v2 Chapter 1469： Altar of the devil (1/2)

Harry was not willing to take advantage of Dumbledore, and his heart was like a pot. He didn't understand why Dumbledore would be such a reaction? He was instructed by Snape to explore Malfoy's movements. Has he heard what he said from Snape's mouth? Or is he actually worried, just pretending to be a casual one?

”So, sir!” Ha said in his polite, calm voice, ”You still trust...”

”Well, Harry, I have answered this question with tolerance enough.” Dumbledore said, but the tone is no longer tolerant. ”My answer has not changed. Now, I think we should put our focus back on our eyes. Things are going on.”

Harry stared at Dumbledore and looked back at Evan, hoping for help.

The implied meaning in Dumbledore's tone is that this topic ends here. He does not want to discuss whether Malfoy assassinated him or whether Snape is worthy of trust.

Of course he trusts Snape and knows Malfoy's behavior very well. This is beyond doubt.

To be honest, Ai Wen wanted to ask Dumbledore what he was going to do.

But in the end, I still didn't say anything. When I saw Dumbledore's expression, I knew that I wouldn't answer this question. Now is not the time to say such a thing.

In the few minutes after the end of this topic, the atmosphere was a bit dull.

The surrounding environment also makes everyone not want too much speech, for fear of disturbing the rest of these dead elves.

In this way, they finally stopped in front of the shelf of the incomplete home elf head.

Here is the entrance to the altar of the devil. The skin of the head of the house elf on the shelf presents a strange pale blue, more or less missing an organ or being damaged, like the face of a Mad-Eye, they are squatting Scary light bulb-like eyes, screaming at Evan.

The heads on the shelves are not only hurt, but they also have some kind of unforgettable hatred on their faces.

This kind of expression should not appear on the creatures that are admired by the elves at home. Now it appears to be extraordinarily weird.

No one spoke, even Harry didn't think too much about Dumbledore and Snape or Malfoy.

The nervous heartbeat, the uniform breathing sound, in the quiet and awkward atmosphere, is very clear.

”These house elves have suffered before they were born!” Dumbledore whispered, ”Okay, back, we need to crack the magical institutions that are left here.”

He said, took out his wand and knocked on the head of a house elf.

砰, 砰, 砰, seems to be knocking on the door, the elf’s closed eyes slammed open...

It looked at the six people in front of them, their mouths open and closed, as if they were going to eat them alive.

Elaine screamed low and hurriedly grabbed his mouth and hid behind Hermione.

Because she had been there before, Hermione was prepared, and her stiff body still sold her.

Ai Wen is used to it. Harry and Ron’s face next to him are very pale.

At the moment when the eyes of the elf's head were raised at home, their heart rate increased rapidly, but they could persist. But when the group of sinister green wildfires appeared in front of them and attacked them, Ron couldn't help but yell.

Dumbledore swung his wand and all the fires disappeared.

”Interesting and interesting.” He whispered, and seemed to find something interesting.

”What is interesting, professor?” asked Ai Wen.

”Do you know what magic is this? Do you have an impression of the magic just now?” Dumbledore asked.

”No impression, Professor.” Ai Wen thought for a moment and said, ”It just feels weird.”

That's right, it's weird.