The God of Ice and Fire at Hogwarts

After handing the white chess piece to Old Barty, Lynn told Old Barty the principle and use of the pocket anchor point.

After learning the preciousness of this pocket anchor, Old Barty stared at the white chess piece in his hand. He was about to say something to Linn, but found that Linn had already left with any door key.

"Is it because of my loyalty?" Old Batty said to himself, "That's a very good evaluation..."

Old Batty slowly raised the chess piece in his hand, which was another "Chariot".

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Among the remaining ten chess pieces, Linn has already decided where to go with the two "Knights" and the two "Prince Guards".

However, Lynn had to wait until Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry started before she could hand them over to their owners.

And at the same time.

Badley Barberton Village.

Outside a neat little stone house located in the garden, two figures, one large and one small, stood here.

These two people are Dumbledore and Harry, and the purpose of their coming here is to invite Horace Slughorn, who lives here, to return to Hogwarts Castle to serve as the wizard for the new school year. Professor of medicine.

As for the original Potions professor, Professor Severus Snape, he was appointed as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for the new school year as he wished.

However, this is not because Professor Snape won out among the applicants, but because, except for Professor Snape, there is not a single wizard in the entire British wizarding world who is willing to serve as a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Professor.

Even if Dumbledore begged his grandfather to sue his grandmother, no one was willing to apply for a job.

After all, it is well known in the British wizarding community that Voldemort cursed the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the real Lord Voldemort has been resurrected and is even quite active. .

No matter how valuable the professorship at Hogwarts is, and no matter how valuable Dumbledore's face is, they can't just risk their lives!

Therefore, Dumbledore had no choice but to choose Professor Snape to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

In front of the small stone house, Harry looked quite nervous, while Dumbledore looked calm and composed.

However, unlike Dumbledore's calm demeanor, he looked a little embarrassed.

The hand holding the wand felt as if all the flesh on it had been roasted dry by the flames, making it dry and blackened.

If the hand hadn't been able to move, Harry would have thought it had been carbonized.

On Dumbledore's other hand, he wore a ring. This was a ring he had never worn before.

The ring looked large and was made of gold, but the workmanship was very rough. It was embedded with a heavy black stone with a crack in the middle.

At this time, Dumbledore walked towards the half-open door on the left side of the small stone house. He said softly: "Harry, pull out your wand and follow me."

Dumbledore's wand lit up with a light, which was a fluorescent spell cast silently, and the two walked into the living room of the small stone house.

But what is surprising is that unlike the neat appearance of the small stone house, this living room looks like a war is going on, and there is a mess in front of you.

A grandfather clock fell to pieces at their feet, its face cracked, and the pendulum lying a little further away, like an abandoned sword; a piano overturned on the ground, its keys scattered everywhere.

There were fragments of a broken chandelier nearby, which looked sparkling under the light of Dumbledore's fluorescent spell; the cushions were scattered everywhere, and they were already shriveled, with feathers stuck out of the cracks. come out. Broken glass and shards of porcelain were scattered all over the floor like powder.

Dumbledore raised the wand in his hand higher, letting the warm light illuminate the wall. The wallpaper was splattered with a lot of dark red sticky stuff, like blood.

Harry frowned and looked around his surroundings.

Although the living room was decorated as the scene of a terrorist attack, Harry, who had experienced countless illusions, quickly discovered the clues.

Harry whispered: "Professor Dumbledore, there is no bloody smell of human blood here!"

From the blood on the wall, Harry could not smell the slightest trace of human blood. The blood gave Harry a feeling more like the blood of a fire dragon.

Such a messy and bloody environment, but without a trace of the bloody smell of human blood, made Harry immediately believe that this place must have been artificially arranged.

As for whether the person who arranged this scene is an enemy or a friend, it's hard to say.

But after seeing the unchanged expression on Dumbledore's face, which even showed a smile, Harry relaxed.

"Looks like he's still here."

Dumbledore said with a smile, looking behind the bulging armchair that had been overturned on the ground.

Before Dumbledore could finish his words, he suddenly took action and thrust the tip of his wand into the cushion of the bulging armchair, which immediately let out a scream.

"Good evening, Horace." Dumbledore stood up straight and greeted with a chuckle.

Harry looked at the armchair without surprise, and saw that the ordinary-looking armchair turned into a fat, bald old man in the blink of an eye.

The fat old man squatted there, rubbing his belly and looking at Dumbledore with his painful, tearful eyes.

"You don't need to prick me so hard with your wand," Slughorn said angrily, struggling to get up, "It hurts me so much!"

The light from the wand illuminated Slughorn's glaring bald head, his bulging eyes, his walrus-like silver-white beard, and the shining buttons on his maroon velvet suit outside his lavender pajamas.

From Harry's perspective, the top of Slughorn's head was less than Dumbledore's chin.

"How did I reveal my secret?"

Slughorn asked gruffly.

Slughorn staggered to his feet, still rubbing his belly.

Hearing this, Dumbledore just smiled slightly and said nothing. Instead, he looked at Harry beside him with admiration.

Dumbledore did not expect that after a year of training with the D.A. Army, Harry's progress would be much greater than he imagined.

Even Dumbledore himself relied on the non-existent Dark Mark to judge that Slughorn was directing and acting on his own, without taking into account the blood on the wall that did not have the smell of human blood. .

Seeing this, Slughorn looked at Harry in surprise and asked, "Did you see through me? How did you see through me?"

Harry said honestly: "The smell of blood, sir! There was a lot of blood splattered on the wall, but from the smell of blood, I can tell that it is not human blood!" (End of Chapter)