Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

The more Wang Xuebin understands, the more he can feel the lack of background in Voldemort. The background here is not Lao Shizi's noble etiquette tradition, but the mentality and tolerance of being a human being.

Tom's spiritual flaws are too great, and instead of trying to make up for the exercise, he has been using violent means to cover it up.

As a result, he will never be able to win fans and even enemies with his personal charm like Grindelwald.

This is why Grindelwald was able to move across Europe and the United States, causing turmoil, while Voldemort was nearly half a century old, but he was still spinning in the British Isles.

You know, the difference between the two is not very big in terms of personal combat effectiveness, but Dumbledore's attitude towards the two is quite different!

On the eve of facing Grindelwald, Dumbledore was not sure of victory in his heart, and he didn't even feel sleepy all night, silently praying for lucky protection.

Because he knew that Grindelwald's forces were a disciplined and organized revolutionary army, and if he was not careful, the two world orders of wizards and Muggles would be wiped out.

As for Voldemort's Death Eaters, they are just a gangster-like violent organization. They are selfish, put personal interests first, act perversely, and use violence and coercion as the foundation of the organization!

They are also enemies, but Grindelwald has all-round crushing of Voldemort's mind, will, vision, and strength. There is no comparison between the two!

This is why Wang Xuebin dared to use Voldemort as a knife, because he knew that a character like Voldemort would not be able to jump out of his palm.

If it was Grindelwald, Wang Xuebin would definitely think it over, because using the latter would be tantamount to seeking skin from a tiger.

"It's here, it's here!"

As he spoke, Dumbledore stopped in his tracks, and Wang Xuebin, who was on the side, was relieved when he heard this, and raised his head.

"That's it? Are you serious?"

Gaunt's old house, holder of the Resurrection Stone among the three Deathly Hallows brothers, descendants of Peverell...

Hogwarts founding Big Four, descendants of Salazar Slytherin...

One of the 28 pure blood saints, the ancestral home of the Gunter family, is not as livable as a slum...

It was more of a wooden shed than a house, the wooden walls were covered with moss, the tiles on the roof were almost gone, and the rafters inside were leaking in many places.

Nettles grew thickly all around the house down to the windows, which were very small, glassless, and thick with old grime, as if starched.

Outside the house, a circle of thorns was used as a wall, and a gate was nailed with a few simple wooden strips. On the gate, a dead snake in the shape of an S was hung on the gate as a sign, and now it has become a snake trunk.

If it weren't for a mysterious force maintaining this place, the wind and rain of the past thirty years would have already eroded this wooden shed named Gaunt's old house.

"...Is the location of Gaunt's old house really here?"

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 541 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' here 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!"

Voldemort opened his arms, his face distorted with excitement, and the Death Eaters behind him all raised their heads and raised their right arms high in unison, without making the slightest noise.

Seeing this scene, Voldemort's expression became even more satisfied.

"...They failed...their elites all died in my hands...their courage also died in our hands!

Within a week, we received 46 honest votes, you guys said... what should we do now? "

Voldemort's voice became more and more frenzied, and the Death Eaters under his command also shouted in unison.

"Capture the Ministry of Magic and revive the glory of pure blood!"

"Capture the Ministry of Magic and revive the glory of pure blood!"

"Capture the Ministry of Magic and revive the glory of pure blood!"

"it is good!"

Voldemort waved his hand, and the shouting stopped in response. Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, and said slightly intoxicated:

"My servants!

Gather all our strength!

follow me!

Capture the Ministry of Magic and revive the glory of pure blood! "

"Capture the Ministry of Magic and revive the glory of pure blood!"

"Capture the Ministry of Magic and revive the glory of pure blood!"

......

War always comes so unexpectedly...

Chapter 542 The Fall of the Ministry of Magic (Two in One)

"she?"

In English, she and it have two different pronunciations. When Dumbledore used the personal pronoun 'she', Wang Xuebin immediately realized something.

"You mean, she's a girl?"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Dumbledore nodded slightly, looked at the python slowly moving down the canopy, and said softly:

"...yes, if I remember correctly, her name was... Nagini..."

really...

"Nagini? Then... how did she become what she is now?"

For Wang Xuebin's question, Dumbledore didn't mean to answer, his blue eyes blinked slightly, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he said softly:

"That's a long, long story, and I'll tell you about it in detail if I have a chance in the future.

As for now... we still have to think about how to put her in place as soon as possible, and take out the Horcrux in the house as soon as possible..."

Glancing at Dumbledore who looked as if nothing had happened, and then at Nagini who was lingering not far away, but was afraid to approach because of the expulsion of the potion, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he shrugged and said:

"Didn't you apply that potion? You get rid of her, and I get rid of the magic circle!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Dumbledore shook his head and laughed, but he didn't mean to refuse. He rolled up his sleeves, walked towards Nagini, and walked slowly.

As Dumbledore approached, Nagini obviously felt a threat, stood up, and faced the visitor warily, not even daring to confide in the news about the smell.

Seeing this scene, Wang Xuebin on the side couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, tightened the oxygen mask on his face, took out the "Book of Abraham" and repeated the previous operation of Wu's Orphanage.

This kind of work is not difficult for him. The only thing he needs to pay attention to is to be careful when using magic to avoid touching the warning magic arranged by Voldemort.

As for the rest, it's easy as pie...

Over there, Dumbledore raised his wrist that had been smeared with potion, and waved it gently at the python.

Here, the orange-red mucus, which was banned and isolated from magical power in the "Book of Abraham", bubbled outward.