Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

In darkness, Dumbledore pushed open the front door and walked quietly onto the garden trail.

Ivan, Harry and Hermione followed suit.

In front, Dumbledore slowly pushed open the front door, holding the wand in his hand, ready to strike.

“Fluorescent flashes!” The top of her wand lit up, reflecting a narrow porch and an open door on the left.

The Dumbledore Heights led the way into the living room with a bright wand.

It was a wretch and seemed to have just gone through a fierce battle a short time ago.

An old man's clock broke at their feet, the clock cracked, the clock lay a little further away, like an abandoned sword, at the end of the living room, a piano tumbled over the floor, the keys scattered around, and there was a fragment of a broken chandelier flashing nearby, the mat was thrown everywhere messy, it had shredded, feathers drilled out of the crack, broken glass and chipped porcelain pieces sprinkled the ground like powder.

Dumbledore raised the wand higher and illuminated the wall.

As you can see, there are many dark red sticky things on the wallpaper that are stained with blood.

Ivan looked around and raised his wand to find Slughorn in the ruins.

Hermione stood behind him because she was nervous and her body was shaking slightly.

Harry whispered and seemed scared by the image in front of him. Dumbledore heard it and looked in four times.

“It's not very nice, is it?” He said heavily, "There's been a horror here. ”

Dumbledore walked carefully into the middle of the house and looked carefully at the fragments at his feet.

“Death Eaters? ”

“It must have been them, Hermione, maybe there was a fight, and then they dragged him away, didn't they, Professor?” Harry speculated that he tried not to imagine how badly a person had been injured before he would have splashed that blood so high on the wall.

“I don't think so.” Dumbledore calmly said, looking behind the armchair of the drum bag on the floor, “What do you think, Ivan? ”

“There is no Dark Demon mark outside the house, which is unusual and not like the way the Death Eaters behave. Ivan said," Smell it hard, “and the air seemed to smell like alcohol, but I didn't see the glass or bottle that hit me, and the attacker was wrong to take it away, maybe the person we were looking for is still here. ”

“Evan, you mean him...”

“Yeah, still here, definitely. ”

“How is it possible, where is he? ”

“Not sure yet!” Evan says the wand's light has gotten stronger.

He has to admit, Slughorn is hiding very well.

Ivan didn't find anything unusual, he could make sure he was here, but he couldn't remember how Slughorn hid his figure and couldn't find him. Of course, if Ivan was allowed to use magic to destroy the living room a second time, he was confident that Slughorn would be forced out within a second.

“Still here, yeah, that's what I thought. ”

As soon as it was too late, Dumbledore suddenly made a move and stuck the wand tip in the armchair seat cushion of the drum bag. The chair screamed: "Oops! ”

“Good evening, Horace.” Dumbledore said to stand tall again, "Long time no see. ”

Harry turned his head in haste and opened his mouth wide in surprise, as did Ivan and Hermione.

It was still an armchair, and the blink turned into a bald, fat old man squatting there.

He rubbed his stomach and squeezed a painful, tearful eye at Dumbledore.

“You don't have to be so hard.” He climbed up furiously, "it hurts me. ”

The wand lit his bright bald head, his raised eyes, his walrus silver and white beard, and the shiny buttons on that brown purple velvet outfit outside his pale purple pajamas. His head was not tall and his head was only on Dumbledore's chin.

“So it was the fucking Dark Mark that exposed me?” He said coarsely and crudely that he stood up and rubbed his stomach, unnecessarily measuring Ivan, his face seemed amazingly thick, you know, he had just been disguised as an armchair that someone had recognized.

“My dear Horace!” Dumbledore seemed ridiculous, "Ivan was right. If the Death Eaters had really come, they would have left the Dark Devil's mark over the house. ”

“I thought there was something else missing...” He muttered, seemed a little uncomfortable, "Ah, yeah, but it wasn't too late, I just adjusted the seat covers, you guys went in, I don't have time. ”

“There is also a hint of alcohol.” Ivan added, "but I didn't see the bottle, which is unusual. ”

“Are you a cat, boy? Can you smell that?” Slughorn looked at Evan for a long time and sighed heavily, blowing both mustache tips, “Yeah, yeah, I was just having a drink, it was an oak aged wine, I only had one last bottle left, I didn't have to pour it...”

“Okay, Horace, do you want me to clean it up for you?” Dumbledore asked politely.

“Please.” He said impolitely.

The next second, they stood back to back.

One tall and thin, one short and fat, and the two unexpectedly waved the wand in unison.

One piece of furniture jumped back to its original position, the ornament restored its original shape in the middle of the sky, the feathers drilled back into the cushion, the damaged books were automatically repaired, neatly arranged on the bookshelf, the oil lamps flew to the small table by the wall, and lit up again, a bunch of broken silver frames flickered across the room, landed on a writing desk, and the weight became bright and new, the room was restored to where it had been damaged, torn, and opened.

The stains on the walls were also automatically wiped clean, as if they had never been stained with blood.

“By the way, what kind of blood is that?” Dumbledore asked, the sound overshadowed the bell of the old man who had just been fixed.

“You mean on the wall? It's Dragon Blood.” The other person shouted and answered.

At this point, the chandelier automatically jumped back to the ceiling and the squeaky, ding-dang sounds were deafening.

As the piano finally sounded Ding Dong, the room finally calmed down.

“Yeah, Abbs, Dragon Blood!” The wizard was very excited to say that he finally shook his wand, "you reminded me, this is my last bottle of treasure, and it is currently very expensive on the market. But it might still work, don't waste it. ”

He took heavy steps to the cupboard, picked up a small crystal bottle on the top of the cupboard and looked at the sticky liquid against the light.

“Well, a little dirty.” He sighed as he put the vial back on the cupboard.

It was only then that his eyes turned to Evan, Harry and Hermione.

“Albus, late at night, you lead these young men to me, you want to throw a party?! ”

“Well, I think we should at least have a drink.” Dumbledore said, "For the past time. ”