snapped He stopped, stared at the words behind him and couldn't read any more.

On the other side, the faces of Snape and Sirius turned extremely dark again.

Hermione showed a mixed expression of confusion and worry, and Harry felt like throwing up just thinking about it--if Dumbledore hadn't been watching him gently.

Sirius was having a fierce eye contact with Snape when Bellatrix threw the book to him with a look of disgust and had to stop to catch it.

He opened it, glanced at it casually, and snorted coldly.

"Looks like I'll have to read it," he said, getting a sneer from Snape.

Sirius ignored the other party, cleared his throat, and read the first half of Bellatrix's sentence.

[In the world where Voldemort and Grindelwald married in public (the expressions of all three were distorted), does that prophecy still appear as expected?

If—Albus Dumbledore, the self of this world, [really] killed James and Lily before he came...]

He stopped and said firmly, "No way."

Both Harry and Hermione nodded solemnly.

"Thank you for your trust," Dumbledore said as casually as possible, "but no one knows what I am like in that world."

Snape gave a disapproving look.

【In this mood, he picked up the third letter.

Albus spent the morning reading all the letters before he sorted them out and folded them on his lap.He leisurely made a cup of black tea—although it was far from afternoon tea time, but if a cup of black tea could calm his turbulent mood, then why not?

His hand, which was not holding the teacup, rested lightly on the letter, and the delicate touch of the envelope made his thinking smoother - without thinking about the content of the letter.

Got nothing.

Albus said to himself silently.

Of course, the others—the name-calling and cursing, heartbreak and bitterness, he saw a lot, but what he wanted to know: the death of James and Lily, embezzlement of property, stirring up school disputes did not do it himself), all the accusations and accusations, exactly, the evidence that can convince Albus himself.

No. 】

"Sure enough," Hermione smiled knowingly.

Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully.

[The letters - about five inches thick - contained more hollow scoldings at Albus, so that Albus had to suspect that they were kept by the original Dumbledore for his own amusement Children, and the letters or documents that really contained important information were placed in other, more hidden places. 】

"It's possible."

【So Albus took out all the letters that he packed up in the principal's office, and in front of him, the large square dining table that could seat seven or eight people was immediately filled with letters.Albus began to search among the letters, but part of him seemed to be smiling and shaking his head, knowing that what he wanted would not be found here.

So after four hours (Albus noticed that he missed lunch), Albus cleared out the letters - including the meaningless stack that had been well kept, he was sure he didn't need them According to space, whether physical or psychological.

The current focus is on making dinner.Albus's domestic magic is not particularly good, he prefers to wave his wand, use the simplest incantations and gestures to achieve the most complex purposes-or use complicated processes (of course, more sophisticated) to release the most powerful forces- —and housekeeping magic is just enough to make a dinner that keeps an old man from starving to death.

Of course, the beef brisket stewed with pumpkin and tomato tastes very good. When the thick reddish-brown soup is spread on the bread and releases heat and aroma, it is enough to make Albus forget the troubles of the day. 】

Sirius sped up his speech and read to the end of Chapter 2 in one breath before stopping.He believes that there is nothing to be concerned about in these contents-although he also pays special attention to whether there are important details.

"I don't know how many chapters there are," Hermione murmured.

"It shouldn't be too much," Harry said, looking at the thickness of the book again.

"I'll continue," Sirius looked around briefly, then lowered his head again.

Of course no one objected.