Harry Potter: I started checking in from Diagon Alley

Harry, however, felt that although Eric was being long-winded, what he said made perfect sense and was simply irrefutable.

He can be impulsive at times and does some foolish things.

Eric chuckled and continued, "Let's assume a scenario, and you'll immediately understand what I mean."

“Let’s say… Professor Dumbledore. He knows your background and understands your thoughts, but he has kept some key things from you from beginning to end, trying to influence your behavior with words in order to achieve his own goals.”

"This goal may not align with your values, and it may make you feel betrayed and angry."

"If you were in such an environment right now, would you still have this kind of confidence?"

No sooner had Eric finished speaking than Harry exclaimed dramatically, "Ha! That's impossible!"

"How could Professor Dumbledore do such a thing..."

Eric chuckled, “Don’t rush, Harry, we’re just hypothesizing.”

"Assuming what I'm saying is true, Harry, what can you do to cope with this situation?"

"Don't even mention resisting, I'm afraid you wouldn't even want to doubt Professor Dumbledore's feelings for you."

Harry kept talking, opening his mouth as if to say something, but after thinking for a long time, he still didn't say anything.

How is this possible?

Harry thought almost instinctively.

In the eyes of almost all Hogwarts students, Dumbledore was a perfect headmaster.

You can question Dumbledore's stance, or accuse him of favoring a particular house, but the only thing that cannot be criticized is Dumbledore's academic and teaching abilities.

He is the most powerful wizard of his time, without exception.

Many people view Dumbledore with a biased perspective, and Harry is certainly one of them.

Not to mention, Dumbledore's concern for Harry over the years.

Anyone could see that Dumbledore had clearly put a lot of thought into the boy who had survived the ordeal.

Harry instinctively denied Eric's statement.

“I don’t think… Professor Dumbledore would do anything to me…” Harry said, his face flushed.

Eric was not surprised by this answer.

Eric stared at Harry for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed and said, "Of course, from your perspective, Professor Dumbledore is perfect."

"Don't worry, we're just making assumptions."

"But there's something I need to tell you, Harry."

"If anyone in the world knows the whole story about Black, it is Professor Dumbledore."

Chapter 31 The Truth About Blake

Eric's words silenced Harry.

He had no way to refute this point.

Because even he thinks so.

In Harry's eyes, Dumbledore was almost omniscient and omnipotent.

It was one thing for Harry not to know about Black before, but he simply couldn't believe that Dumbledore was completely unaware of this matter.

Harry thought for a moment and finally said, "But... I still want to know..."

“I didn’t grow up in the magical world, Eric, unlike you, who knows a lot of things…”

Eric said, "Harry, I also come from a Muggle family."

“What?” Harry exclaimed in shock.

This isn't magic!

Both Eric and Eric grew up in Muggle families, so why does Eric know so much?

When they first met, Harry thought Eric was like Malfoy, the heir to some ancient family, because he spoke so eloquently to the Minister of Magic.

Eric finished his tea in one gulp, not continuing the topic, but instead smiled and took out his acacia wand, handing it to Harry, who accepted it without understanding why.

"Try using my wand to cast a spell, Harry, any spell will do."

Harry looked at Eric with a puzzled expression. He didn't understand what this could prove. Eric's spell looked ordinary, and even a bit rough in appearance.

But seeing the calm expression on Eric's face, he did not refuse Eric's request.

“Looks pretty ordinary, right?” Eric asked.

Harry nodded somewhat sheepishly.

Eric's wand certainly looks like that.

It's ordinary, unpretentious, and won't attract anyone's attention.

Old Tom, who had been lying on the bar, saw this scene, shook his head silently, hesitated for a while, and ultimately did not choose to leave the bar, but continued to lie on the spot, pretending not to see it.

"Yugadimurleviosa".

Ha used his acacia wood wand to aim at the teacup, and whispered a levitation spell.

The Levitation Charm is a first-year course, and as a wizard with a great talent for Charms, Harry is already quite proficient at using it.

He was very experienced with this curse.

Therefore, the result should be without any doubt.

Harry only intended for the teacup to float slightly in the air before it fell.

Just as Harry was about to ask Eric what he was trying to do, he was surprised to find that after he recited the spell in its entirety, the teacup remained motionless and unresponsive.

Harry repeated the actions he had just performed, confused. Then he quickly realized that it wasn't that his memory was playing tricks on him, but that his spell had no effect at all!

His signature levitation spell failed him!

“You see, Harry, sometimes, seeing is not believing. Some things that seem obvious to you may not actually be so.”

"My wand is rather special. To put it bluntly, if a wizard's talent is not recognized by it, then it will not serve that wizard."

"They can't even cast some basic spells."

In other words, it did not recognize your abilities.

"I'm sorry to say this, but it's true."

"Now, if you still insist on your idea, I am more than willing to tell you what you want to know."

“I don’t want to stop you, but I hope you understand that when your abilities are too weak, knowing too much can be a source of suffering.”

Seeing Harry's absent-minded look, Eric slowly reached out and took the wand back from Harry's hand, smiling as he spoke.

Harry watched Eric's actions with a mixture of disbelief and skepticism, a lot of things stuck in his throat. Just as he was about to speak, Eric suddenly flicked his wand at the bar and said in a calm tone, "The teapot is coming."

The next moment, the teapot placed in front of Old Tom suddenly moved, as if it had been pulled away by Eric. It drew a straight line in the air and flew over most of the bar at an extremely fast speed, where it was firmly caught in Eric's hand, who was prepared in advance.

"call out!"

In the not-so-lively bar, the sound of the teapot cutting through the air was particularly jarring. Eric's magic stirred up quite a ripple, drawing everyone's attention.

After receiving it, Eric shook the liquid in the pot and refilled his and Harry's teacups with tea.

Then, he gently put down the teapot, picked up the teacup, and slowly began to drink.

Harry was stunned by what he saw.

Not only him, but all the other wizards in the bar exclaimed in surprise.

The Spell of Flying In is not a spell that everyone knows, yet it has been used by a little child, and used so skillfully.

Several wizards who were watching noticed Eric's presence in the corner and turned to look. After seeing Eric's face, their expressions changed, and they hurriedly called their companions to leave the bar.

Without a doubt, these were all unlucky souls who had experienced Eric's magical outburst.

Upon seeing Eric's face, they were reminded of the terrifying and oppressive figure standing in front of Flourish and Blotts.

Eric's features are actually quite easy to recognize.

He was young, with medium-length hair, fair skin, a handsome face, and a polite smile, dressed in a black jacket and jeans.

Those wizards had already decided that upon seeing such an image, they should run as far away as possible.

"Harry, did you see the spell I just used?"

Harry shook his head blankly.

He didn't even know what the curse was called.

"The Summoning Spell allows you to summon objects from a distance. I only learned it a couple of days ago," Eric explained.

Two days ago?

Harry twitched his lips, too shocked to speak. He wanted to refute Eric's claim that it was impossible.

But seeing Eric's calm and composed expression, Harry swallowed his words.

"The enemies you will face in the future will at least be at my level; they will cast spells with precision and without mercy."

"And Blake is the best among them."

Harry was about to say something more when he saw Eric shake his head, as if regretting Harry's decision to remain seated. Eric then spoke, his voice sounding somewhat unreal, yet it went straight into Harry's ears.

Eric was going to tell Harry the truth, but not the truth about Black enduring humiliation and ultimately having to hide back in the Black family's ancestral home.

Eric will tell Harry the truth as it is currently believed by the public.

That is, the so-called "truth" that Black betrayed Dumbledore.

Eric knew, of course, that even if he didn't say anything, Harry would find out about it from the Weasleys before school started.

But there's a fundamental difference between Harry learning this from him and learning it from elsewhere.

Eric looked Harry straight in the eye and said slowly, "As far as I know, Sirius Black was your father's classmate in school, and also his best friend."

"After Voldemort started the war, Sirius Black and your parents stepped forward and stood on the front line against the dark wizard."

"But at that time they were outnumbered and had to fight and hide at the same time."