Allen was sitting in his office. There were two wooden wands and two flaming brooms on his desk. He took out a small kettle from his pocket and heard a soft cough behind him. Allen put the kettle on the table and looked up. The gray-robed wizard, Misrandier, appeared in an oil painting that was originally hung in the room.
"Professor Allen Harris, I just saw Snape enter Dumbledore's headmaster's office," an old voice said.
"Thank you for your hard work." Allen stood up and bowed slightly to thank the portrait out of courtesy. Misrandier bowed back and then left the painting frame.
Then, Allen unscrewed the lid of the kettle and took out a wooden box. He gently twisted a strand of hair in the box and let it fall into the magic potion bottle. The hair quickly merged with the potion in the bottle.
Allen shook the bottle again and pressed his hand on his Sensory Signet. "Luna, they're going to act tonight. We should go now. Come to my place. Luna? Why are you still sleeping? Get up. "
After calling Luna, Allen went to his closet and took out two sets of identical black robes and masks. Luna was already lying in the shadow of the room. After receiving Allen's message, she did not get up from the bed. Instead, she shrunk out from the shadow of the quilt and appeared in Allen's office.
"Why are you sleeping after eating?" Allen quickly leaned over and helped her up. He patted her and teased her. "Try these two temporary wands. Walnut wood and Anka's tail feathers. Have you put on some weight recently?"
At this time, Luna was wearing loose and cute blue plush pajamas, which made her look more cute and lazy than usual. Allen looked at her a few more times and then pointed to the Death Eater's costume and mask. "But it's just right. You don't have to take off your coat to change clothes. Remember to wear a sweater inside. It's by the sea. Don't get snot running again."
Allen picked up the mask and repeatedly applied a few layers of fragrant herbs and a special gauze to filter the poisonous gas. "Drink the compound decoction after changing clothes."
Luna yawned and unzipped the pajamas. The pajamas fell to the ground. "Temporary wand and Death Eater mask. Why not just use Transfiguration? Are you afraid that Dumbledore will have the strength to show his true form? "
It doesn't matter if he can guess it's me from the insulting letter I deliberately left behind from Sirius. After all, it's not right for us to rob other people's things. At least we can't leave something for others to point at. "Allen made a mask and began to make another one." If you get two Sacred Artifacts of Death, will Death have any additional reaction? "
"I'm not sure, but he will put more energy on us." Luna shook her finger gently and put on an ordinary sweater that was not high-collared. She struggled to get her head out of the collar of the blue sweater. "I don't know what he will do. But God's concept of time is different from ordinary people. His urgency is slow enough for mortals. I think he will make a more reliable plan before he acts."
Seeing that the witch's hair was messed up because of the clothes, Allen took out a comb of the same style as the one he used before. He didn't care that they had to take the compound decoction later and combed Luna's light blonde hair. But after a while, Luna, who was enjoying it, suddenly frowned. She scratched her neck with her hand and pulled at her clothes. She seemed to be a little uncomfortable.
"What's wrong? Not feeling well? "Seeing Luna's action, Allen stopped combing and asked with concern.
"I suddenly couldn't breathe." Luna shook her head. "It's nothing. It's just an illusion. Don't worry, Death is not that powerful."
"Wait until we get the old wand …" Allen muttered. "Luna, should we take away Harry's invisibility cloak? To avoid future troubles? After that, I will give him a new invisibility cloak made of invisible animal skin every few years as compensation. Anyway, he will only use it when he violates the school rules or goes on adventures … "
"There's no need for that. I haven't gotten the old wand and I haven't mastered its power. If we put the three Sacred Weapons of Death together now, I don't know what will happen. Don't forget that the legend of being the God of Death's master is not necessarily true. Instead, it may be used by Death. " Luna played with the mask in her hand. "As long as we have the Lifestone and the old wand, my understanding of Death's divine power is enough for us to sense its location with the divine power that maintains Harry's invisibility cloak forever. It won't be lost."
"Speaking of which, my recent research in the Department of Mysteries seems to have made some progress in the study of prophecy and fate. It's easier to know things through divination now." Allen continued to comb his hair. "After tonight, I'll find some time to exchange my insights with you. I found that these subjects seem to be related to each other."
"Oh, I thought it would be harder for you to master this since you don't have divine power …" Luna looked up at Allen with bulging eyes. "It seems that you have some talent in prophecy. When I come back, I'll help you with a ritual to make it easier for your eye to make prophecies. By the way, Allen …"
"What?"
"There's a big lump of booger in your left nostril."
While they were fooling around in the professor's office, Harry hid behind a thick pillar under the spiral staircase in the principal's office and watched Dumbledore and Snape talking on the balcony.
Although he was curious about what they were talking about, he obeyed Dumbledore's instructions and waited below.
On the balcony, the wind blew Dumbledore and Snape's robes.
Harry couldn't help but poke his head out from behind the pillar and saw that the two seemed to have started arguing. He couldn't restrain his curiosity and quietly took two steps up. Suddenly, he saw Snape angrily flinging his magic robe behind him and quickly running down the stairs, bumping into Harry who was poking his head out.
Snape's cold and empty eyes were burning with anger. He paused slightly and glared at Harry. A few seconds later, Snape hurriedly left Harry's side. Harry turned around and could only see Snape's billowing robe disappear around the corner.
When Snape passed by, the smell carried by the air reached his nose. It was the same smell as Harry's. Harry scratched his head and was a little puzzled. "Snape also ate the mutton soup?"
After Snape left, Harry walked up to the balcony. Dumbledore turned around and looked at Harry's face with the better light than downstairs. "Oh, Harry, you should shave."
Harry touched the stubble on his chin embarrassedly.
"Friend, you know? Sometimes I forget that you've grown so much. " Dumbledore clasped his hands behind his back, his voice a little sad. "Sometimes I can still see the little boy in the closet. Forgive me for moaning, Harry, I'm an old man. "
"In my opinion, you haven't changed at all, Professor." Harry hurriedly comforted him.
"You're just like your mother. You're always so kind. I'm afraid no one will ignore that." Dumbledore blinked and then his face turned serious. "The place we're going to tonight is extremely dangerous …"
Dumbledore walked out of the window and looked at the dark sky in the distance. "You'll go with me later, but Harry, you have to promise me that you will not hesitate to carry out all my instructions during the operation. No matter what happens, you must resolutely carry it out and never stop halfway. Do you understand what I mean? "
Harry widened his eyes and looked directly at Dumbledore, hoping to let him see the determination in his eyes. "Yes, Professor."
However, Dumbledore still seemed to be worried about Harry's promise. He added, "If I tell you to hide, you hide. If I tell you to run, you run. If I tell you to ignore me and save yourself, you have to do it."
The wind blew Dumbledore's long white hair. He straightened his back and looked at Harry seriously, not letting go of any changes in his expression.
They looked at each other for a while. Harry didn't say anything and just nodded firmly. Although Dumbledore's request made things difficult for Harry, he didn't want to lose the opportunity to accompany Dumbledore.
In his heart, Harry warned himself that this time he must strictly follow Dumbledore's instructions. He couldn't be careless like last time when Dumbledore gave him the assignment of finding a way to obtain Horace Slughorn's memories. He had to do it. Otherwise, it was very likely that he would destroy Dumbledore's arrangements.
"I want you to promise, Harry," Dumbledore emphasized again.
"I promise." Harry, who had made up his mind, clenched his fists and said from the bottom of his heart. He would carry out Dumbledore's instructions to the letter. No matter what happened, he would never stop or change the plan midway.
Dumbledore stretched out his arm and said, "Hold my arm."
"Hogwarts aren't anti-illusion … Oh, Professor, you also removed the ban on Transfiguration Phantom in the principal's office?" Harry asked, "Just like when we have Transfiguration Phantom class?"
"Haha, being a principal naturally has its benefits." Dumbledore's expression became lighter.
Harry reminded himself to close his eyes to avoid dizziness. He took a deep breath and turned around. He raised his hand and grabbed Dumbledore's forearm. The two figures instantly disappeared from the Hogwarts.
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