Dumbledore's expression broke Harry's heart.

But just when he felt that he was about to accept the fact that Sirius and the others were dead, Dumbledore said in a hoarse voice:

"Someone is indeed dead, but Sirius and Remus, they were just injured."

"Then, who is that dead?"

Ron stepped forward and asked.

His voice sounded a little trembling.

Harry's heart that had already fallen behind was also raised again.

Ron's parents were also part of the Order of the Phoenix.

If that cute and kind couple dies...

"It's Fletch," Dumbledore said with a little redness and sadness, "a warrior who was a little ill but equally great. He was very unfortunately in front of Tonks."

Ron looked at Harry and Hermione with a confused look on his face, as if asking who the guy named Flech was.

"Montongus Flech! You should have met!"

Dumbledore reminded.

However, judging from his expression and tone, he seemed to be angry at the fact that Ron and Harry forgot Flech.

Harry also remembered by his reminder.

Montongus Flech.

This is a sturdy, short and fat man with two short slings.

Harry doesn't like this person by heart.

He is too merciless.

He always drooled at the antiques of the Black family in Sirius's house, and tried to encourage Sirius to sell them to him, claiming that he would give the best price.

If the person who died was him and not someone else.

Harry would be really happy.

But he couldn't do that.

Because no matter what Flech was in his lifetime, he is now a hero who died in battle!

These two emotions blended so that his expression became extremely strange now.

Ron, who was beside him, also had a lot of pains to hold back his laughter.

Looking at Dumbledore's increasingly unkind eyes, Harry coughed twice, changing the topic:

"Professor Dumbledore, why do they go to such a dangerous place? And my dream of foresight. What's going on?"

Dumbledore's attention was indeed attracted.

The expression on his face stagnated, and a strange light flashed in his eyes. He shook his head at Harry and said:

"These things are confidential, I can't tell you."

Harry immediately wanted to continue asking questions when he heard this, but Dumbledore said again:

"But you might be able to check out Hagrid's cabin."

"Why..."

Harry asked instinctively, but before he finished speaking, Hermione was screaming:

"You mean Hagrid is back?"

Dumbledore smiled and nodded.

Harry and others who got the affirmative answer were simply crazy about their joy.

They have been in half a year and have not seen this good friend.

For a moment, Harry and others were eager to return home, and said goodbye politely and quickly left the office.

Harry didn't even ask Dumbledore about the subsequent matters.

Because he knew that Hagrid would tell him everything.

Hagrid is such a person who cannot hide secrets.

Especially for them.

After the trio disappeared, Professor McGonagall, who had been silent, walked closer and said:

“Is the situation difficult?”

"It cannot be said to be easy," Dumbledore said with a smile, "but it cannot be called difficult for the time being."

"So," said Professor McGonagall, "do you need my help?"

"Of course, Minerva, you have always been my best helper, and I can't live without you."

After hearing Dumbledore say this, a faint smile began to ripple on Professor McGonagall's face.

But before waiting for a long time, Dumbledore said:

"When I leave you, I don't know what the naughty students will make a fuss. So, promise me to help me take care of those students and this school, okay?"

The smile on Professor McGonagall's face disappeared.

She stared at Dumbledore seriously, her lips pursed tightly.

After a moment, Professor McGonagall tidied up his clothes without saying a word and left the office without looking back.

Bang—

The office door was closed heavily.

The force was so strong that it almost shocked the Phoenix Fox on the shelf.

As she left, Dumbledore's expression also became cold.

He came to the shelf and stroked and sootheed Phoenix Fox.

But his eyes were always on the castle grass outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

There, the excited Harry trio was running towards the Hagrid Lodge.

"Things are getting worse, aren't it? Dumbledore."

On the wall behind Dumbledore, an old man with a goatee with a face similar to Sirius was staying in the picture frame and said.

Dumbledore didn't speak.

He didn't even look back, as if he didn't hear it at all.

"You just asked him to find that idiot Hagrid?" said the old white-bearded man again, "You should know that his brain is now connected to Voldemort. Just as he could sense the situation on Voldemort through his dreams, Voldemort could also learn about your information through him.

Aren't you afraid that he will leak the information to Voldemort?"

Dumbledore finally turned his head and looked at the old man quietly and said:

"What Hager knows and leaks out is not real intelligence."

"Ahhh! It's starting again. Dumbledore, you always like to use all the people you can use to achieve your goals, no matter how close that person is to you, you can do anything! Damn the damn sect hat is really a dereliction of duty. You should have been assigned to Slytherin when you were in school!"

The old man mumbled and complained, but soon he seemed to remember something and smiled, "But, if those people knew that they were being used by you, for example, Harry Potter. If he knew that your care for him was just an early investment and some compensation, you were always ready to destroy the Horcrux born by this coincidence, just like killing a pig, how do you think he would feel?

To be honest, I always feel that you are even more Slytherin than our Slytherin!

To be honest, are your Dumbledores really not descendants of His Excellency Slytherin?"

Dumbledore didn't say anything, but just looked at the old man in the portrait coldly.

As the conversation between the two of them was also filled with other portraits on the wall.

The old man seemed to enjoy this feeling of "high attention" and continued:

"Maybe in your opinion you are the one who is just, but in fact we really don't care about the final outcome of you and Voldemort.

Because no matter who you wins.

None of them will close or hurt Hogwarts.

You all have deep feelings for this school. This school also plays a crucial role in realizing your ideals.

Even if Voldemort wins in the end, Hogwarts will just change the teaching method.

What a big deal?

There have been so many principals in Hogwarts' history, and each of them has different teaching concepts!

It’s not that even more extreme than Voldemort.

Oh! By the way! And that Link Fly, your little ally.

He shouldn't be honest lately, right?

I set up a factory and then set up a D.A. Army.
To be continued...