The Truth Dumbledore Concealed

Hogwarts.

After returning to school, Andy could not help but feel a little emotional.

It was hard being a good person! A bad person only needed to do one good deed to earn a great deal of sympathy and goodwill. But if a good person did one bad thing, people would never let it go.

Had Dumbledore done anything wrong?

Judging by his actions, not at all!

Yet the Wizarding World was still filled with rumors unfavorable to Dumbledore.

Many people were questioning Dumbledore.

Scrimgeour and Snape were merely two of them.

It was too hard! Dumbledore had it too hard! Even Andy felt a little sorry for him.

At his age, he still had to run himself ragged for peace in the Wizarding World.

Yet after working so hard for half his life, all he received was misunderstanding and suspicion from everyone.

Too miserable! Truly too miserable! Of course, Andy had played a part in that as well.

But Andy's mind was clear.

The Dumbledore defined by his actions and the Dumbledore Andy maliciously speculated about were, in truth, two completely different people.

Andy had maliciously speculated about Dumbledore only to prove the logical connection between Love and Death—if Dumbledore died for love, perhaps he could see through some of the truths of the Death Dimension.

"Ah!"

Andy shook his head.

That was why the Wizarding World was utterly hopeless.

Let it fend for itself! Why was Grindelwald working so hard? After thinking it over, Andy still felt that self-transcendence was best.

If he ignored worldly affairs, he would naturally have no troubles.

After dinner, Andy found Harry.

"Harry, let me ask you something."

Outside the castle, Andy got straight to the point. "Do you remember what it felt like when the Dementor sucked Voldemort's remnant soul out