On this side of the hall, after a long conversation, Allen told them about the mysterious man who had learned from Lucius Malfoy that he had sent the Death Eaters to fight guerrillas in the Muggle World and the Ministry of Magic, and told them about the response prepared by his father Irving and Lunn.

At this time, Hermione was even more grateful to Penelo for sending armed forces to protect their relatives in the Muggle world in advance. She nodded to Penelo, who seemed to have no reaction from the side, and thanked him again. Then she fell into deep thought and tried to find some solutions that could be solved or eased.

"Some landmark buildings and places with large traffic flow will temporarily be authentic, but..." Allen was a little embarrassed by this situation, and he couldn't tell Hermione that if he immediately went to raid the mysterious man's nest, he would naturally solve the problem.

"But the Muggle world is too big...we have no choice." Hermione thought about a lot of ways to finally be overthrown by herself. "But I don't understand, what is the use of this plan of the Mysterious Man for us? As Allen said, as long as the wizarding world is not affected by any influence... wizards will not care too much about Muggle's life or death..."

"I will speed up the resolution of education reform, but as I said just now, during this period we have to warn your relatives and friends in the Muggle world that it is best not to walk around... I think you need some hot stuff now." After Allen said that, he got up and went to the kitchen. He was going to soak something for them that would make people warm.

"Does the mysterious man really look like a planned person now?" Penelo saw Allen walk away and began to sneer at Hermione's reaction. She leaned back, "Do you know what he is? He is a dog chasing the car, and even if he catches up, he doesn't know what to do."

This successfully attracted Hermione's attention to Penelo.

"In a sense, I'm a bit like him, do you know? I'm just doing things." Penelo explained with his hands a little unorganized, "The Ministry of Magic has plans, the Pure Blood Family has plans, Dumbledore has plans, Allen and Luna have plans, and you have plans, you are both conspirators, the conspirators want to control this small world, and when things go according to the plan, no one will panic, just like our own reports later, the report emphasized that it's just that the Muggle world is in trouble, and no wizard will go too far.

Like panic... I am not a conspirator, nor is it a mysterious person now. I understand him in this regard, but the difference between me and him is that he is a wild mad dog without a master. He just wants to express that he is not something you can control, and I am different. I have a 'master'. I just need to do things for him according to Allen's words... Hermione, you should focus on some things. You Gryffindors have always been unable to grasp the key points of things..."

Alan, who was making tea in the kitchen, noticed that the TV series that women loved to watch at home today had ended, but Helena was still staring at the TV that was playing advertisements in the corner, as if she was fascinated.

"Helena can't get in and out of the tower freely. If she wants to go back to the tower, she must have someone to take her. This is indeed a bit inconvenient." Allen said to the air beside her. "It's almost okay to drink, otherwise she will still be caught by Hermione after hiccups."

There was a sound in the trash can next to him, and Luna lifted the magical mantra and showed her body. She glanced at Penelo and Hermione who were discussing: "When these humans set standards for good, evil will arise."

"The saint is not dead, and the thief will not stop." Alan echoed, then focused his attention on his daughter again, and he called Helena to let her come over.

"Father, mother." Helena, who had not yet arrived, was walking on foot. She twisted her skirts and saluted.

"If Helena likes TV, there is also one in my room at school." Allen smiled at her daughter, "I will use a trick when I go back. Other ghosts can't come in and discover your secret."

"Mom has mastered some new powers recently." Luna stared at Helena and said, "The Phantom Movement and Shadow Technique are useless. I'll study and see if there are any new ways to teleport yourself."

"Thank you mom and dad," Helena floated happily, but thought about it and held her hands together and put them on her chest. "You have more important things to be busy with, don't spend your energy on me. I can touch things now and taste the food, which makes me much happier than other ghosts."

Allen didn't say anything. He just waved with his hand hidden under the robe, making his daughter forget to keep the physical food that fell to the ground because of her happiness. All the food that fell to the ground was swept into the trash can - the food that Helena, who had no way to secrete saliva and digest, was still basically the same, which was much cleaner than what her parents had pulled in the cave of the Black Lake that night.

Only then did Helena realize what had happened because of her forgetting to maintain her body shape. She was frozen in the air and didn't know how to face her parents.

"Don't be ashamed of Helena, the children have done this in front of their parents..." Luna glanced at the portrait in the kitchen with a sneaky look, and found that Helga was not there. She whispered to Helena, "Mom will solve the things you sent, but Mom has a six-foot parchment paper. You need to write it..."

A few hours ago, Harry ran directly to the corridor of Dumbledore's office panting, shouting orders at the stone monster guard at the door, and then rushed up the spiral staircase step by step. Then he remembered that Dumbledore was now participating in the Phantom Movement Examination in Hogsmeade Village, which calmed Harry a little bit. Knowing that these conversations were not suitable for more people to hear, he sat in front of the principal's office and waited for Dumbledore until his return - Dumbledore came out of the office at supper time, and he did not return by the front door.

"It seems we can eat in my office..." Dumbledore invited Harry in, and then he sat behind the principal's desk, looked up at Harry carefully. His face was still pale and leaned weakly on the principal's chair, his silver eyebrows frowned, and a shallow vertical pattern formed in the middle.

"Harry? It seems that what you want to tell me next is what makes you so upset?"

"Snape." Harry was angry like never before, and he said loudly, "You actually believe in Snape, a Death Eater who told Voldemort about the prophecy. He eavesdropped on the prophecy outside the room."

There was silence in the room, and for a while, there was no word in it.

"You also asked him to teach here. It was Harry who told Voldemort to chase my parents!" Harry didn't want to get angry and roar at Dumbledore, but he couldn't control his emotions and roared out.

Harry turned his back to Dumbledore, trying his best to restrain his urge to throw things.

"Harry, calm down, please listen to me." Dumbledore turned Harry back and stared at him. When Harry finally calmed down, Dumbledore spoke. "What Sybil didn't know is that Professor Snape was still employed by Voldemort when he heard the first half of her prophecy. He could not wait to tell his master after hearing such news. But when Professor Snape realized that Voldemort would understand the prophecy like that, you don't know how regretful he was. I believe this is the greatest regret in his life and the reason for his return..."

"I don't believe him. He is not like me. He is a very powerful master of brain closure, isn't he, professor?" Harry sneered loudly, trying to keep his composure, but his voice was still a little trembling. "How can you be sure that Snape is not a spy sent to you by the mysterious man?"

Dumbledore didn't speak for a moment, and he seemed to be making a decision, and finally he said, "I'm sure I have full trust in Severus Snape."

Harry took a few deep breaths and tried to stabilize his emotions, but it was ineffective. His eyes were filled with blood: "It is very likely that he and Pansy Parkinson had the reason why the two Death Eaters appeared so coincidentally in the cave, and they informed the mysterious man."

"Then why aren't the mysterious people coming here themselves? Harry, I mean if they were true, I think we wouldn't have the opportunity to have this conversation..." Dumbledore said in a very calm manner. "Harry, Professor Snape will never be bad for me. Pansy is just an ordinary student, and she can't monitor the principal."

Harry's head buzzed, and anger was burning in his chest. He really wanted to pounce on him and grab Dumbledore and shake him hard to make him awake. Snape and Pansy, Harry didn't believe either, but how to make Dumbledore realize their danger and unreliability.

Harry's eyes swept over Dumbledore's charred and dry hands. The professor always believed others easily, but why would he rather believe Snape and Pansy than what he said?

Harry lowered his head and bit his lip, his heart was like he was knocked over by a bottle of flavors. His throat seemed to be stuck in something, and he felt extremely sad. Harry felt very wronged. He remembered what happened to him for so many years, almost every time he said it was like this. What he said was not recognized and believed by others, but he clearly said it was true, at least most of it... Every time he had to wait for the end of the matter and found out that they were wrong. When he was right, it was too late and he couldn't go back.

"Harry, you should learn to think about problems with your own head instead of whenever someone tells you something, you either don't listen at all or accept it all. This is wrong. You should learn to distinguish the authenticity of it yourself..."

What Allen said to him at the Black Lake sounded in Harry's mind, but now his heart was messy, anger and grievance filled his heart. He couldn't think about the problem calmly, and there was no way for Dumbledore's will to act alone...
Chapter completed!