Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

Dumbledore on the side naturally understood what Wang Xuebin was suspecting. He looked up at the harsh environment in front of him, remained silent for a moment, and nodded slightly.

"...Although it is a bit unbelievable, I can be sure that the old house of Gaunt is indeed here..."

"Hey... just such a room... how does the Gunter family sleep at night..."

"...your way of thinking...is really special..."

Chapter 567 The Horn of War

squeak

At the gate of the courtyard, Wang Xuebin picked up a wooden stick, carefully picked away the rotten dead snake with only skin and bones left, and opened the simple wooden door.

In the courtyard, luxuriant nettles flooded the alleys. Stepping into the courtyard, a few snakes came out from nowhere, wagging their tails, and kept spitting, threatening the two strangers who stepped into their territory. people.

"Heh! As expected of the descendants of the Parseltongue family, look, this place is almost becoming a den of snakes!"

As Wang Xuebin said, he waved the wooden stick in his hand and picked it up vigorously. A snake, who didn't know if it was poisonous or not, was swung into the yew forest in the distance by him.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he looked up and saw a group of ten colorful snakes swimming down from the beams of the leaky roof of Gaunt's old house.

In the blink of an eye, the entire courtyard became a paradise for snakes.

Cobras, Rattlesnakes, Pit Vipers, Coral Snakes...

All kinds of snakes that Wang Xuebin knew or didn't know came out from every corner of the courtyard, stood upright, opened their ferocious mouths, and wobbled at them, as if they were going to give them a bite at any time .

This scene really gave Wang Xuebin goosebumps.

"This..."

Seeing this scalp-numbing scene, Wang Xuebin couldn't help but get up, turned his head to look at Dumbledore, and asked in a low voice:

"...Is this what it looked like when you came here before?"

Beside Wang Xuebin, Dumbledore's brows were also tightly frowned, his eyes were fixed on the scene in front of him, he shook his head solemnly, and replied in a deep voice:

"No...not at all...Although I didn't rush into the house a few days ago...But I can be sure that it was definitely not so... lively at that time!"

"Hi...uh...you have a sense of humor!"

While complaining, Wang Xuebin took out the snake-repelling powder from the space. This was what he used when he was in the military world. I don't know if it works well in this world.

Wang Xuebin was busy, and Dumbledore was not idle either. He took out a tube of potion from somewhere, opened the cork, stained it a little, and applied it on his wrist.

All of a sudden, a horrible smell spread out.

"WTF! What the hell is this?"

Looking at the turbid potion in Dumbledore's hand, Wang Xuebin couldn't hold back, and even spat out dirty words.

It's not that he's hypocritical, it's just that the smell is too irritating, a hundred times more exciting than the tear gas bombs he used before!

This taste is like mixing durian, canned herring, and devil pepper with white vinegar and low-quality alcohol, boiled for three days and three nights, and then fermented in a biogas tank for half a year. It is very offensive.

The most important thing is that the taste seems to be thickened, greasy, and the face is so red, Wang Xuebin, who is throwing snake repellent powder, is almost smoked.

This means that he has adapted to his enhanced five senses for so many years. If he had just strengthened his five senses back then, he would have passed out...

"Is this..."

Dumbledore shook the cloudy potion in his hand calmly, turned his head and smiled.

In an instant, a pungent breath came over the face, pushing Wang Xuebin back two steps, and the circles of his eyes were smoky red.

Not only Wang Xuebin, but also the snakes in the courtyard. The moment Dumbledore took out the bottle of potion, they frantically fled around and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"This...vomit"

Seeing the group of snakes receding, Wang Xuebin couldn't bear it anymore, stepped lightly, and appeared on the canopy a few meters away, took out an oxygen mask, and looked at Dumbledore warily while breathing.

"...Well... this is a repellent made from dragon dung and thunderbird dung as the main materials.

It was given to me by a former student of mine who had a unique talent in magical creatures. Looking at your performance, it is obvious that the effect is very good..."

"I... this is also... alas..."

Looking at the naughty Dumbledore, Wang Xuebin didn't know what to say. Although in order not to alarm Voldemort, they are not convenient to use magic at will, but they can't be so cruel...

Seeing Dumbledore in the courtyard, he put the potion back into his pocket as if nothing had happened, and patted it lightly twice.

Wang Xuebin couldn't bear it anymore. He was about to say something, but he suddenly felt a strong sense of threat. His eyes froze and then flashed again. He appeared in the courtyard, holding an oxygen mask in one hand, while guarding Looking at the canopy just now.

"This is..."

A boa constrictor with a speed that is extremely disproportionate to its body shape, with two long fangs bared, biting the crown of the tree where Wang Xuebin lived just now, that fierce posture seemed to have a bloody vengeance.

"...boa constrictor? And teeth?"

Looking around, there was a four-meter-long boa constrictor with thick thighs, an amber body and black stripes, coiling on the yew tree.

The boa constrictor has a hollow head, with a big bloody mouth, with two rows of fangs and two four-inch tubular fangs. It is extremely ferocious, obviously it is not an ordinary thing.

"...Professor Dumbledore..."

Looking at the weird creature not far away, Wang Xuebin frowned.

"...forgive me for my short-sightedness...what I want to ask is...is this kind of snake with teeth...is your British specialty?

Or...is it a magical creature I've never seen..."

"...she's not a snake..."

Listening to Wang Xuebin's words, Dumbledore shook his head slightly, a nostalgic look flashed in his eyes, and he gazed warmly at the creature on the canopy not far away.

"...I think...I know why it's so busy in here..."

......

"Master, the news has arrived. The Ancient One and Dumbledore left Hogwarts together, and they are nowhere to be found. What is certain is that they did not go to the Ministry of Magic!"

In Malfoy Manor, Voldemort in a light black robe heard the news, his eyes lit up, and his bright red lips showed a big arc, which looked so ferocious on his blue-gray face.

"Hey hey hey...Ancient one...Dumbledore...hahahaha..."

Hearing the news, Voldemort laughed wildly, his eyes seemed to be burning with flames. Behind him, a group of Death Eaters in uniform uniforms and masks lowered their heads together.

"...my followers...before...the elites of the Ministry of Magic sent their most powerful Aurors to carry out a plan to behead me...the great Voldemort!"