HP solves the mystery

Godric's Hollow, a remote and dilapidated old house.

Dumbledore, Gellert and Silver sat at the table, and no one spoke first.

Gellert didn't know that he had been attacked. Maybe he knew, but he didn't care.

But he failed to calculate that Karma would go to the castle, so that his old friend suffered torture.

The atmosphere was too dull, and in the end it was Sifu who couldn't hold his breath and spoke first.

"How is the situation with the man who came with me?" He changed the subject and noticed that the broken wall clock on the wall pointed to three o'clock in the afternoon.

It had only been an hour since he was taken away from Voldemort's manor.

"Should he be fine? The house elf will take care of him." Gellert replied patiently.

Dumbledore drank the mead and nodded in agreement, "We prepared a potion for him."

The two of them had already made plans for Sirius, but the talent in front of them deserved their attention. After all, he had the Resurrection Stone in his hand.

"Have you made up your mind? Should you drink it yourself or should we feed it to you?" Gellert tapped his fingers on the glass bottle containing the potion, his eyes fixed on Sif.

"I won't drink that potion. Who knows if there will be any side effects, unless Tom agrees and guards me. I don't trust you." Sif licked his dry lips, but did not reject it immediately. His suspicious eyes looked between his eyes. People go around.

I don't know if Tom has discovered his traces. He definitely can't defeat two old foxes by himself, and he is a fragile wizard.

Gellert moved his fingers, helplessness flashing in his eyes.

It is precisely because of the side effects of the fake death potion that the person who takes it will be weak for a period of time after waking up. It is hard to say whether it will be a few months or a few years.

After all, any potion has side effects, and since Sif stayed in the manor all day, it wouldn't matter if he was weak for a while.

Otherwise, if someone is really killed, a new round of war in the magic world will be ignited.

The population of the wizarding world cannot withstand the torment, and his subordinates also have different ideas...

Sev and Gellert were in a stalemate, and the atmosphere gradually became anxious.

Dumbledore continued to drink the mead, and seemed to be drunk, with two blushes on his face.

"People always don't cherish it when they are young, and only regret it when they are old." Gellert said with emotion.

Sifu's breath was stagnant, he looked at Gellert strangely, and his hands on his waist tightened.

"What exactly do you want to say?" Sif frowned and asked with a cold face, "Are you remembering your two-month love story in Godric's Hollow?"

Sifu's words can be said to have pierced the hearts of both of them.

However, he guessed that the two of them were worried about Tom and did not dare to kill him. Moreover, they could not escape, so they could only verbally criticize him.

Gellert has become immune to this matter. Whether it is Karma or Tom, they will always laugh at him when they see him. He is no longer as angry as before.

"I mean, I won't do anything I regret again..." Gellert said, standing up and pointing his wand straight at Sif, "Stupefied!"

Sif, who was always on guard, dodged to the side, pulled out his wand and struck back, "There are many obstacles!"

"Collapse!"

"The flames are blazing!"

"Confinement quickly!"

"Armor protection!"

The two of them were fighting back and forth, and colorful spells were flying in the room.

Gellert seemed to be teasing a kitten, nimbly dodging Sif's spells with a careless smile on his face.

The two people, who were very different in strength, were fighting back and forth, and it seemed like that.

From the corner of his eye, Sif noticed that Dumbledore was still squinting, as if he was really drunk. In such a moment of distraction, he was almost hit by a spell.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and used a hovering spell to lift the sofa on the side and threw it towards Gellert.

"Just drink the potion obediently, Mr. Snape." Gellert hit the sofa in half with a spell, threw it back, and tilted his head, "You don't want to suffer some torture and then be Are you going to force it down your throat?"

Gellert tried to persuade him with good words, but what he received in response was a strong wind, and a finger-long gash was cut on the left side of his face.

He touched the wound on his face and was obviously stunned when he saw the blood on his hand.

"What kind of spell is this?" Gellert asked curiously, knowing that no wizard had been able to hurt him for many years.

Even if he lost to Dumbledore in battle, it was because of love and equal strength.

"Why should I tell you?" Sif sneered and hit Gellert with several silent spells.

Gellert sensed something was wrong and dodged to the side to avoid the incoming spell. Several holes were punched out in the lamppost not far behind him.

"Silent spell?" He looked at Sif with interest, "Did you invent it yourself? What a pity, what a pity... If you had been born twenty years earlier, you might have been able to study black magic with me..."

Silver was noncommittal about this. If it were the original owner, he would definitely be very excited, but he was not the original owner.

With Gellert approaching step by step, Sif approached the window, thinking about the possibility of breaking the window and escaping.

But Gellert didn't give him a chance to think at all, and cast one spell after another. Sif dodged in the small room, and many holes were made in the already dilapidated house.

Dumbledore stood up at this time, still holding the mead in his hand.

"You are very good, Snape." Dumbledore said drunkenly, "It's a pity that you can't escape."

Dumbledore finally stopped pretending to be drunk. He threw away the cup in his hand, patted his robe, and looked at Sev sharply.

"If I can't escape, I'll have to cause some trouble for you." Sif's palms holding the wand were all sweaty. Now that two great wizards were attacking him, it was much more difficult than dealing with just one.

What's more, Gellert was still in a state of letting go of him and didn't use his full strength at all.

"But so what?" Dumbledore said calmly, winking at Gellert like a cat, and walked slowly to the opposite side of Sif, "Do you think we really dare not Attack you?"

He smiled very kindly, tapped his finger in the void, and cast a spell similar to Quick Confinement.

The iron chain flew towards Sifu quickly and tied his legs tightly.

Sif chanted a spell on the iron chain on his foot, and it immediately fell apart, and the pieces fell to the ground.

Sif looked at Dumbledore with a serious look, as if asking if this was all he could do?

Dumbledore smiled casually, and with a wave of his wrist, countless broken chains sprouted and attacked Sev again.

This time he faced not one, but dozens of them. No matter how fast Sif moved and threw too many spells, his hands and feet were still tied in the end.

"Dumbledore, do you really want to be an enemy of Tom and the entire magical world?" Sif recited a spell and tried hard to split the iron chain, but it had no effect.

Dumbledore used the silent spell very well. He directly cast the force on Sif and then levitated him.

When passing Gellert, Dumbledore's eyes flashed, "Gellert, let's go to the basement. Don't let the chain slip at the critical moment."