Seeing that Harry was looking at him, Elwyn briefly recounted his experience in the Sun ruins.
Dumbledore interjected from time to time, asking what he was interested in, mainly about the ancient Egyptian gods.
Like Hermione, Harry was very interested in Ramesses II and marveled that Elwyn could see the Pharaoh in person.
"Egypt, those fascinating ancient ruins and amazing power, as well as the lost history, are very useful for reference and reference," Dumbledore sighed. Dumbledore sighed. "Voldemort thinks he's different, but a lot of what he's done is just an attempt to repeat what the wizards of the past have done …"
Elwyn looked at Dumbledore thoughtfully. What did he mean by that?
What did he mean by the Lord Voldemort is repeating what the wizards of the past have done?
Could it be that he was referring to the fact that the Lord Voldemort wanted to turn himself into an evil god?
Did Dumbledore have some kind of information?
Dumbledore did not seem to want to explain or elaborate on Elwyn's doubts.
He led them through the deserted streets, turned a corner, and passed a phone booth and a bus shelter.
"Professor, where are we?" Hermione finally could not help but ask. "The neighborhood looks scary."
"Oh, this is the charming village of Bardley Barberton, Hermione," said Dumbledore. Dumbledore said. "Unfortunately, we cannot visit during the day. Believe me, this place looks more frightening now, mainly because of the late night …"
"What are we doing here?"
"Ah, yes, because the story of Elwyn is too fascinating, I haven't told you yet," said Dumbledore. Dumbledore said. "Well, I can't remember how many times I've said this over the last few years, but it can't be helped. We're short of a teacher again. We're 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 tasks. You should know about this," said Dumbledore.
"He did say that." Harry nodded and continued to ask, "What can we do to help, sir?
"Oh, I think you'll come in handy," Dumbledore said vaguely. "Now turn left, children."
They walked up a steep, narrow street with rows of houses on both sides.
The night seemed to get colder, and the thick fog mixed with the cold air lingered in this place.
They couldn't help but think of the Soul Catchers. After defecting from Azkaban, they seemed to be hiding in this place, behind the house.
"Professor, why can't we just Apparate to your old colleague's house?" Harry asked again.
"Because that's as rude as kicking down someone's front door." Dumbledore said, "Politeness requires us to give other wizards the opportunity to reject us. However, most wizard houses have magic to protect against unwelcome phantoms. For example, the Hogwarts castle and hunting grounds are not allowed to appear … "
"You can't turn invisible, transform, or use any electronic Muggle," Hermione added.
"You must be the first student to seriously finish reading 'A History of the Hogwarts', Hermione. However, there are many defensive methods and magic that you wouldn't normally use. So, if you want to use Muggle's electrical equipment in school, I think there shouldn't be too much of a problem. Of course, the premise is that you have to solve the energy problem for those equipment, "Dumbledore said," Now, let's turn left again. "
Behind them, the church bell tolled midnight.
Because of the cold, Harry put his hand into his pocket. He felt for the booklet that he had hurriedly stuffed into his pocket before he left.
"Oh right, did you receive this booklet from the Ministry of Magic?" he asked, taking out the booklet.
"One for everyone," Hermione said.
"I didn't get it. Looks like I missed it. What does it say?" Elwyn took the booklet.
"It's about the safety measures to deal with Death Eaters."
"It's published by the Ministry of Magic, so it's probably useless!" Elwyn said, returning the booklet to Harry.
"Maybe it'll be useful …"
"I don't think it's useful. They probably copied it from a book." Dumbledore said, "For example, Harry, you didn't ask me what kind of jam I like the most to test if I'm really Professor Dumbledore and not an imposter."
"Yeah, I didn't …" Harry didn't finish his sentence. He wasn't sure if he was being criticized or not.
"For the sake of future use, I might as well tell you that my favorite is raspberry jam. Of course, if I were a Death Eater, I would definitely find out what kind of jam I like before passing it off as my own. "
"Yeah, that's right," Harry said, a little annoyed. He felt that he was being very stupid.
"You just need more experience, Harry. Experience fighting against Death Eaters and real Dark Wizards takes time to accumulate, not from a booklet," Dumbledore said, as if he could see what Harry was thinking.
"The Ministry of Magic is wasting time. Look at the terrible situation now. Compared to Foggy, Scrimgeour doesn't seem to be doing much better," Hermione said.
"Yeah, that's not very objective. Hermione, Rufus is more decisive and bold than Cornelius," Dumbledore said. Dumbledore said, "He is a man of swift and decisive action. After joining the work, most of his energy is devoted to dealing with the Dark Wizards, so he will not underestimate Voldemort's power. But I have to admit, the current problems of the Ministry of Magic cannot be solved by changing a minister, and some of his ideas are also open to discussion."
"But a lot of people died, even Mrs. Bowens …"
"Yeah." Dumbledore said softly, "A terrible loss. She's a great wizard. I think she's up there."
He raised his hand to show the way, and his sleeve slid down, revealing the hand with Gunter's ring.
Elwyn saw the magic runes on the back of Dumbledore's hand at a glance. Noticing his gaze, Dumbledore put down his hand for a long time.
"Professor, how did you do that? The lines on it … "
"It's just an accident, Elwyn. When we use some dangerous ancient magic, we often encounter unexpected accidents," Dumbledore said. "Fortunately, it's fine …"
Is there no problem? What does a dangerous ancient magic mean?
Elwyn looked at Dumbledore. Did he do something this summer?
But the principal didn't say anything. He just smiled gently at Elwyn.
A few minutes later, they stopped in front of a neat little stone house in the garden.
"Oh, my God! Oh, my God, my God! "
Hearing Dumbledore's exclamation, everyone's heart sank.
They saw that the front door was unhinged, and the door was hanging crookedly.
Elwyn twitched his mouth. If Professor Slughorn was in this house, then the situation in front of them was indeed confusing.
It would make people think that this house was under attack, and they had to be vigilant.
Dumbledore looked cautiously on both sides of the street. There seemed to be no one around.
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