v2 Chapter 682： Dumbledore’s self-blame (1/2)

Now, there are only three people in Dumbledore, Avon, and Harry in the house.

Harry looked a bit cautious, Dumbledore was tired, and dealing with Fudge seemed not so easy.

Ai Wen knows very well that although Dumbledore can ignore the opinions of the Ministry of Magic, he will not do so unless he has to.

Because doing so will undoubtedly make everything worse, so he will get the support of Fudge and the Ministry of Magic as much as possible.

But it's really hard, and Fudge is becoming more and more difficult to meet and compromise...

The first thing he needs to consider is his status and power, and then it is the other.

”Do you guys have anything to tell me?!” Dumbledley said, turning to look at Avon and Harry. ”But I suggest that before that, it's best to eat something first, I want you to come over. I must have had breakfast at the time!”

He waved his wand and milk and sandwiches appeared on the table.

Dumbledore sat down in the chair behind the table, indicating that Avon and Harry were sitting opposite him.

As they ate, his gaze shifted to the door that was not closed, and it seemed that he had guessed what had happened.

”Professor!” Harry explained in a panic, swallowing the food in his mouth. ”When we came in, the door was open...”

”So we accidentally saw the meditation pot inside!” Ai Wen added, ”And your memory!”

”I can understand that when Fudge arrived, I was using it. I rushed to collect it, presumably it was not closed, it would naturally attract your attention.” Dumbledore said calmly, from half moon shape Above the lens, I stared at two people. ”Curiosity is not a sin, but I have to say one more thing. We should be careful when we are curious. Especially you, Ai Wen, don't touch too much with things you don't understand. Really...”

”I know!” Ai Wen nodded. What did Dumbledore mean? !

Are those dangerous black magic, or the devil in the basement, or a terrible evil god? !

”Good!” Dumbledore smiled again.

He walked over to open the door and put the meditation pot over and placed it on the table in front of them.

The things in the basin changed back to a silver-white state, and they swirled in front of their eyes.

”I think you should know, this meditation pot!” said Dumbledore, and sat down again. ”Sometimes I feel that I have too many thoughts and memories in my mind, I need to use it to help me sort out clearly. Into the basin, take a good look when you have time. You know, in this state it is easier to see their form and their connection.”

Under the watchful eyes of Avon and Harry, he inserted the tip of his wand into his silver hair, near the sun.

When he pulled out his wand, it seemed to stick some hair on the tip of the stick. It was a silvery white material like a pot.

Dumbledore added this new idea to the basin, holding the meditation basin with his long hands and turning.

Like the gold digger turning the sand table, gradually, Snape's face appeared in the stone basin.