Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Voldemort looked at Snape affectionately.

Snape nodded, "I'll do my best."

"But Dumbledore isn't that easy to deal with."

Voldemort tilted his head, walked back to the table and sat down: "Do you know Dumbledore's past?"

Snape shook his head.

Voldemort waved his wand lightly, and several pieces of parchment flew out, hovering around them: "That's right, you are a young man, and you don't know the past of the older generation."

"I just figured out something recently."

Speaking of this, the wand pointed forward, and a piece of parchment was fixed.

On it is a line of fairy-tale poems, and a symbol—a symbol of triangles, circles, and lines.

"I've never taken fairy tales seriously," said Voldemort softly. "Who would believe something that was invented just to trick children."

"It turns out that I did have some negligence."

"The treasures given to the three brothers by the god of death, that is, the three holy artifacts of the god of death, they do exist."

"I made one of the horcruxes, and the ring of the Gaunt family that has been destroyed is the resurrection stone in the three deadly artifacts."

Snape stood silently.

"Aren't you curious about that thing?" Voldemort asked him, and their eyes met again.

Snape replied, "Dumbledore told me, but Potter and the other professors never let me or Dumbledore touch that thing."

Voldemort was startled, gritted his teeth: "Potter?"

"Dumbledore and Potter found the ring together." Snape nodded. "Dumbledore almost put it on, but he was beaten up by Potter so he couldn't put it on."

"Nearly." Voldemort said the word.

"I really hate Potter more and more."

"On that ring, I cast a beautiful curse, and I said how could Dumbledore."

"I admit that he is great, but in these matters, he is very weak, weaker than ordinary people."

"I'll just say"

"Did you know? From what I know of Dumbledore, if it weren't for Potter, he would have died."

"Just a little bit, just a little bit."

Voldemort was stunned, and with a wave of his wand, the parchments flew away again, and fell back on the table to be neatly stacked.

"Severus, I can tell you something about Dumbledore's past." After everything was put away, Voldemort looked at Snape again and said softly, "Only if you fully understand what kind of person you are dealing with , you can find a way to deal with him."

Voldemort knew a lot.

Who wouldn't be curious about the greatest White Wizard of the century?

In particular, this white wizard had a close relationship with the greatest black wizard at that time.

No matter how strong and ruthless Tom is, he will be curious.

Snape listened, bit by bit, everything in his head was being made up.

Hogwarts.

Under Harry's knife-like, colder eyes, Dumbledore finally couldn't sit still, stood up, and followed Harry helplessly.

Apparate.

Dumbledore chose this most convenient way to travel, and it was also Harry's least favorite way to travel.

After a snap—

They appeared on a reef, more than a hundred meters away from the shore. The salty sea breeze was blowing, rolling waves and beating, the moonlight was dim, and the dark clouds hid it layer by layer. Painted, with a huge and inexplicable attraction, wishing to swallow all the things on the sea.

"How's the view here?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry looked up.

In the clouds, water vapor and lightning are bred.

He flicked his wand slightly.

Thunder roared and raindrops fell.

"That's good." Harry was expressionless, and cast a rain-proof spell on the two of them. "The orphanage still has funds to take the children on a long voyage?"

He had never seen an orphanage in this world.

Can.

No matter which world you are in, this rule should be universal. The meaning of the existence of the orphanage is to ensure the survival of those children, not their lives—in other words, what they have to do is to ensure that the children can survive , As for what kind of life you can live, it doesn't matter.

There is nothing better than being alive.

If you have money to improve the lives of your children, it is better to adopt a few more children.

Dumbledore shook his head: "Of course not. In fact, those who can't do magic can do much better than those of us who can. Their government mandates that every orphanage must guarantee children's grammar education, and An annual trip."

"This orphanage is no exception."

"They took their children to travel to a village not far away."

"Tom Rieker probably brought some of his little friends at the time."

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment and looked into the distance: "Of course, his climbing here is just the beginning. His destination and our destination are farther away."

Dumbledore led the way, and Harry followed him.

They walked to the edge of the rock, stepped on the jagged crevices, and Dumbledore was very old, and it was difficult even to hold on to those slippery crevices and stones, but he was very magical and could shelter him. It looked like It's the same as crawling down normally.

"You might as well just fall down with magic." Harry jumped down steadily.

Dumbledore stretched his waist: "I also want to try the exciting way."

"Are you so excited?" Harry sighed angrily.

Dumbledore nodded seriously: "Of course it's exciting."

Harry said helplessly, "As long as you like it."

Dumbledore took a few steps forward and waved his wand.

Fluorescent flashes!

On the cliff, a crack deeper than the sea surface was stuck at the bottom of the cliff.

"There." Dumbledore pointed.

Harry pulled out a strong flashlight from the Sorting Hat, and it lit up the area brilliantly.

Dumbledore was taken aback for a moment, and slowly retracted his wand.

"Ordinary people's things are very useful." The corners of Harry's mouth curled up slightly.

Dumbledore agreed: "Yes, I, an old man, did not expect these things. Obviously, I have seen many good things during my travels in the past few months."

With a flick of his wand, he turned a pebble into a canoe.

"Of course, there are times when magic cannot be replaced." He stepped into the canoe.

Harry followed.

The wooden boat floated forward slowly, and as soon as it entered the crack, the whole corridor suddenly opened up.

"This reef is actually hollow." Harry was a little surprised. "It doesn't look like that from the outside, and the feeling of stepping on it is not like that."

Dumbledore shook his head and lowered his voice: "Harry, do you remember what I taught you?"

"Where there is magic, there must be traces."

"Close your eyes and feel it."

Harry listened to him, closed his eyes, and stretched out his hand, sensing the vicinity.

A moment later, in the pitch-black field of vision, blue veins like thunder streaks suddenly flashed across, just for a moment, the heart beat a little, and then disappeared quickly.

"See?" Dumbledore smiled immediately.

Harry nodded.

"Harry, your biggest shortcoming now is that you are too young." Dumbledore said softly, "Tom was not very strong at this time, but he was very experienced in casting spells, and he hid it very deeply, but he couldn't hide it completely. live magic."

Harry shook his head.

Dumbledore was taken aback: "Don't you agree?"

"For example, the magic on that ring can be said to be completely hidden from you." Harry said with a blank expression.

Dumbledore snapped and covered his face: "No, Harry, we won't mention it, didn't you find out?"

Harry chuckled.

The boat soon reached the end, which was a huge cave.

Harry was proficient at using the witcher's senses to probe.

There are no living things.

Not to mention the magical animals that should invade this area to live, there are no ordinary creatures, and it is extremely clean.

The magic vein flashed again. Of course, what is more eye-catching is what kind of wall is hidden in the void.

"Already discovered?" Dumbledore was surprised.

Harry nodded and raised his wand: "It's too obvious. I'm not talking about its magic, but its way of being."

In nature, there is no such unnatural wall.

Moreover, it is clean, without any traces of being eroded by sea wind or sea water.

A phantom of an arched door appeared, white light burst out in the blink of an eye, and there was a rumble. The wall tried hard to open, but no matter how hard it tried, the final result did not change.

"It's a contract." Dumbledore and Harry said in unison.

"He's very smart." Dumbledore sighed, "He actually came up with this way to make a contract with this sea area and this reef. Unless I want to destroy everything here, I can't open this door. "

"What else is hidden in the wall, Fiendfire?" Harry stroked the wall, "Oh, not only that, but also some weird things."

Dumbledore nodded: "So we need a little price."

He fumbled in his pocket, took out a silver knife that was often used in Potions class, and rolled up his sleeves again.

"I think you should leave this matter to me. Who knows if at your age, you will suddenly die suddenly due to lack of blood." Harry pressed his hand.

Dumbledore shook his head with a firm attitude: "No, Harry, it can't be like this."

"Although it seems that it is more suitable for you to come, but...we are different."

"Your blood is worth more than mine."

"And I've been here last time, and I've tried it once. This wall will store the visitor's blood. I've already been stored once. It doesn't matter a little more. Tom, Tom, what a cunning creature."

"Harry."

He looked straight into Harry's eyes, his deep blue eyes shining with sincerity.

Harry drew his hand back.

Dumbledore's silver knife wiped his wrist, blood sprayed out and splashed on the wall.

There was a bang.

The phantom of the arch reappeared, did not disappear, and became solid. The stones on the wall moved, and soon they were completely assembled, filling the phantom.

"Let's go."

Dumbledore cast a healing spell for himself, leaving another ugly and hideous scar on his arm, and stepped on the light from Harry's flashlight, walking deep.

Inside the arch is a dead, dark freshwater lake.

In the lake water, the demon hunter's sensory feedback was that it was empty, and there was nothing there, only some viscous and terrifying aura remained.