Harry Potter's Bastard

"What's going on here?"

Harry looked at Dumbledore nervously.

"I'm not sure. Dumbledore held his wand and seemed to be observing his surroundings.

"Take out your wands and follow me. "

After Dumbledore said this, he was the first to enter the courtyard.

Without chanting the incantation, the tip of Dumbledore's wand suddenly lit up, reflecting a narrow doorway. There is also an open door on the left. Holding his glowing wand aloof, Dumbledore walked into the living room, Harry and Solim following closely behind.

There was a mess in front of them, an old clock shattered at their feet, the clock face cracked, and the pendulum lay a little farther away, like an abandoned sword. A piano topples over on the floor, keys scattered everywhere. Nearby, a fragment of a broken chandelier was glittering. The mats were thrown everywhere, and feathers were burrowing out of the cracks. Broken glass and porcelain shards were sprinkled like powder. Dumbledore raised his wand a little higher, illuminating the wall, which splattered with a lot of dark red gooey stuff.

"That's ...... Blood?" Harry's wand lit up. His voice was a little nervous.

"I think so. Dumbledore's expression was serious, but soon his expression changed from serious to another one that was funny and playful.

"Solim, what do you think?" Dumbledore looked at Solim.

"I don't think much of it. Solim shrugged, "Poor disguise, and rough set-up." Obviously, the people who did all this either didn't have time to deal with the details because they were too short of time, or they didn't know anything about combat. "

Even if it weren't for the scenes in his memory, Solim could see the problem here.

Indeed, the house was a mess, and it looked quite like that. But considering that there is a wizard living here, the treatment in the house seems too "rudimentary". The effect of shooting spells at each other by wizards was much more than that - it should be more chaotic here, and it was obviously not a one-sided battle with such a messy scene, but there was not even a single sign of a spell on the walls or floors - not a single one, not even the windows were broken, which was an insult to intelligence.

"And-" Solim smiled as he glanced at the blood stains on the walls and ceiling, "the walls and ceiling are splattered with blood, but there is no blood on the ground, which is really ......"

Solim shook his head, saving a little face for his future professor.

"Not bad, not bad. Dumbledore smiled and nodded, "You're right, I think so." "

"So...... Is this all fake?" compared to Solim, Harry's sluggishness was a little silly.

"Fake, of course. Solim: "Apparently there is some kind of vigilance spell in this village, and we triggered it when we first came over, but I'm curious about why the people here don't choose to move, but choose to use this botched scene to ......"

"Enough!

A voice suddenly rang out from the room. Startling the unprepared Harry, his wand snapped to the place where the sound came from.

Harry was amazed to see that the armchair moved, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a chubby, bald old man—or rather, a bald old man who was "puffing and puffing".

And the old man was staring at Solim at this time—without blinking.

"Sofa Man - Transfiguration!"

Solim had seen Slughorn's transformation from head to toe, and that was the only thing that came to his mind.

Seriously, this sofa is quite deformed. Although Solim knew that the sofa had changed, he had glanced at it from time to time since he came in, but he really didn't see any flaws, and he didn't know how Dumbledore saw it.

"Good evening, Horace. Dumbledore greeted with a smile.

"Not good at all!" the de-shaped, Slughorn, wearing a striped dressing gown, was venting his frustration to Dumbledore, "You disturbed my peaceful night, I'm ready for bed!"

"It's really our fault, but in order to stop you, I think this is the only time to come. Dumbledore was still smiling.

Slughorn didn't pick up the stubble, and instead turned to Solim.

"Boy, it's been less than thirty seconds since you've been in this room to see so many things?"

Slughorn felt very shameless, he was a good-faced person, and it would be nothing if he was exposed by Dumbledore, after all, it was Dumbledore, but his own arrangement made a clear student Solim see through, which made Slughorn feel a little unacceptable.

"It's the professor that you're doing too roughly. Solim smiled politely, "Actually, the blood stains on the walls and ceiling are really unnecessary, it won't do anything but make people suspicious, and it's ......"

"And what?" Slughorn asked quickly, as if preparing to learn his lesson and experience and prepare to do it again next time.

"And here—" Solim gestured to the messy room, "it's all such a mess, there's no sign of a spell...... This is just too fake. "

Pointing to the padded cushions on the floor, Solim continued, "Instead of wasting time and energy in places like this, it would be better to break a few windows, at least that would make it look more realistic." "

"Who are you doing this for?Horace?" Dumbledore asked, "the Death Eaters?"

"Who else could it be?" Slughorn looked at Dumbledore angrily.

"Need help?" Dumbledore pointed to the mess in the room.

"Of course. Slughorn pulled out his wand.

One by one, the furniture jumped back to its original position, the decorations returned to their original shape in mid-air, the feathers burrowed back into the cushions, and the broken books were automatically repaired and neatly arranged on the shelves. The oil lamp flew to the small table by the wall and was lit again. A large mass of shattered silver frames flickered across the room and landed on a desk, shining as bright as new again. Broken, torn, and open areas throughout the room were restored to their original state. The stains on the walls are also automatically wiped clean.

"By the way, what kind of blood is that?" Dumbledore asked, his voice drowning out the pendulum of the freshly repaired old clock.

"You mean the one on the wall?" Slughorn said, "Dragon's blood, my last bottle, I hope it still works." "

With the final clank of the piano, the room finally fell silent and the room became tidy again. _

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