What Really Happened Back Then?

Harry was not as fond of showing off as Ron, but in front of his friends, he would still boast about some unusual experiences.

Liking to show off and express oneself was a Western trait, and Harry was no exception.

But when it came to the Dementor sucking away Voldemort's remnant soul, Harry had only brushed over it vaguely. From beginning to end, he had never boasted about it.

That simply did not fit his character!

Then there was only one explanation: someone had tampered with things.

Dumbledore!

He wanted to conceal something.

Andy's reasoning was clear. The very fact that Dumbledore wanted to conceal something meant that he knew about it.

If he had not known, he would not have thought of hiding it.

Dementors were connected to the Death Dimension.

After Andy obtained that mirror linked to the Death Dimension, this had already been confirmed.

Combined with the Dementors' abilities...

They absorbed happiness! They absorbed souls! Wherever Dementors appeared, they would absorb the light and warmth as well. The surroundings would gradually sink into darkness and cold, all courage and hope would fade, and fear and emptiness would slowly take hold of one's heart.

From a certain perspective, this was an ability degraded from that of the Grim Reaper.

"What does Dumbledore want to hide?" Snape frowned deeply.

"What he wants to hide isn't important."

Andy smiled. "What matters is that he hid it!"

"That proves... he knows something, but he doesn't want us to know."

After a pause, Andy continued, "When I get back, I'll confirm this with Harry."

"What do you plan to do?" Snape suddenly asked.

Andy raised an eyebrow. "Of course, investigate the secret of the Dementor's Kiss!"

You don't actually think I want to go against Dumbledore, do you?

"Professor, I must reiterate