But he had been locked up in Azkaban for thirteen years. Perhaps his temperament had changed. Keep an eye out, and don't run around recklessly. Be careful he doesn't kill you."
Dad gave a hurried explanation, then quickly left.
My face was full of gratitude.
But inwardly, I wondered whether Dumbledore knew about this.
Even ordinary nobles knew Sirius was innocent. Did Dumbledore really not know?
Did he know but refuse to intervene, or did he not know and wasn't entirely sure himself? I had no way of knowing. I could only stare at Sirius's ferocious face in the newspaper.
I placed my hand over his face.
I really wanted to ask, was it worth it?
But I also understood that, for people like them, whether it was worth it had long ceased to be something worth discussing.
Rather than spend my time on that, I should think carefully about what arrangements Darren would make for Harry's godfather.
Come to think of it, Harry had a godfather. I wondered whether Darren had one. In the blink of an eye, summer vacation was almost over.
This had been the happiest summer vacation I had ever had.
There were no pranks from Conte, and no one making snide remarks around me. I felt like I had nearly gained a whole circle of weight.
The day before school started, I looked at myself in the mirror. The soft, adorable little girl was beginning to show hints of becoming a beauty.
Before, I had needed glasses to make people think I was cute.
But now, I needed to wear glasses to conceal that underlying beauty.
I smiled.
I put my glasses on properly, not letting myself look pretty just yet.
There was no need for me to make myself look too beautiful now.
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