Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures Chapter 1304: Cat-like

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In the dark, Dumbledore pushed open the front door and walked quietly to the garden path.

Ivan, Harry, and Hermione hurried to keep up, followed closely.

In front, Dumbledore slowly opened the front door, holding wand(s) in his hand, ready to attack at any time.

"Lumos!" The top of her wand(s) lit up, reflecting a narrow porch, and an open door on the left.

Dumbledore held the shiny wand(s) high and walked into the living room first.

In front of me is a mess. It seems that I had just experienced a fierce battle not long ago.

A master clock shattered at their feet, the clock face cracked, the pendulum lying a little further away, like an abandoned sword, at the end of the living room, a piano fell to the ground, and the keys were scattered Around, there was a fragment of the chandelier Winky / glittering shattered nearby, the cushion a disorderly mess was thrown everywhere, already deflated, the feathers were drilled from the crack, the broken glass and broken porcelain were sprinkled like powder One place.

Dumbledore lifted wand(s) higher and illuminated the wall.

You can see that there are many dark red sticky things splashed on the wallpaper, which are blood stains.

Ivan looked around, wand(s) lifted high, looking for Slughorn in the ruins.

Hermione stood behind him, her body trembling slightly because of tension.

Harry took a small breath, seeming to be scared by the picture in front of her, Dumbledore heard it, and looked around.

"Not very pretty, is it?" he said heavily, "There is a terrorist incident here."

Dumbledore walked carefully to the middle of the room, carefully watching the broken fragments at the feet.

"Is it Death Eater(s)?"

"It must be them, Hermione, maybe there was a fight, and later, they dragged him away, aren't they, Professor?" Harry guessed, he tried not to imagine how seriously injured a person was Only then will those blood stains be splashed on such a high wall.

"I don't think so." Dumbledore said quietly, looking towards the back of the bulging armchair, "Ivan, what do you think?"

"There is no the Dark Mark outside the house, which is very abnormal, unlike the behavior style of Death Eater(s)." Ivan said, sniffing hard, "And there seems to be alcohol in the air, but I did not see the knocked down goblet or Bottle, the attacker took the this thing wrong, maybe the person we are looking for is still here. "

"Ivan, you mean him ..."

"Yeah, still here, it must be so."

"How is it possible, where is he?"

"I'm not sure yet!" Ivan said, and the wand(s)'s light has become stronger.

He must admit that Slughorn hides well.

Ivan did n’t find anything abnormal. He could be sure that the other party was here, but he could n’t remember how Slughorn concealed his body, and he could n’t find the other party. Of course, if Ivan is allowed to use spells to destroy the living room a second time, he is sure to force Slughorn out within a second.

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

When it was too late, then Dumbledore suddenly shot, plunging the tip of wand(s) into the cushion of the bulging armchair. The chair made a scream: "Ouch!"

"Good evening, Horace." Dumbledore said and stood up straight again, "I haven't seen you for a long time."

Harry turned her head hurriedly, opened her mouth in surprise, and Ivan and Hermione also looked there in surprise.

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

He rubbed his belly and narrowed a painful, tearful eye at Dumbledore.

"You don't have to be so cruel." He said angrily, climbing up hard, "It hurts me."

wand(s) illuminates his bright bald head, puffed eyes, walrus-like silver-white beard, and the bright Winky's button on the maroon velvet dress outside his lilac pajamas. High, with only the chin on the top of the head and Dumbledore.

"So, was that **** the Dark Mark exposed me?" he said roughly, standing up staggeringly, still rubbing his belly, looking at Ivan with impunity, his cheeks It seems amazingly thick, you know, he just saw it through as an armchair.

"My dear Hollas!" Dumbledore seems to be ridiculous. "Ivan is right. If Death Eater(s) is really here, the Dark Mark will definitely be left over the house."

"I think there are still shortcomings ..." He mumbled, it seemed a little unconvincing, "Ah, yes, but it was too late, I just adjusted the seat cover, you entered the house, I No time. "

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

"Are you a cat, kid, can you smell it?" Slughorn looked at Ivan for a long time, sighed heavily, and twirled both beard tips, "Yeah, that's right. I just had a drink. It was oak aged wine. I only have the last bottle left, so I don't want to dump it ..."

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

"Please." He said politely.

The next second, they stood up back to back.

One is tall and thin, one is short and fat, but the two are waving wand(s) unexpectedly in unison.

The pieces of furniture jumped back to their original positions, the decorations were restored to their original shape in mid-air, the feathers were re-drilled back into the cushions, the damaged books were automatically repaired, and they were neatly arranged on the bookshelves. The small table by the wall was relighted, and a bunch of broken silver picture frames Winky / glittering flickered to the end of the room and landed on a writing desk. It became shiny again, and the room was damaged and torn. The cracked and widened places are all Reparo.

The stains on the wall are also wiped off automatically, as if there were no blood stains.

"By the way, what kind of blood is that?" Dumbledore asked, his voice overshadowing the pendulum of the newly repaired master clock.

"You mean on the wall? It's Huo Dragon blood." The other party shouted and answered.

At that moment, the chandelier automatically jumped back to the ceiling, and the creaking, tinkering sound was deafening.

With the final sound of Ding Dong from the piano, the room finally came down with quiet.

"Yeah, Albus, fire Dragon blood!" wizard(s) Tan Xing said very strongly, and finally jittered the wand(s), "You remind me, this is the last bottle in my collection, and the price on the market is prohibitively expensive. , Maybe it works, do n’t waste it. "

He walked to the sideboard with heavy steps, picked up a small crystal bottle on the top of the cabinet, and carefully looked at the viscous liquid in the light.

"Well, it's a little dirty." He put the vial back on the sideboard and sighed.

At this time, his eyes turned back to Ivan, Harry and Hermione.

"Albus, in the evening, you are leading these young people to come to me, do you want to have a party?"

"Well, I think we must have at least a drink." Dumbledore said, "for the past."