Consider the Feelings of the Youth

"I like taking the Underground. It keeps me from brooding... Ouch." Dumbledore suddenly cried out in pain, and Harry quickly lowered his head, noticing that Dumbledore's right hand, resting on his arm, was injured.

"Not very pretty to look at, is it?" Dumbledore moved the tips of the four fingers other than his thumb, which looked as if they had been burned or corroded by darkness, and murmured, "To be honest, it is quite a thrilling story. I had thought Tom, at that age, might be even more capable than I imagined."

"Voldemort?" Harry studied Dumbledore's expression, but the other man clearly had no intention of explaining. To avoid the awkwardness, Harry continued, "Oh, Dumbledore, Mr. Arthur Weasley invited Allen to The Burrow this year too, and Allen agreed. It's really rare. He hasn't spent a summer there for years, you know."

Dumbledore turned his head to look at Harry and smiled. "Arthur didn't tell me about that. Why did he invite Professor Harris over?"

"Because back when Mr. Arthur Weasley was attacked while guarding the Prophecy Orb and ended up in hospital, it was Allen who took Ron, George, Fred, Ginny, and the others to see him. And the joke shop the twins opened in Diagon Alley was also funded by Allen, so after Mr. Weasley recovered, he wanted to invite Allen to his home." Harry pondered for a moment. He was a little hesitant about whether to voice the doubts in his heart, but in the end he asked bravely, "Dumbledore, why didn't you let Fawkes take us there by Apparition back then? If we had done that, wouldn't Mrs. Weasley's letter have counted as notifying us? Then it wouldn't have counted as us knowing only a few seconds after Mr. Weasley was attacked. And in the headmaster's