Chapter 226 The Secret Harry Wants to Hide

It takes only one mouth to spread rumors, but it takes a lot of effort to refute them.

Harry and the other two feel this way now, especially with the existence of the photos.

Harry wanted to explain why the two of them were so concerned about his body, but he didn't want others to know about the power that turned into a phoenix and settled in his heart.

Maybe Dumbledore knew that he could summon a phoenix, but he didn't know that the summoned phoenix did not disappear and settled in Harry's body.

To be honest, the phoenix gave Harry a feeling of a mother.

Harry couldn't accept the result of that feeling disappearing.

"We are just friends!" After an unknown amount of questioning, the three kept replying like this.

No, it's not quite accurate to say three people. Except for Draco, Ron and Harry's parents didn't really care about their sexual orientation.

The reason why Ron was also questioned was only because Ron's mother was very concerned about it, and Mr. Weasley was a husband who respected his wife.

As for the last Harry, he was actually taken along. In Lucius Malfoy's eyes, he was a goblin who turned his son gay.

Mr. Weasley actually welcomed Harry to be a part of their family, but due to his wife's emphasis, he had to do some face-saving work.

"Well, I actually like Pansy very much." Draco finally couldn't bear the pressure. As the one who was targeted the most, he had to reveal his inner thoughts.

He could actually reveal the origin of the photo, but this was Harry's secret. Since Harry didn't say it, Draco had to keep it secret as a friend.

"Parkinson's? We'll get engaged when we get back! I'll let Narcissa contact them!" Mr. Malfoy finally heard the answer he wanted.

He loved his son very much, just like Arthur Weasley loved his son, he actually cared about his son's happiness.

But if his son got engaged early and had offspring later, even if he and Harry Potter were tangled up, what would it matter?

"This-isn't this too hasty? I'm still a child!" Draco wanted to drink something to calm down.

"If you don't agree, I have reason to suspect that you are lying. Look at our greatest white wizard, he died alone because he was not engaged." Mr. Malfoy said maliciously, and Dumbledore, who was suddenly cueed, was confused.

Dumbledore was very unfamiliar with this feeling, but with his rich experience, he soon understood what it felt like - the feeling of being urged to get married by his parents.

This was very strange for Dumbledore, after all, his father was imprisoned early, and his mother only cared about her half-crazy little daughter.

Dumbledore is not so much the eldest son in the family as he has always played the role of a father.

"Well, you came here just for this - and drove away Petunia and Dudley for this?" Dumbledore, who came to his senses, said in a brisk tone.

"Come on, you are empathizing, Dumbledore, so you don't think Harry and the others' affairs are a big deal." Sirius, who always felt like an outsider, complained.

"Where did you get this photo?"

"I was experimenting with my spell and attracted Fawkes and other students. So we kept running and running, and I was exhausted and sweating all over."

"I'm not as strong as Ron and Draco, and running for so long in one breath made me feel uncomfortable. Ron and the others used the Muggle stethoscope trick they learned from George and Fred to see if I needed to go to the school infirmary." Harry finally thought of a fairly logical explanation.

And he also raised a question at the beginning, and they should recall the answer to that question first, and ignore the imperfections of his subsequent explanation.

This seems to be called psychology. Harry once secretly turned on the TV and saw it on a program when his uncle Dursley and his family went out and Mrs. Figg was not at home, causing him to be left at home.

Harry had used it many times on Dudley, and it was very useful. Now Harry just hoped that things would really develop as he expected.

But this reminded Harry of how he was so absorbed in watching TV that he forgot to turn off the TV in advance. In the end, Aunt Petunia discovered Harry secretly watching TV from the top of the still warm TV.

Since then, they would ask Mrs. Figg to look after him before going out unless necessary, and Harry lost the opportunity to be alone at home.

"Sirius gave it to me."

"Black gave it to me." Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Weasley looked at Sirius in unison.

"It's not a secret, you just didn't ask me."

"Okay, I'll tell you. The Daily Prophet is already my property. The photo was taken by Rita Skeeter. She didn't reveal how she took it. She said that was her special skill to get a lot of private information." Sirius shrugged.

"Dumbledore, do you know what's going on?" Harry immediately thought of the person who was most likely to know the answer - right in this room.

"I'm not sure. The more a person knows, the more ignorant he becomes."

"Based on Rita Skeeter's level, if she doesn't make much progress after graduation, I can think of more than a dozen ways she could have taken your photo." Dumbledore replied.

He's not bragging. His intuition is sometimes very accurate.

In addition, he has a strong memory. He still remembers the level of Rita Skeeter, who was a celebrity in the school at that time, in each course.

Rita Skeeter is actually very good at Transfiguration, but for some reason she likes to hide it.

In addition, she once left the castle during a thunderstorm on Christmas, so the method is obvious - Rita Skeeter is an unregistered Animagus.

But Dumbledore is not ready to say this guess.

"Okay." Harry nodded.

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Time soon came to late at night, and everyone had a unified answer to Harry's question - that is, don't bother with them.

Mr. Malfoy had already received a positive answer from the helpless Draco, and he was in a hurry to go home and arrange to visit the Parkinson family with his wife.

And no one else cared about the relationship between Harry and Ron.

"Okay, you can go back." Dumbledore ordered them to leave.

"Are you not going to leave?" Mr. Weasley, who was like a sniffer falling into a vault, asked after he came back to his senses from the Muggle creations around him. Others who were about to leave also pricked up their ears.

"I don't think I can leave until Petunia and the others come back." Dumbledore said seriously, and then glanced at Sirius, the culprit.

"I know I was wrong, I'll go pick them up now." Sirius said quickly.

"Do you know where Aunt Marge is?" Harry asked in confusion, he felt that Sirius must have done something before he came back - to the Dursleys.

"There are still many things you don't know." Sirius smiled mysteriously, and disappeared on the spot with a crisp sound.