[HP] Read "No Peace"

[And he obviously has no interest in responding to these people's accusations—still empty, rhetorical language.

Albus is now sitting in a small hotel on the outskirts of London, wearing a Muggle old man's floral shirt (of course he rarely wears this way) and baggy jeans, with a bushy beard and long hair carefully combed , tied with beautiful ribbons - Albus had to admit with regret that Muggles were probably less accepting of beard bows than wizards. 】

Many people clicked their tongues, and seemed unable to appreciate Dumbledore's preference.

But he himself didn't seem to feel anything, and nodded seriously, "That's really a pity."

Sorry... your sister! →Impressions from many people at the scene

For this reason, Sirius paused for a long time before continuing to read.

[Now he has put a silencing spell on the hotel room, which means that no matter who's shouting letter, even if it is Aberforth with a loud voice, it will not make other people in the hotel (all Muggles) feel Confused - they might not expect the letter to be swearing, but they might think Albus is a psychopath who likes to talk to himself.

Albus came to London, of course, not for vacation or travel - he prefers the warm sunshine and beaches of Hawaii, he is curious about the cause of James and Lily's death, and wants to know whether it is his own arrogance, or worse, It was his own ambition and greed that killed two of his best students.

And the savior of the wizarding world and his potions professor, the current headmaster of Hogwarts, Severus Snape, are living together in a villa in London—] Sirius shuddered, [Albus thought he It shouldn't have dropped the glasses in surprise, given that the first Dark Lord and the second Dark Lord were in love with each other. 】

From some corners came the constant grinding of teeth.

【Albus thinks he should talk to Harry. ] Sirius nodded, "That's right."

[Of course, he will not rashly send Harry a letter or something like that, which is useless except for the savior to throw it in the trash can, and the same, from Severus It will be more clueless and less thoughtful if you start from the side.Dumbledore decided to come to the neighborhood first: observe the villa where Harry and Severus lived together. 】

Harry tried his best to suppress the goosebumps all over his body, "I hate being called the savior."

His former potions master was trying to remove the armrest of the chair with his bare hands.

[In fact, apart from hoping to meet Harry and get a conversation, Albus was full of doubts.

Before Albus left for London, he first visited Potter's house.

Old and untidy rubble was strewn across the foundations, overgrown with moss and weeds, as Albus pushed aside the two octopuses that blocked the path (they would catch any intruder and throw them out, but a simple spell would subdue them) , When I walked into Potter's old house, my heart was full of surprise and disbelief.

He was amazed that the ruins—despite the ruins, were still the home of James and Lily (and once Harry)—hadn't been tidied up and cleaned up in any way based on reconstruction. 】

"It's not scientific," said Hermione, "oh, sorry, it should be said - it's not magic."

[Albus came here to search for clues, so he simply sorted the bricks and dust until he could see the interior of the room: the messy hall, which was once sorted out to find James' body, but after 16 years of abandonment Still dilapidated.Albus stepped inward, his heart was slightly heavy, he saw the baby carriage on the second floor, once, 16 years ago, there was a mother who was very brave and used her chest to block the death curse that was shot at her son . 】

Harry lowered his head to hide the moisture in his eyes.On the opposite side, Sirius put down his book and looked at him with concern.

【Albus' eyes were slightly moist, while thinking about Lily, he admitted that he briefly recalled Kendela's voice and smile.

After thoroughly searching Potter's old house and not finding any clues (it is the same as Albus's world, dilapidated and desolate), Albus decided to go to London.

Before leaving Godric's Hollow, Albus came to the statue in the small square: it was the statue of James, Lily and Harry, and many messages were written on it, and Albus saw a lot of familiar handwriting in it (as I often saw it when I was a professor), he stopped by the statue for a long time, and read the messages one by one.

"I'm sorry for that," he whispered to the statue, "if I've caused this—but I don't think I should be afraid of the future, and I'm willing to pay for it."

Albus stood beside the statue for a long time, as if he had turned himself into another statue, his heart was doubtful but not confused, heavy but not sad.

"I'll figure it out," said Dumbledore at last to himself, drawing his oaken wand, wiping it for travel (rather than simply using it), and then feeling that he was still so handy and fit. .And the feeling of holding it in his hand made him seem to return to his young years - not just that summer, but a long time ago, when he first met him when he was 11 years old, and then spent seven years learning to get along with him —through those two months (a day that Albus deeply regretted), and the decades that followed.

He was gratified and saddened to find that even though time had made the handle of the oak wand smooth and bright, the fate of him and this wand was not lost, and the feeling of sympathy and sympathy for each other did not disappear.

"Old friend, then, shall we begin our journey?"

Dumbledore smiled and waved his wand, then he turned and Disapparated. 】