The Bloodline of My Great Enemy!!

"The basement. This isn't a place to talk!"

The owner of the Hog's Head Inn said.

Once they reached the basement, Harry hesitantly asked, "Last time, in the mirror, was that your eye I saw?"

"Yes."

The owner of the Hog's Head Inn muttered.

Then he brought them several cups.

Darren's cup was filled with lemon juice.

It was very clean.

Harry and the others' cups were filled with Butterbeer.

But they looked grimy.

Harry remembered when they had come here in their fifth year. The owner of the Hog's Head Inn had also given Darren a cup of lemon juice.

And one particularly clean cup.

Details he had thought he had long forgotten all came back to him.

"Why do you treat Darren differently?"

Harry suddenly asked.

The owner fell silent.

Then he muttered a curse, "Because I damn well feel like it!"

Voldemort's Bloodline!!

Harry leaned closer to examine the Hog's Head Inn owner's face.

He tried to see what he really looked like through his wiry hair and beard.

But in the end, all he could make out were the blue eyes beneath his glasses.

"He's Aberforth!"

After taking a sip of lemon juice, Darren said calmly.

"He was the one who notified Dobby. Dobby found me, and that was how I was able to get Peeves to save you."

Aberforth neither confirmed nor denied it.

"I like that elf very much."

Harry looked at him curiously.

"How did you get that piece of mirror?"

"Of course your brother gave it to me. He seemed to think you would run into trouble sooner or later, so he gave me the other half of the Two-way Mirror. You should ask him about the details yourself."

Harry froze.

He did not dare look into Darren's eyes.

Once again, he