Dumbledore Loses His Composure

Harry couldn't help but think that Aunt Petunia probably never imagined that her favorite living room would now be filled with wizards, without a single Muggle.

To be honest, he should have been surprised and even ashamed of the attack on the Dursley.

But thoughts aren't something you can just do however you want. Like when he was a kid in Muggle school, he knew he had to listen attentively, but he couldn't help but think about shoving Dudley's fat head into the toilet.

"Dumbledore, how about we talk while we eat?" Sirius gave a shy smile.

"Oh, I thought you didn't welcome me and just wanted me to stay in the living room." Dumbledore surprisingly agile for a man over a hundred years old. He suddenly drew his wand so quickly that none of the wizards present could see it.

With a gentle wave of the wand, the dining table sped over, while the surrounding sofas quickly retreated to make way for it. In the blink of an eye, when everyone came to their senses, the table was in the center of the living room, the food on it perfectly intact.

With another gentle wave of the wand, chairs slammed into everyone from behind, and everyone sat down, then moved to the dining table.

"We can be more comfortable now," Dumbledore said cheerfully, putting his wand back in his pocket.

At this moment, Sirius, Mr. Weasley, and Mr. Malfoy all looked like students who had made a mistake, their heads hanging low, staring intently at Aunt Petunia's favorite printed wool rug.

"Can we eat now?" While everyone else was feeling uneasy, Ron had already picked up his spoon and asked, puzzled.

"Ron— " Harry whispered a reminder.

"You idiot!" Draco rubbed his forehead.

"It's time for the children to eat," Mr. Weasley nodded to the three little ones.

"How about I make this brief?" Sirius took a deep breath and raised his head.

"Black Family, you should have said that sooner," Mr. Malfoy said sarcastically.

"So, may I assume you have something very private that you need to resolve privately? If so, you can go to another room, and I'll keep an eye on things here—you know, there was a wizard attack here recently."

"Ron, you can eat first. Harry, Draco, you two too," Dumbledore said amiably. Ron immediately grabbed a pie and began to devour it.

"No need, Dumbledore, I think this matter is probably related to you," Mr. Malfoy said, mustering his courage.

Before he approached Dumbledore, based on his understanding of the greatest white wizard, he never showed weakness in front of Dumbledore or was overly careful with his words.

But ever since he handed over his diary, he has gradually become much weaker in front of Dumbledore, for the sake of his own life and property.

He hasn't spoken in that tone for a long time.

Dumbledore was well aware of this, so he frowned. "Is it related to Draco?"

"I think so, but it also involves Ron and Draco."

"Let's finish quickly, okay? I support Ron's niche gender preferences. After we're done, I want to examine the TV plug!" Mr. Weasley said excitedly.

"What? I just heard my name mentioned?" Ron mumbled, his mouth stuffed full.

"Eat your food." This was Draco, as he wanted to continue listening to the adults' explanations.

Meanwhile, Mr. Malfoy was clearly angry. "We're not like your Weasley family, with so many children you can't afford to raise them all! I only have one child!"

"Hey, Harry is James's only son too!" Sirius said.

He wasn't particularly concerned about Harry's sexual orientation. As James's best friend, he believed that if James were alive, he would only care more about the child's happiness.

He didn't care whether Lily would end up like James.

"You've always been a freak! Narcissa has been heartbroken countless times because of your rebelliousness. You know Regulus is completely incapable of carrying the Black House! You only care about yourself and never take responsibility!"

"If Draco doesn't change his quirks, then we Malfoy will probably end up like Dumbledore, without an heir!" Mr. Malfoy was clearly so angry that he lost his temper. Harry had clearly noticed that he was afraid of Dumbledore, but now he dared to speak like this.

So, what exactly is that secret?

As for Dumbledore, the extinction of his lineage? And the use of Dumbledore to represent his family rather than himself, all of that happened a century ago.

The continuation of the family line was never a consideration for Albus Dumbledore.

But what do these things have to do with him?

"Lucius, can I understand? What you're saying has something to do with me too," Dumbledore asked, puzzled.

"I think they've all been corrupted by you," Mr. Malfoy muttered, still unwilling to accept it.

"That's all, just take a look." Sirius threw a stack of photos in front of Dumbledore, clearly getting impatient with being the riddle-maker.

Dumbledore simply clasped his hands together, making no other move. The photographs stopped abruptly just before touching his plate, then lined up on their own and floated before his eyes.

Dumbledore's pale blue eyes widened suddenly, but then returned to calm. "Why don't you ask Harry and the others first? The most common mistake adults make is judging children's minds based on their own experience. But you must understand that teenagers may not be as complicated as you think."

"James liked Lily since first grade!" Sirius questioned.

"I fell in love with Narcissa even before I started attending Hogwarts," Mr. Malfoy confessed directly.

"Molly Weasley and I are in Third Year," Mr. Weasley said, puzzled, beginning to wonder if something was wrong with him.

"I understand," Harry said painfully.

"You don't actually believe Rita Skeeter's report, do you?! It's been so long!" This was Draco. His pale cheeks were now as red as peaches.

"I want water—" followed by the sound of gulping water. Ron looked at the adults with disappointment. "You actually believe what Rita Skeeter said?"

"Draco, I can't help but applaud you. You've finally become a proper Slytherin."

"But I'm not telling you to use it on this. Look, what is this!" Mr. Malfoy nodded, half sadly and half happily. He couldn't believe that his son, a qualified Slytherin, would use his lying skills in this area, and so well at it.

Then they took out a stack of photos and arranged them at an angle that Harry and the others could see.

"How did Rita Skeeter— "

How were we discovered?

"They just care about me!" Draco, Ron, and Harry couldn't help but say after seeing the photo.

"It seems they really do care about you, Harry," Dumbledore said after a moment of distraction.