Harry could not have told you, after, precisely what had been said - both by him and too him. He relived the experience of the graveyard again for Dumbledore, but found the story much shorter than it had originally been - he’d had the capacity to fight back this time after all. He brushed over the specific details of manipulating the tombstones, something he shouldn’t have been able to do at fourteen, and instead lightly implied he had dashed behind them as Voldemort ripped them out the ground. He’d found in his years of working for the Department of Mysteries, the best way to deceive a skilled legilimens was to mostly tell them the truth. Avoiding eye contact helped, but wasn’t crucial, and Harry wasn’t overly concerned about being caught out by a man who had been hoodwinked by an imposter pretending to be one of his own close friends.