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Dong! ! !

The deafening loud noise exploded again. This time, even the gold foil ground under Harry's feet shook violently, as if something huge was approaching.

The ceiling above the head cracked slightly, and golden pieces fell down, but soon new gold foil filled the cracks like running water, as if this space was instinctively repairing itself.

Harry immediately tensed his nerves, the wand in his hand trembled slightly, his body began to fade unconsciously, and the black mist quietly rose from his feet, ready to escape into the shadow at any time.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The sound did not stop, but became more and more rapid, like a giant beast roaring and rushing, roaring the entire treasure house.

Harry looked around alertly, his voice a little low.

"This time, it sounds even more...strong."

Dumbledore on the card nodded slightly, and a meaningful smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

"Well, this time it feels more like De Vero did it."

Harry raised his head in surprise and looked at the ceiling, the gold foil walls were still shaking uneasily, as if this huge underground treasure house was experiencing some kind of huge impact.

But Dumbledore seemed to be completely distracted from the threat of the shock, but put away his smile, his expression suddenly became serious, and he said in a deep voice.

"Okay, Harry, in this space, the only force that can take effect is the 'only' itself."

Harry frowned slightly, still staring at the walls that were constantly cracking and quickly covered with gold foil, looking back at Dumbledore on the card in confusion.

"Only? Professor, are you saying that the magic barrier here cannot be used, but the ‘only’ is not restricted? But...but I don't have any special power except for fog flying?"

He scratched his head, his brows frowned even tighter.

"What exactly do you mean by 'my own abilities'?"

Dumbledore stared at him quietly, his blue eyes appearing particularly deep under the golden light.

His tone was firm, without any hesitation.

"Harry, this ability is given to you by your mother."

"The power of love."

Immediately afterwards, the phoenix tail feather suddenly exploded, turning into a ball of red and golden flame, and then suddenly surrounded Harry.

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Bang! Bang!

Two crisp explosions echoed in the corner of Hogsmeade Village.

However, almost no one in the village noticed these two sudden figures - most wizards stayed in the three broom bar, immersed in the warm fire and the mellow smell of honey wine, and were completely unaware of the strange movements outside.

Although one of them was Albus Dumbledore, dressed in a gray robe and a silver beard.

The other was Arthur Blackwood, who was dressed in a messy and scent of blood, and he was also carrying something in the shape of a cage covered with black cloth.

Blackwood casually patted the blood on his collar, trying to wipe away the already solidified stains, but it seemed to have no effect.

He frowned and simply ignored it, but looked at Dumbledore and said in an understatement:

"Things will end soon, Diagon Alley will likely become a penalty area... But don't worry, there will be a new commercial area in London soon. Don't stay in Hogwarts all the time, so why not take advantage of this In the last period of time, I can live a more comfortable life when I open a store.”

Dumbledore slowly turned his head when he heard this, and his eyes remained on Blackwood's face for a moment, as if he was thinking about something.

"The death toll this time...is probably accounted for one-fifth of the entire England."

His voice was light, but it was filled with a heavy coldness.

"Even if you open a store again, there may not be any business."

Upon hearing this, Blackwood just smiled faintly, waved his wand and completely cleaned up the mottled blood on his body, as if the little embarrassment just now was just an illusion.

"There are all foreigners who die, and there are very few British people."

He shrugged, his tone as calm as if he was talking about the weather.

"It won't affect your business."

He paused, his eyes glanced at Dumbledore meaningfully, with a hint of teasing tone.

"Also, time is so limited, and you still rely on teaching in school. Don't you think you are wasting your life?"

Dumbledore just shook his head slightly, looking up at the sky under the night, with some dark light flashing in his eyes.

"I can't help myself."

Blackwood snorted lightly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was self-deprecating and helpless.

"Who isn't?"

"So, where are you going next? The people from the Secretariat will most likely not let you go, right?"

Under the snow, the streets of Hogsmeade were silent, and occasionally a breeze blew, swaying slightly at the end of the alley.

Dumbledore turned his head slightly, his eyes staying on Blackwood for a moment, as if he wanted to see something from the unidentified smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Do you think I'll make this deal with them for nothing?"

Blackwood chuckled and patted the small bag around his waist, a hint of compassion in his voice.

"I've got what I want."

Dumbledore nodded, assuming his answer.

The two men fell silent for a brief moment, only the vague voices and wind coming from afar filled the silence.

After a long time, Blackwood finally spoke again, his tone with a little confusion and temptation.

"You really want to go? I think...this is not a good choice, after all--"

He paused, a trace of rare panic appeared on his face, as if he had remembered something extremely uneasy.

"If all goes well, Lord Tindaros will take over there."

The name fell into the air like a cold stone plunging into the deep sea, splashing a silent ripples.

But Dumbledore just looked at him calmly, without any fluctuation, and even a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I have a gold medal for avoiding death, so of course I have to go."

Blackwood shook his head helplessly, as if he was too lazy to persuade him again.

"Okay, then you are ready for it yourself. The only thing that can work there is alchemy creation and 'unique'. Want to arrive as quickly as possible and walk the passage where I come out."

After saying that, he raised his wand and waved it gently. The cage-like object in his hand covered with a black cloth made a mechanical sound, and twisted ripples began to appear in the air.

"Finally, goodbye, my old friend. Although... we weren't very familiar with each other for a long time."

Dumbledore nodded slightly and glanced at him deeply, his voice gentle and low.

"Goodbye, time traveler."

Blackwood raised his lips, and the next second, his figure disappeared without a trace in the night, leaving only a faint afterimage of magic, which rotated in the air for a moment, and then disappeared.

Dumbledore stood there, without moving for a long time.

He looked at the Hogwarts Castle in the distance, and the towering building still stood quietly under the night, and the light from the windows was warm and distant.

A trace of indescribable sadness appeared in his eyes.

I don't know how long it took, but he finally took a step and walked towards the castle. His back looked particularly quiet and firm under the snow scene.

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