Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

"We don't have much time, but there is no reason to refuse a cup of hot tea and dessert." Dumbledore said happily.

He accepted the invitation and followed the Masons into the living room.

Six people gathered around the table and finished the food made by Ivan's mother. Dumbledore and the Masons introduced the current situation in the magic world. They hoped that they would not have to worry too much. They didn't get up until it was almost twelve o'clock. ready to leave.

Ivan is ready, and his and Hermione's salutes are all in his cloth bag.

Since the trip to Egypt last year, Hermione began to hand over her things to Ivan for safekeeping.

After this period of adaptation, Ivan also passed the stage of staring at a girl's underwear for a long time...

In the yard, Harry held Dumbledore's arm tightly as he did before coming here, while Ivan held Hermione, led by Dumbledore, and apparated away together. A few seconds later, they appeared in one place , which looks like the yard of some abandoned village, with an old war memorial in the middle and a few benches.

Dilapidated and backward, time seems to have stood still in this place, allowing the village to stay in a long time ago.

"This way!" Dumbledore wrapped his traveling cloak tightly around his neck and waved.

Walking briskly, he passed an empty tavern and a few houses.

According to the clock of a nearby church, it was exactly midnight.

"By the way, Harry, I forgot to ask just now!" Dumbledore said, "Tell me, your scar, does it still hurt recently?"

Harry subconsciously reached his forehead and touched the lightning-shaped scar.

"No!" he said. "It's incredible that it hasn't hurt since that night at the Ministry."

"Obviously, as we guessed last time, Voldemort realizes that you have been able to access his thoughts and emotions all the time, and he finds it dangerous." Dumbledore said with satisfaction, "Well, he is now using his brain on you Occlusion."

"I can't wait for that," said Harry.

He didn't miss the tormenting nightmares, or the terrifying experience of suddenly gaining insight into Voldemort's mind.

"That's true, but I think it's a wiser choice to take the initiative in your own hands. You should work harder on Occlumency. You can ask Ivan. Occlumency was used once, which is a very practical magic."

Although Ivan didn't tell Dumbledore what happened to him in the cage, he seemed to know something.

Dumbledore has been like this, so incredible, knowing everything...

Chapter 1233 A Magical Accident

Seeing Harry looking at him, Ivan briefly narrated his experience in the sun ruins this time.

Dumbledore interjected from time to time, asking him what he was interested in, mainly about the gods of ancient Egypt.

Harry, like Hermione, was very interested in Ramses II, and was amazed that Ivan could see the pharaoh himself.

"Egypt, those fascinating ancient ruins and amazing power, as well as the past history, are of great reference and reference." Dumbledore sighed, "Voldemort thought he was different, but he Doing a lot of things, but trying to repeat what those wizards did in the past..."

Ivan glanced at Dumbledore thoughtfully, what did he mean by this sentence?

What do you mean, Voldemort is repeating what wizards have done in the past?

Could it be that he was referring to the fact that Voldemort wanted to turn himself into an evil god?

Did Dumbledore have any information?

Dumbledore didn't seem to want to explain or expand on Ivan's question.

He led them through the deserted street, around a corner, past a telephone box and a bus shelter.

"Professor, where the hell are we?" Hermione finally couldn't help asking, "It looks scary around here."

"Oh, this is the charming village of Budley Barberton, Hermione," said Dumbledore. "Unfortunately, we can't visit during the daytime. Believe me, it looks rather scary now, mainly Due to the late night..."

"What are we doing here?"

"Ah, by the way, because Ivan's story is too fascinating, I haven't told you yet." Dumbledore said, "Oh, I can't remember how many times I have said this in recent years, but no Way, now we are short of another teacher. We are here to persuade a retired colleague of mine to come back to work and return to Hogwarts."

"Sirius why..." Harry said immediately.

"Sirius has other missions, you should know about it," said Dumbledore.

"He did." Harry nodded and continued, "How can we help, sir?"

"Oh, I think you'll come in handy," said Dumbledore vaguely. "Turn left now, boys."

They walked up a steep, narrow street lined with rows of houses.

The night seemed to be getting colder, and the thick fog mixed with the cold air lingered in this place.

It makes one can't help but hear the dementors, after their defection from Azkaban, they seem to be hiding in this place, hiding behind the house.

"Professor, why can't we just Apparate to your old colleague's house?" Harry asked again.

"Because that would be as rude as kicking open the door of someone's house," said Dumbledore. "Politeness requires us to offer other wizards the chance to refuse us, but most wizarding houses have magic to ward off unwelcome apparitions." Manifesters. Apparition is not allowed in Hogwarts castles or hunting grounds, for example..."

"No cloaking, shapeshifting, or using any Muggle electronics yet," Hermione added.

"You must be the first student who has read "A Piece of Hogwarts School History" carefully, Hermione, but there are many defensive methods and magic that you would not normally use. So, if you want to use Muggles in school I don’t think there will be a big problem with the electrical equipment, of course, the premise is that you need to solve the energy of those equipment.” Dumbledore said, “Now, let’s turn left again.”

Behind them, church bells struck midnight.

Pushing his hands into his pockets because of the cold, Harry found the booklet, which he had hastily stuffed in before he left.

"By the way, have you received such a pamphlet from the Ministry of Magic?" he asked, taking out the pamphlet.

"One for everyone," said Hermione.

"I didn't receive it. It seems that I missed it. What did it say?" Ivan took the booklet.

"It's about security against Death Eaters."

"It's published by the Ministry of Magic, so it's probably useless!" Ivan said, and returned the booklet to Harry.

"Maybe it will do something..."

"I don't think it's useful, they probably copied it from a book," said Dumbledore. "For example, Harry, you didn't ask me which kind of jam I like best, just to test whether I am indeed Dumbledore. Professor Lido, not an imposter."

"Yeah, I didn't…" Harry didn't finish, not sure if he was being criticized.

"For future use, I might as well tell you that my favorite is raspberry jam. Of course, if I were a Death Eater, I'd figure out what jam I like before I pass it off as my own."

"Well, that's right," said Harry, somewhat annoyed that he looked stupid.

"All you need is more experience, Harry, the experience of fighting against Death Eaters and real dark wizards. It takes time to accumulate slowly, not from books." Dumbledore said, as if seeing through What was Harry thinking.

"The Ministry of Magic is wasting time, look at the current bad situation, Scrimgeour doesn't seem to be much better than Fudge," said Hermione.

"Well, this evaluation is not very objective, Hermione, Rufus is more decisive and courageous than Connelly." Dumbledore said, "He is a vigorous and decisive person, and most of his energy after joining the work Committed to dealing with dark wizards, so I will not underestimate Voldemort's power, but I have to admit that the current problems of the Ministry of Magic cannot be solved by changing the minister, and some of his own ideas are also open to discussion."

"But many people died, even Mrs. Burns..."

"Yeah," said Dumbledore softly. "A terrible loss. She was a great wizard, and I think that's right up there."

He raised his finger, and the sleeve slipped off, revealing the hand with Gaunt's ring on it.

Ivan saw the magic rune on the back of Dumbledore's hand at a glance, and noticed his gaze, and Dumbledore put his hand down for a long time.

"Professor, how did you get your hands? These lines on it..."

"It was just an accident, Aiwen. When using some dangerous ancient magic, we are always prone to encounter many unexpected accidents." Dumbledore said, "Fortunately, there is nothing wrong with it..."

no problem?What is a dangerous ancient magic?

Ivan looked at Dumbledore, did he do something this summer vacation?

But the principal didn't say anything, he just smiled gently at Ivan.

After a few minutes they stopped in front of a neat little stone house set in a garden.

"Oh, my! Oh, my, my, my!"

With Dumbledore's amazement, everyone's hearts suddenly sank.

They saw that the hinges of the front door were open and the door hung crookedly.

Ivan curled his lips. If Professor Slughorn is in this house, then the situation in front of him is indeed very confusing.

It makes people think that this place has been attacked, so they have to be vigilant.

Dumbledore looked cautiously at both sides of the street, but there seemed to be no one there.

"Ivan, Harry, Hermione, pull out your wands and follow me." He whispered.

Chapter 1234

In the gloom, Dumbledore opened the front door and walked quickly and quietly up the garden path.

Ivan, Harry, and Hermione hurriedly followed, followed closely behind.

Ahead, Dumbledore slowly pushed open the front door, wand raised, ready to strike.

"Lumos!" The tip of her wand lit up, revealing a narrow hallway with an open door to the left.

Dumbledore, holding his shiny wand aloft, walked into the living room first.

There is a mess in front of him, it seems that he has just experienced a tragic battle not long ago.

A grandfather clock shattered at their feet, its face cracked, its pendulum lying a little farther off like an abandoned sword, and at the far end of the living room a piano was overturned, its keys scattered about, and nearby And the fragments of a broken chandelier gleamed, and cushions were thrown here and there, deflated, with feathers poking out of their rips, and shards of glass and china scattered like powder.

Dumbledore raised his wand higher, illuminating the wall.

It can be seen that there are many dark red sticky things splashed on the wallpaper, which are blood stains.

Ivan looked around, with his wand raised high, looking for the figure of Slughorn among the ruins.

Hermione stood behind him, her body trembling slightly from tension.

Harry gasped softly, as if frightened by the scene in front of him, Dumbledore heard it and looked around.

"It's not pretty, is it?" he said gravely. "There's been a terrible thing happening here."

Dumbledore walked cautiously into the middle of the room, examining the shattered fragments at his feet.

"Is it a Death Eater?"

"It must have been them, Hermione, there might have been a fight and then, later they dragged him away, didn't they, Professor?" Harry guessed, trying not to imagine how badly a man was injured, That's why the blood was splattered so high on the wall.

"I don't think so." Dumbledore said calmly, looking behind the overturned bulging armchair, "Evan, what do you think?"

"There is no Dark Mark outside the house, which is abnormal, not like the behavior of Death Eaters." Ivan said, smelling it vigorously, "Also there seems to be alcohol in the air, but I didn't see anyone knocked down. A wine glass or a bottle, the assailant did not take it away, maybe the person we are looking for is still here."

"Ivan, you mean he..."

"Yeah, still here, that's for sure."

"How is it possible, where is he?"

"Not sure yet!" Ivan said, and the light of the wand became stronger again.

He had to admit, Slughorn was well hidden.

Aiwen didn't find anything unusual. He could be sure that the other party was here, but he couldn't remember how Slughorn hid his figure, and he couldn't find the other party.Of course, if Ivan is allowed to use spells to damage the living room a second time, he is sure to force Slughorn out within a second.

"Still here, yes, I think so too."

Before it was too late, Dumbledore shot suddenly and plunged the tip of his wand into the cushion of the bulging armchair, and the chair let out a scream: "Ouch!"

"Good evening, Horace." Dumbledore said and stood up straight again. "Long time no see."

Harry turned his head hastily and opened his mouth wide in surprise, and Ivan and Hermione also looked there in surprise.

It was just an armchair, but in the blink of an eye it turned into a bald, fat old man squatting there.

He rubbed his belly and looked at Dumbledore through one painful, tearful eye.

"You don't need to stab so hard." He said angrily, struggling to get up, "It hurts me to death."

The wand's light illuminated his shining bald head, his bulging eyes, his silver-white beard like a walrus, and the shiny buttons on the maroon velvet dress over his lavender pajamas. He was not tall, The top of his head only reached Dumbledore's chin.

"So, it was the damn Dark Mark that exposed me?" He said gruffly, standing up staggeringly, still rubbing his stomach, and looking at Ivan rudely, his face It seemed surprisingly thick, considering that he had just been spotted pretending to be an armchair.

"My dear Horace!" Dumbledore seemed to find it ridiculous. "Ivan is right. If the Death Eaters really came, they would definitely leave the Dark Mark on the house."

"I just think there's something missing..." He muttered, seemingly a little unconvinced, "Ah, yes, but it's too late, I just adjusted the seat cover when you entered the room, I don't have time. "

"There is still a faint smell of alcohol." Ivan added, "but I didn't see the bottle, which is abnormal."

"Are you a cat, boy, can you smell this?" Slughorn looked at Ivan for a long time, sighed heavily, and blew the tips of both beards up, "Yes Ah, that's right, I happened to be drinking a glass of oak-aged wine just now, and I only have the last bottle left, and I'm not willing to throw it away..."

"Okay, Horace, do you want me to clean it up for you?" Dumbledore asked politely.

"Please," he said curtly.