Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

In these meetings for trial, the remnants of the Dementors of Reobedience to the Ministry of Magic can come into play again.

Intimidation, violence, persecution, the integration of the new Ministry of Magic and the Dementor.

It is not the preservation of justice and order in the magic world, but the source of evil and chaos.

Ivan could imagine what the magic world would look like next, eating his own piece of bread and turning the newspaper backwards.

A photograph of the whole family caught his interest, with the Dumbledore family, from the left: Abbess, Percival (with the newborn Arianna), Candela and Abbess.

This is the propaganda for Rita Skeeter's new book, which the new Ministry of Magic seems to like very much, giving her such an important propaganda page.

From the photograph, Dumbledore's father Percival was a handsome man, and his eyes still seemed to shine on this faded old photograph.

It was also the first time Ivan saw him, and the man eventually died in Azkaban on charges of killing Muggles.

Anyone who doesn't know the whole murder story will think that Percival is a despicable criminal who, like the most conservative and stubborn pureblood wizards, murdered Muggles randomly, just to satisfy himself or have fun. Of course, he was foolish, so brightly and rightly killed those Muggles, which was not uncommon at the time, but it was rare, like Percival, not to hide or flee, but to openly confront the law of the Ministry of Magic and to be arrested.

The murder aroused a sensation in the magical realm of the time, when, in some cases, Percival, the murderer, was considered a hero, who did what they had always wanted and dared not do, especially when Percival did it to avenge his daughter and to give him a strong heroic personality.

Ivan had difficulty evaluating Percival's behavior, but he had to admit that he was a great father.

He simply chose the wrong way to avenge the violence by returning it with greater violence, to obtain not relief, but endless suffering.

Percival's choices affected his family's life and, to some extent, the entire process of development of the magic world.

He was just an ordinary wizard, and he did a wrong thing in extreme anger.

He paid the price of his life and the consequences of the incident were borne by his wife, son and daughter.

Percival's fate had long since come to an end, but the effects of the murders of that year had not come to an end. After so long, many wizards were still agreeing with Percival's actions, even worse, and they were now beginning to legitimize the persecution of Muggles because they were able to do so.

Magic is power, and having power is superior.

Many are eager to gain strength, become stronger, and then abuse those who are less than them, looking for pleasure in the process.

Of course, they put a lot of cover on their behavior, like revenge like Percival.

Ivan could not judge whether that was the right thing to do, but the whole process had undoubtedly been distorted and the justification for justice was nothing more than a despicable excuse.

In the photograph, Ariane, the baby in Percival's arms, is much bigger than a piece of bread, and she doesn't see any more facial features.

Her mother, Kandelau, had black hair plated into a tall hammer, and the five officers were like knives.

Although she wore a turtleneck satin robe, the dark eyes, cheekbones and straight nose reminded Ivan of the Indians.

Abbess and Abbess wore a flattering strappy collar top with flattering shawl hair. Albus looked a few years older, but the other two boys looked very similar because it was before Dumbledore's nose was broken and he started wearing glasses.

Baby Arianna's arm waving vaguely outside the swaddle, the family seemed quite happy and quietly smiled in the newspaper.

The text below is an excerpt from Rita Skeeter's new book, Ivan reads: Candela Dumbley, a man of multiple sexual pride and pride, could not bear to continue to live in Voodoo Plains after her husband Percival was arrested and imprisoned in Azkaban. So she decided to move to Godric Valley, and the village became famous because it was the place where Harry Potter miraculously escaped the mysterious demon...

At this point, a rush of footsteps rang from outside the kitchen.

Ivan looked up and saw Harry appearing at the door, his face still pale and seemingly not sleeping well.

Cleecher, the elvish, greeted him up, and Harry stunned to sit next to Evan.

He had something in his hand and his expression was a little depressed.

“What's up, Harry?” Ivan asked.

“I just went upstairs to Sirius' room, and I've never been there.” Harry said his voice was a little mute, "I found this there. ”

He handed over the note in his hand, which was rubbed very wrinkly, and Harry erased it.

“Sirius never told me, and I don't know...” Harry whispered.

Ivan narrowed his eyes and read it, a letter from Lily, Harry's mother, to Sirius.

Dear Bigfoot:

Thank you, thank you for Harry's birthday present!

This is his favorite toy, he can already fly around on a toy broom when he's only a year old. He looks so happy.

I have attached a photo to show you that you know the broom is only two feet from the ground, but Harry almost killed the kitten and almost broke an ugly vase, which Penny gave me for Christmas (not a complaint). Of course, James found it very amusing to say that the child would be the next Quedizi star, but we had to put away all the ornaments and keep an eye on him as he flew.

We had a quiet birthday tea party in the presence of only Old Bashida, who has always been nice to us and especially adores Harry.

I'm sorry you can't come, but the Order of the Phoenix is number one, and Harry's so young he doesn't know how to have a birthday!

James is a little bored in here, he tries not to show it, but I can see... the invisible clothes are still at Dumbledore's, so he doesn't have a chance to go out.

How happy he would be if you could come.

Little bugs came last weekend, and I think he's depressed, but maybe it's the McKinnons I heard, and I cried all night.

Bakhida comes here a lot, she's an interesting old lady, she tells stories about Dumbledore, I can't imagine.

I don't know if he'd be happy to hear it himself!

Honestly, I don't know how much to believe, it's hard to believe Dumbledore...