We Found Him!!

At Dumbledore's sister's funeral, Dumbledore's brother broke his nose.

Or perhaps Dumbledore bore the mark of the first Dark Lord.

All of it tormented him.

He was even beginning to wonder whether Dumbledore was truly helping him. What exactly did Dumbledore want?

Dumbledore clearly knew that even if Darren had been poisoned, he could still have held off those Death Eaters. Yet Dumbledore had pinned Darren in a corner and refused to let him take part.

The more he thought about it, the more chilled he felt.

What irritated him most was that Darren did not take any of it to heart.

He had told Darren about these things, but Darren said that in his second year, he had also taken in members of the Wizard Purist Party and had even given them some of his potions.

Rookwood and the others were still honestly running their shop!

As for Dumbledore not allowing his sister to attend school, Darren said that was Dumbledore's family business. Why would anyone believe what others said?

Just as Voldemort had said, greatness bred jealousy, jealousy bred resentment, and resentment was the source of all rumors.

Darren did not believe Dumbledore could have done such things.

No matter how angry Harry was, it was useless.

The room was quiet.

Darren was still asleep.

There were faint shadows beneath his eyes. Harry knew that Darren must have exhausted himself lately.

Everything rested on his shoulders, and he did not even have time to get a proper night's sleep.

So as not to disturb Darren.

Harry quietly slipped out of the room. The sky had not fully brightened yet, and Harry did not want to go downstairs to keep the Weasley family company.

So he continued climbing up the stairs.

As he passed a room, Sirius came out