Chapter 463: Harry's trip

Just at 9 o'clock the next morning after Ryan ’s engagement ceremony was held, two blue birds flew to Ryan where they lived with their larger parchment letters, and their parents were delivered to them last night. Ryan, who was returning to the Qiantang plane, just got up from the bed.
"Hermione, our previous O.W.Ls test results came out." Ryan shouted to Hermione who was packing up in the bathroom.
"What? Oh, finally here, I hope I got a good test this time. The cross-border e-mail across Europe and Asia plus the time to pass the customs is really anxious. If in the UK, I think we would have done it a week ago These emails should be received. "Hermione walked out of the bathroom and wiped her wet face with a dry towel.
Can't wait to tear the envelope, the two pulled out the letter and looked at it. As expected, their exams scored ten excellent points, which means they can choose the courses they planned to take this year.
"I just don't know what happened to my friends." Hermione nodded with satisfaction after reading the test results, and then asked Ryan. "What do you think Harry is doing now?"
"I do n’t know much about other people, but I guess Harry must have a lot to do, after all, as a designated savior. The holiday must not stop his busyness, maybe Professor Dumbledore took him out for adventure That's it. "Lane spoiled.
The same is true. A week ago, Principal Dumbledore went to Priscilla Road to rescue Harry from his uncle ’s house. After sending Harry ’s luggage to the Burrow, Dumbledore brought Harry ’s entourage to a certain form. In the courtyard of an abandoned village, there is an old war monument in the middle of the site, and several benches.
After following Professor Dumbledore for a while, passing an empty tavern and several houses, Harry finally asked, unable to bear his heart, "Well, Professor, where are we? What are we going to do? "
"This is the charming village of Badley Barberton, Harry." Dumbledore walked in front, turned a corner, and passed a telephone booth and a bus shelter. "Ah, as you can see, we are short of professors every year. So now we are here to persuade a retired colleague of mine to come back to work and return to Hogwarts. As for the reason for calling you over, you will I will know. "
Afterwards, Haali and Dumbledore discussed his scar (Harry: "Thank goodness, it finally won't hurt.") And also said something about the recent situation. For example, the sacrifice of Emilyn Vance and the serious injury of Amelia Burns (Dumbledore: "Ms. Burns was indeed lucky that day. When Voldemort came to her, he just met Percy and took his team to visit She was so lucky to leave a life, but it is estimated that poor Burns is going to spend Halloween in St. Munger. ")
They chatted and approached a neat little stone house in the garden. Dumbledore looked towards the well-maintained path, and his heart sank suddenly. The hinge of the front door opened, and the door hung diagonally.
"Harry, pull out your wand and follow me closely." Dumbledore took out his wand and whispered, and at the same time glanced around to make sure that no one was around, lit the wand and quietly entered the room, Harry also held nervously Wand.
After entering the living room along the porch, a mess appeared in front of them: a master clock broke at their feet, the clock face cracked, and the pendulum lay a little farther away, like an abandoned sword. A piano fell to the ground and the keys were scattered around. There was also a fragment of a chandelier shattered shimmering nearby. The mat was thrown around in a mess, and it was deflated, and the feathers came out of the crack. Broken glass and broken pieces of porcelain sprinkled like powder. To make matters worse, the sharp-eyed Harry saw a lot of dark red sticky things splashing on the wallpaper. He looked along the red things with his wand and found that even the ceiling was full of these things.
Is this an attack? Harry thought, but after taking a closer look, he felt something was wrong. He had read several detective books while he was resting a while ago. Ryan had read and criticized some of the bridges inside and was worthless. By the way, he also talked about some of the simplest crime scene judgments. Based on what Ryan said before, Harry couldn't figure out if the situation in the room was a fierce battle, why are there only few traces of footsteps on the floor, only some broken furniture?
"You also see that the situation is not right?" Harry Dumbledore, looking at the pensive man, said calmly. "I think it's just, ah, an old friend joked us."
After talking with a relaxed and even more naughty expression on his face, he walked quietly with Harry to the edge of a single sofa, and then suddenly poked the bulging single sofa with the tip of his wand. On the back, the head of a bald fat old man suddenly emerged from the top of the chair back and cried out: "Merlin's beard!"
Soon the single sofa turned into a fat old man standing there, still rubbing his stomach with his hands: "You don't need to stick so hard with a wand, Albus. It hurts me. Also Yes, where did I reveal it? "
"Holas, if the Death Eaters have really been here, they will definitely leave a black mark on the house." Dumbledore said: "Yes, I will introduce you, Harry, come and see me here An old friend and colleague, Professor Horace Slughorn. Horace— "
"I know him, Harry Potter." Said the old man looking at Harry's forehead. "The recent newspapers are all photos of him." He walked to the door and locked the door.
"Do you want me to clean up for you?" Dumbledore asked politely.
"Please!" The two old men waved their wands in unison with their back to back. Pieces of furniture jumped back to their original positions, the ornaments were restored to their original shape in mid-air, the feathers were re-drilled back into the cushions, the fragments of the silver frame on the ground were reorganized into frames and flew back to the writing desk, and the chandelier finally returned to the room. On top. The damaged and stained areas of the whole house were restored to their original condition. Under the relighting of the lights, the house warmed up.
"You think he can convince me, right? I tell you, Albus, the answer is no!" Slughorn said, "The fact is undeniable, I am an old man, Albus. A tired The old man has the right to live a quiet life and get some material enjoyment. "
"Did I hide in Tibet?" Dumbledore revealed, "I think they should be looking for you too."
"Yes, I have to move home once every few weeks, but Albus, look at the casualty rate of your school professors-are you going to leave?" Looking at Professor Dumbledore who stood up, Slah Gerhorn immediately asked expectantly.
"No, I just want to ask if I can use your bathroom." Dumbledore said. Watching Dumbledore walk away, Slughorn said to Harry who was watching him: "You look a lot like your father, except your eyes."
"I know ~ EbookFREE.me ~ like my mother." Harry nodded. He heard this many times, and he felt a little bored.
"Lily Evans is one of the smartest students I have ever taught." Slughorn seemed to be caught in memory. "If you consider that she is still a Muggle, then it is even more remarkable. I It is often said that she should be a student of our college, but every time she will always get an unkind answer. "
"You are--" "I was the dean of Slytherin College at the time." Then he glanced at Harry. "Do n’t look at me with that kind of look, I ’m not the kind of prejudiced person. I read the newspaper two years ago and found that your two classmates who received the Merlin Medal should be Muggle-born wizards, and they were also my favorite students. Many Muggles were born, for example, your mother, and then Dirk Cresway, who is one level below her, is now the director of the Fairy Liaison Office. "
Speaking of this, Slughorn was excited and pulled Harry to see him carrying a picture frame full of cabinets: "This is all the students I have taught before, such as the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet, Barnabas Gufe, he often sends owls to me to listen to my opinions on the current situation. Ambrosius Froom, because of my introduction, got a job, so now every now and then Send me candy preserves. Another example is Gwenog Jones, the captain of the Holyhead Harpy team. I can get free tickets whenever I want. Unfortunately, I have n’t seen it for a long time. . "
The old man looked a little frustrated: "I haven't contacted any of them for a whole year. This feeling of being forgotten by the whole world is just awful."
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