v2 Chapter 1302： Slughorn (2/2)

”Harry, how are you? You don't look too good?” Hermione asked.

”It's not very good.” Harry muttered, rubbing his ears hard, ”because of the apparition.”

He felt his ears and seemed to reluctantly leave the women's road.

”This feeling needs to adapt slowly. You need to drink something now. Come on, my mother prepared tea.” Ai Wen took Harry and walked inside the house. ”You are already familiar with her, you are welcome. Just like here is your own home.”

Harry hurriedly greeted Avon's parents, and Mrs. Mason asked about Harry's situation in the past year.

Also, I don't like the Christmas gift she sent.

Mr. Mason invited Dumbledore to the guesthouse. Ivan found that the two of them were talking about the plants in the garden. It was obvious that his father was not very suitable to communicate with a wizard, but he did not want to be cold. profitable.

”We don't have much time, but there is no reason to refuse to drink a cup of hot tea and dessert.” Dumbledore said happily.

He accepted the invitation and followed the Masons into the living room.

Six people gathered around the table to finish what Avon's mother had done. Dumbledore and Mason introduced the current situation in the magic world. I hope they don't have to worry too much. They will not get up until 12 o'clock. Ready to leave.

Alvin is ready, and he and Hermione's salute are in his cloth.

Ever since she traveled to Egypt last year, Hermione began to hand over her things to Avon.

After this period of adaptation, Ai Wen also stared at a girl's underwear for a long time at that stage...

In the yard, Harry grabbed Dumbledore's arm as tightly as he did before, and Avon took Hermione, dragged by Dumbledore, and phantoms left, and after a few seconds they showed up in one place. It is like a courtyard of an abandoned village with an old war memorial in the middle and several benches.

Devastated and backward, time seems to have stagnated in this place, leaving the village a long time ago.

”Go here!” Dumbledore wrapped his cloak tightly around his neck and waved his hand.

He walked briskly through an empty tavern and several houses.

From the clock on a nearby church, the time is exactly midnight.

”Right, Harry, I just forgot to ask!” said Dumbledore. ”Tell me, your scar, is it still hurting recently?”

Harry subconsciously reached his forehead and touched the lightning-shaped scar.

“No!” he said. “It’s incredible since the Ministry of Magic’s night, it’s not hurting.”

”Obviously, as we guessed last time, Voldemort realized that you have always been able to enter his thoughts and emotions. He thinks this is very dangerous.” Dumbledore said with satisfaction, ”Well, he now uses the brain for you.” Closed surgery.”

”I can't wait like this,” said Harry.

He does not miss those nightmares that afflict people, nor the terrible experiences of suddenly understanding the psychological activities of Voldemort.

”It is true, but I think it is a wise choice to take the initiative in your own hands. You should try harder on the brain closure. You can ask Ai Wen, this time in his trip to Egypt. This is a very useful magic when using brain closure.”

Although Avon did not tell Dumbledore what happened to him in the cage, he seemed to know something.

Dumbledore has always been like this, so incredible, knowing everything...