I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 470 Professor Slughorn

The current actual controller of Bank of Access is Owen's grandfather Grindelwald.

This was decades ago.

Although Owen doesn't know what the story is, it is the fact.

When they bought the house more than ten years ago, Owen learned that Grindelwald controlled a British Muggle bank.

And after Owen's words fell.

Vernon's eyes instantly lit up. Like a greedy hunting dog, or a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw.

Then Vernon spoke hesitantly.

He knew clearly that he had to bow his head, but he still acted like I was giving you a chance because of whose sake, and hinted in a roundabout way to Dumbledore that he could allow Harry to stay for another year.

Dumbledore smiled.

Then he stood up from the sofa.

"Looks like we can take our leave now. See you next time," he said to Vernon.

On the other side, Vernon looked a little anxious. He looked at Dumbledore in a panic, but the old headmaster ignored him.

Harry immediately stood up from the sofa and walked out without looking back.

Other little wizards followed.

The living room and sofa immediately returned to their original size.

The Dursley family was left staring.

A group of people disappeared at the intersection of Privet Drive.

No Muggles noticed them.

"Professor, where are we going?"

The surrounding scene suddenly changed.

Everyone realized that they seemed to have arrived at the courtyard of an abandoned village.

In the center stands an old war memorial, as well as several benches.

"Ah, by the way, I haven't told you yet." Dumbledore said, "Because the Federation has established a new department, and your Professor Lupin is going to work in that department, so--I have learned about this in recent years. I have said it many times, but there is nothing we can do. Now we are short of a professor.

We are here to persuade a retired colleague of mine to come back to work and survive to Hogwarts. "

"Um - but Professor, how can we help?" Hermione said briefly at the side.

"No - on the contrary, Miss Granger, you can be of great help."

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

He walked briskly, passing an empty tavern and several houses.

Judging from the clock of a nearby church, the time was about half past one.

It's lunch break time.

"By the way, Harry, I forgot to ask just now," Dumbledore said, "tell me, your scar, is it still hurting recently?"

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

"No," he said. "It hasn't hurt since Brazil, which is incredible."

"Obviously, we guess that he may be aware that you can enter his thoughts and emotions. Of course, he may not be sure yet, but now, he must be using the Occlumency technique with all his strength." Dumbledore said with satisfaction.

"I wish it were so," said Harry.

He didn't miss the tormenting nightmares, nor the horrific insights into Voldemort's mind.

"That's true, but I think you should take the initiative into your own hands. Occlumency is a very useful magic, and you should work hard on it."

"If you could give me a different teacher," Harry said a little indignantly. He had always felt that he had some talent in learning spells. In Hogwarts, except for Owen and Hermione, he was not as talented as anyone else in Hogwarts. Always the quickest to master those defense spells against the dark arts.

Especially the magic tricks that Owen taught them last year.

Whether it was the Armor Counter Spell, the Body Disguise Spell, or Apparition, he had some success.

If it weren't for Snape, he might have mastered Occlumency long ago.

Dumbledore heard Harry's resentment and sighed, "Okay, I'll find you another teacher."

"Huh?" Harry was a little surprised. He just sulked and said casually. Principal Dumbledore wouldn't really find a professor to enter Hogwarts just for him!

Can he be that important?

"He is indeed the principal's favorite boy." Owen said angrily from the side, "What a great honor."

"Fuck you, Owen." Harry glared at him.

What greeted him was just a burst of ridicule.

Unconsciously, Dumbledore led them down the deserted street, turned a corner, and passed a telephone booth and a bus shelter.

There was something indescribably weird about this small town. The sun was shining brightly at noon, but they didn't feel much smoke and smoke.

It's like you're in a grass grave.

"Professor, where are we?" Hermione finally couldn't help but ask, "It looks scary around here."

"Well, this is the charming village of Barberton, Hermione," said Dumbledore. "Someone cast a spell here to make the Muggles calm."

"Casting spells on Muggles?" Hermione frowned, "This is illegal."

"Yes, it is indeed against the law, but in today's world situation, the Ministry of Magic can only turn a blind eye. Besides, they didn't find out, right?" Dumbledore said noncommittally.

"Turn left, kids," he said.

Immediately, the group of people walked onto a steep, narrow street with rows of houses on both sides.

The surroundings were so quiet, even dead silence was not an exaggeration to describe it.

This reminded Owen of a famous seaside city, Innsmouth.

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

"Because that would be as rude as kicking down the door to someone else's house," said Dumbledore. "Politeness requires us to offer other wizards the opportunity to refuse us, but most wizarding homes are enchanted to ward off unwanted apparitions. Apparition. For example, you cannot Apparate in the castle or hunting grounds of Hogwarts..."

"You are not allowed to use any Muggle electronics yet," Hermione added. But - as she said that, she looked at Owen again, "But obviously, Professor, someone has almost broken your curse."

"Haha." Dumbledore suddenly laughed and looked very proud. "This is a good thing. Of course, although it will cause hidden dangers to our safety, it proves that you are making progress, doesn't it?"

"Besides, Owen's magic is of a special kind and is not universal."

"But what if Voldemort also masters that kind of magic?" Hermione said worriedly.

"Yes, that's what we're concerned about. And that's what the federation is trying to avoid."

"Owen, is this what you are doing this summer vacation?" Harry looked at Owen and asked.

"So be it." The boy said evasively.

"No danger?" Harry asked again.