Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

Harry couldn't contain his anger, "I also hope he can give me an explanation. He hasn't told me anything about so many things, these riddles, leaving this mess. You should really ask Grindelwald, after all. Dumbledore told him more than he told me, or us!"

Indra said coldly with calm eyes: "Of course I will go, but I want to find out first whether your brain may be exposed to the investigation of the mysterious person. Grindelwald took what he wanted, He might figure it out sooner or later and go to Nurmengard and I might run into him."

Harry tried hard to control the anger in his voice, took a deep breath and said: "If he could see my brain, he would have come to arrest me, or hide the remaining Horcruxes. But I don't know that we What's the point of doing all this now, Dumbledore-"

Hermione had a worried and helpless look on her face, "Harry... not everything written here may be correct. After all, it was written by Skeeter..."

Harry stood up and shouted excitedly, "Dumbledore locked up his sister! Just because she is Obscurus! He also planned with Grindelwald to rule the Muggles and conquer them by force!"

Ron said softly, "But Dumbledore gave his life fighting against the mysterious man..."

Hermione also stood up, "Harry, Dumbledore has changed! Maybe he believed these things when we were our age, but he changed! He stopped Grindelwald and died resisting the mysterious man. Moreover, Ali Anna is Obscurus, she can't control herself, and I don't think Dumbledore will lock her up..."

Harry seemed completely unable to accept Dumbledore like this. He was severely irritated and kept yelling.

Hermione: "Harry, I'm sorry, I think maybe the real reason why you're angry is that Dumbledore never told you this himself."

It was completely dark, and only the river was still flowing.

The night surrounded the lonely tent, and the oil lamp on the table burned quietly, reflecting the elongated and blurry figures of four people.

"Maybe. We never knew Dumbledore. He told Grindelwald more of his true thoughts than he told me."

Harry sat back in his chair silently and covered his head with his hands.

Indra took a deep breath and sighed.

Harry cared too much about Dumbledore, regarded him as his trusted elder, and believed in Dumbledore's perfect image, so it was difficult to accept it.

As an outsider and a person with a Slytherin mentality, she didn't think there was anything unacceptable about Dumbledore.

On the contrary, this Dumbledore is more real.

Indra said slowly, "Didn't I say that only little wizards who suppress their own magic, reject the magic in their bodies and have no way to control it will give birth to Obscurus? Ariana was born in a wizarding family, and her parents are not Muggles. She There is no need to hide and suppress, so why did she become Obscurus? And why did Dumbledore's father attack three Muggles?"

"The only explanation is that she was persecuted by Muggles, and they destroyed Ariana. Wizards have been expelled by Muggles, and they can only hide despite their ability. My sister was hurt by Muggles, and my father went to take revenge. He died not long after being captured in Azkaban, and his mother was accidentally killed by his sister... It is not difficult to understand why Dumbledore once wanted to rule Muggles."

Ron's voice was trembling as he spoke, "It turns out that Dumbledore was like this when he was a boy..."

He looked at Indra in surprise, "It's not difficult to understand. You are a Muggle wizard. Do you think it's understandable to rule Muggles?"

He looked at Hermione again, "You think so too?"

There were even tears flashing in Hermione's eyes: "I don't think who should rule who. I can understand Dumbledore, but I don't think it is right."

Indra: "Anyway, Hermione is right. Dumbledore has given up on that idea and gave his life to safeguard the interests of Muggles and the safety of the wizarding world. And I just want to get rid of You-Know-Who's shadow." , I will go to Nurmengard as soon as possible to find Grindelwald, you look for the Horcruxes, and I will join you when I come back, and we will look for the Horcruxes together."

Hermione said with concern and worry, "Then how do you get there? Nurmengard is in Austria, and it must be heavily guarded there!"

Indra: "I will find a way, there is a door key, I am still looking for it."

Harry suddenly spoke up, "He doesn't know yet... doesn't know that the thief is Grindelwald."

Indra exhaled softly, "Okay."

Hermione: "Then where will we meet then? Do you still have the DA Army's liaison Galleon with you? We can use that."

Indra nodded, "Take it with you, we will use the longitude and latitude to determine the meeting point."

Hermione's eyes lit up, "Good idea."

Ron said blankly, "What are the latitude and longitude?"

Hermione: "Things Muggles use to locate themselves."

Ron: "My dad would be interested."

After everything was discussed, Indra did not stay here for long and left some food for the three of them when he left.

She was used to moving alone and resting alone in the wild, but she didn't adapt to the presence of many people.

Besides, it was still early, so she could look for traces of the portkey again.

The days passed slowly while searching day by day. Even if Indra could use Apparition to hurry up, the river was too long, flowing through forests, cliffs, swamps, as well as Muggle villages and bridges.

Sometimes she wondered if she had missed the portkey, Sissel had said it moved, or if it was really missing.

The river water, which is approaching winter, has become bone-chilling. Standing on the big rocks on the shore, the cold wind blows.

Indra stretched out her hand and weakly recited a spell, "Here comes the door key."

She was mentally prepared to continue in another place, but there was a splash in the river and a silvery shiny thing jumped out.

There was an expression on Indra's face that was more of surprise than surprise, and the little fish with the portkey flew into her hand.

Before he could take a closer look, Indra felt as if the area behind his navel was being pulled hard by a hook, and the teleportation had already begun.

She suddenly remembered that this was her first time using a portkey.

Austria.

Nurmengard in November is like a sword thrust into the sky, standing under the vast white snow and gray sky, as desolate as the surrounding bare cliffs.

Behind a rock, there was a glimmer of light in the air, and a tall girl with long black hair was squeezed out of the space.

The small silver fish appeared with her, fell to the ground and stopped motionless, changing from a living creature to a silverware.