The Marauders' Style

Sirius Black said nothing. He had been glaring at Hermione the whole time.

Sirius Black was somewhat unhappy that Hermione had just blurted out what his godson Harry had told her, but given the situation, he could not openly accuse her—until Hermione noticed his stare.

Hermione sighed in some irritation and began to explain, "Don't worry, Sirius Black. I don't think Headmaster Dumbledore asked Harry to keep this from me or told him not to say anything. He wanted to use this method to tell Allen through me that although he and Allen have conflicts over many things, making it difficult for him to share this information personally, at least when it comes to dealing with You-Know-Who, their goal is the same. In fact, I think that compared with not wanting Allen to know these things, Dumbledore may... may have been even more unwilling to let you know. He never told you, did he? Maybe he was worried you'd let something slip and put You-Know-Who on guard... just like why Allen made you swear a contract before bringing you here... They're all worried about this problem of yours."

Once again, Hermione did what she was good at and left her opponent unable to speak for a long while. Sirius Black, struck where it hurt, muttered in a tone that made him sound a little like Ron, "I... I just thought you knew too much about Horcruxes, that's all. This isn't something people your age ought to know."

"No, I don't think that's how it should be." Hermione shook her head in disagreement. "You-Know-Who created hidden dangers for himself and drove himself mad precisely because he only half-understood this knowledge. I'm Muggle-born myself. I still remember how much I longed for and knew nothing about the Magical World after I received