Harry Potter: I started signing in from Diagon Alley

However, Harry still felt that although Eric's words were very wordy, what he said was really reasonable and irrefutable.

He is really impulsive sometimes and does some stupid things.

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

"Let's say...Professor Dumbledore, he knows your background and your thoughts, but he has concealed some key things from you from beginning to end, trying to use words to influence your behavior so that to achieve his own goals."

"The goal may not be in line with your values, and it may make you feel betrayed and angry."

"If you are in such an environment now, can you still have such confidence?"

As soon as Eric finished speaking, Harry said exaggeratedly: "Ha! This is impossible!"

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

Eric laughed, "Don't worry, Harry, we're just hypothesizing."

"Assuming what I'm saying is true, Harry, what can you do against the situation?"

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

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

How is this possible?

Harry thought almost subconsciously.

Dumbledore is a perfect headmaster in the eyes of almost all Hogwarts students.

You can question Dumbledore's position, and you can accuse him of favoring a certain house, but the only thing that is beyond reproach is Dumbledore's academic and teaching ability.

He is the strongest wizard in the world, bar none.

Many people see Dumbledore naturally with filters, and Harry is certainly one of them.

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

Anyone can see that Dumbledore obviously put a lot of thought into the Boy Who Lived.

Harry subconsciously denied Eric's statement.

"I don't think...Professor Dumbledore will be against me..." said Harry, blushing.

Eric was not surprised by this answer.

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

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

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

"About Black, if there is anyone in this world who can understand the whole picture, then that person can only be Professor Dumbledore."

Chapter 31 The Truth About Blake

Eric's statement silenced Harry.

There was nothing he could do to refute this point of view.

Because even he thinks so.

In Harry's eyes, Dumbledore is almost omniscient.

Harry didn't know about Black before, but now if Dumbledore didn't know anything about it, Harry wouldn't believe it.

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

"I didn't grow up in the wizarding world, Eric, I don't know a lot of things like you..."

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

"What?" Harry was shocked.

It's not magic!

He also grew up in a Muggle family, so why does Eric know so much?

When they met for the first time, Harry thought Eric was the heir to some ancient family like Malfoy from the way Eric talked to the Minister of Magic.

Eric drank the black tea in his hand, did not continue the topic, but took out his acacia wand with a smile, and handed it to Harry, who took it for no reason.

"Try a spell with my wand, Harry, any spell will do."

Harry gave Eric a puzzled look. He didn't understand what this could prove. Eric's spell looked ordinary, even a little rough in appearance.

But looking at the calm expression on Eric's face, he didn't refuse Eric's request.

"Looks normal, doesn't it?" Eric asked.

Harry nodded sheepishly.

Eric's wand looks exactly like that,

Ordinary, nothing fancy, will not attract the attention of others.

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

"Wingardim Leviosa."

Harry pointed the acacia wand at the black teacup, muttered softly, and cast a levitating spell.

The Levitation Charm is a first-year course, and as a very talented wizard in Charms, Harry is now able to use the Levitation Charm proficiently.

For this spell, he has a lot of experience.

So the result should be without any doubt.

Harry was only going to let the teacup float slightly in the air for a short while, and then it fell down.

Just when Harry was about to ask Eric what he wanted to do, he was suddenly surprised to find that after he finished chanting the spell, the black tea cup still stayed in place, motionless and without any response.

Harry repeated the action just now for no reason, and then he quickly realized that it wasn't that his memory was confused, but that his spell had no effect at all!

The Levitating Curse that he has always been good at has actually failed!

"Look, Harry, sometimes seeing is not believing, and things that you take for granted may not be."

"My wand is quite special. To put it bluntly, if the wizard's talent is not recognized by it, then it will not work for that wizard."

"Even some basic spells can't be released."

"In other words, it doesn't recognize your ability."

"I'm sorry to say that, but it's the truth."

"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 ability is too weak, knowing too much is a kind of pain instead."

Seeing Harry's dazed look, Eric slowly reached out and took the wand back from Harry's hand, and said with a smile.

Harry looked at Eric's movements in doubt, a lot of words were stuck in his throat, just when he was about to speak, Eric suddenly flicked his wand at the bar counter, with a calm voice Said in a tone of voice: "The black teapot is flying."

The next moment, the black teapot placed in front of Old Tom suddenly moved, as if being dragged away by Eric, it drew a straight line in the air, flew over half of the bar at an extremely fast speed, and was caught by the well-prepared Erik. Rick gripped it tightly.

"call out!"

In the not too lively bar, the sound of the teapot breaking through the air was particularly ear-piercing, and Eric's magic caused quite a stir, attracting everyone's attention.

Once in hand, Eric shook the contents of the jug to refill his and Harry's teacups.

Immediately afterwards, he gently put down the black teapot, picked up the teacup and drank it slowly.

This scene left Harry dumbfounded.

Not only him, but even the rest of the wizards in the bar let out an exclamation in unison.

The Flying Curse is not a spell that everyone knows, and now it is used by a child, and it is used so well.

Among them, a few onlookers noticed Eric's presence in the corner, and turned their heads to look over. After seeing Eric's face clearly, their expressions changed, and they hurriedly called their companions to leave the bar.

There is no doubt that these are the unlucky ones who have experienced Eric's magical explosion.

As soon as they saw Eric's face, they thought of the terrifying and oppressive figure in front of Lihen Bookstore.

Eric's characteristics are actually easy to recognize.

Young, with half-long hair, fair skin, a handsome face and a generally polite smile, with a black jacket and jeans.

Those wizards have already determined that, seeing such an image, they can run as far as they can.

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

Harry shook his head blankly.

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

"The Flying Curse allows you to summon objects from a distance. I only learned it two days ago." Eric introduced.

Two days ago?

Harry twitched the corner of his mouth, too shocked to speak, he deliberately refuted Eric's impossibility.

But seeing Eric's indifferent expression, Harry swallowed the words back.

"The enemies you will face in the future will at least have my level. They cast spells accurately and without mercy."

"And Blake is the best among them."

Harry was about to say something more, but saw Eric shake his head, as if regretting Harry's decision to still sit here, and then said, his voice didn't sound real, but it went straight to Harry. into Leigh's ears.

Of course Eric wanted to tell Harry the truth, but it wasn't the truth that Black endured the humiliation and finally had to hide in the ancestral house of the Black family again.

What Eric would tell Harry was what the public now believed to be the truth.

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

Of course Eric knew, and even if he didn't tell, Harry would have heard about it from the Weasleys before school started.

But there was an essential difference between Harry knowing it from him and learning it from other sources.

Eric looked directly into Harry's eyes and said slowly, "As far as I know, Sirius Black, he was your father's classmate in school and his best friend."

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

"But at the time they were outnumbered, fighting and hiding."