[Comprehensive] There is a small beggar among us

Dumbledore stretched out his hand and pushed the door lock. The door lock, which had not been used for a long time, fell to the ground with a click, and even lost its decorative effect. "It seems that no one has come here for a long time." Dumbledore said with a smile, Pushed the door again.

The door creaked open to the inside, driving a small airflow, blowing the fresh air from the outside into the closed room. The sun shone into this dilapidated house, and one could clearly see large swaths of dust, moldy The smell is tangy.

Sewell habitually wanted to clean up, but Dumbledore held his hand.

"I also really want to do a thorough cleanup here," Dumbledore blinked: "But before we're not sure what magic settings are here, it's better not to use magic without authorization."

Only then did Sewell realize that he was too careless, and smiled.

"I think it's good for you and Harry to stay here. I'll find out if there is anything similar to a Horcrux here..." Dumbledore walked in front of the two people, ignored their protesting expressions, and slowly released Looking around, he raised his gray and long eyebrows: "I have to say, there are so many black magic items here."

Sewell also looked around. The house is very dilapidated, but you can still vaguely see the glory of the year. After several generations of depression, there is nothing eye-catching, but there are many small items with There are obvious traces of magic.

Dumbledore walked over, ready to check the items one by one.

Sewell was a little flustered. He was a little afraid that Dumbledore would find a ring in the next moment and put it on his hand, so he protested loudly: "I think it's better for me to come! Professor Dumbledore!"

Dumbledore turned back, his azure eyes glanced at him through the half-moon lenses, and then went on to examine the things.

"No, Sewell, I know you are very powerful, but you are still a child. I just let you come because I think that on this memorable day, you have the right and position to witness. Not just because you organized a disaster , also standing here in place of Mr. Malfoy."

He didn't look back, and quickly lit those things with his wand, and said: "I'm old, even if something happens, it's not too bad. But you are still children, the children I care about—" He was gentle, But he said irrefutably: "You cannot be harmed."

"Of course, I trust that there will be no unexpected danger."

Sewell looked at Dumbledore in a daze.

To be honest, although he snorted in front of Draco, Sewell is indeed the real Gryffindor. He can understand the almost stupid self-sacrifice that belongs to Gryffindor, but he never thought of this kind of stupid self-sacrifice. What self-sacrifice really means.

Dumbledore's figure was particularly tall in Sewell's eyes, and he understood why the wizards said in an instant: "Where Dumbledore is, is the safest place in the world."

He suddenly remembered what Dumbledore and Harry said after Sirius really died: "I care more about your happiness and happiness than letting you know the truth; I care more about my plans than my plans." Your peace of mind; I care more about your life than the sacrifices to make if the plan fails. In other words, Voldemort expects us fools to do what we like to do, and what I do happens to be exactly what he wants will."

"My concern is whether some unknown, unseen people and creatures will be killed in the uncertain future, whether your life is safe, whether you are living well, whether you are happy here, at this moment ? I never thought I would hold a person in the palm of my hand like this."

Sewell's nose was sore, he wanted to cry a little bit, but he thought he was too hypocritical, he clenched his fists, and hammered his head to wake himself up.

He has never been so grateful that nothing has happened yet.

He stole a glance at Harry, and found that the savior boy was not looking at him, and his green eyes were fixed on Professor Dumbledore unblinking, looking very nervous.

Sewell knew that if there was any danger, Harry would never let Professor Dumbledore bear it alone.He twitched the corner of his mouth to show a lazy smile, twitched the corner of his clothes and bounced around a few times, thinking that if he really found the ring suddenly, he would fly Professor Dumbledore with him.

But there was silence for half an hour.

After Dumbledore checked the items with black magic fluctuations, he was a little disappointed to find that he found nothing. He quickly regained his energy and began to chant lengthy spells in a low voice.

As Dumbledore chanted, a series of dancing magic lines emerged from the wand, slowly spun around Dumbledore, gradually spread out, and echoed throughout the room.

Then these magic patterns gathered little by little, and finally formed an arrow pointing vaguely to the floor in the corner of the room.

Sewell jumped up, taking advantage of his body to rush in that direction first, followed by Harry, and Dumbledore, who was a little tired and panting in place after using advanced magic search, was left behind. Dumbledore was taken aback when he saw the actions of the two children, and before he could pull them back, he swung his wand and cast an armor charm on the two of them.

Sewell rushed to the place pointed by the arrow without thinking, and was pushed out by a powerful force in an instant. The force wanted to destroy him, but was protected by the Iron Curse cast by Dumbledore.

Sewell, who was bounced back, stared, unable to believe that he would suffer in such a place.

Harry next to him was also ejected, and he and Sewell pulled out their wands at the same time, and when they were about to shatter that place, suddenly Dumbledore's loud and angry voice came from behind: "Come back!"

Sewell planned to ignore it, but Harry was so frightened that he couldn't help taking a step back. When he mustered up the courage to go forward again, Dumbledore had already come behind them, holding their collars with one hand, helplessly He said, "Can't you make an old man feel at ease?"

Sewell lowered his head and didn't speak, thinking what would happen to you if I didn't know what was here, then I would definitely stay behind in a weird way, and I wouldn't even come here.

I came here with Draco's rage on my back, and no matter what, you can't be the same.

He looked at the land in front of him. He didn't pay attention just now, but now he saw that there was a black stone slab on the floor, and there were very complicated ancient magic patterns engraved on the stone slab. Sewell couldn't understand it at all, if it wasn't for the conditions Not allowed, he summoned Draco.

Summoning—Great Profound Art, Divine Beast Draco!

Of course he was just thinking about it.

Dumbledore pulled the collars of the two of them and let them roll to the back. To be honest, Dumbledore didn't use much force, and he couldn't pull the two teenagers who had grown up, but both of them Without resistance, they looked at each other and rolled to the back.

Dumbledore squatted down, carefully examined the magic pattern on the stone slab, and frowned slightly.

"Is it difficult?" Harry asked, sticking his head out.

Dumbledore didn't answer, closed his eyes and thought for a while, then loosened his brows: "It's okay, I have a solution."

When Harry heard this, he showed a relieved expression, as if Dumbledore said there was a way, then everything would be resolved.But Sewell didn't dare to rest assured, his heart was hanging high, and he was afraid that something might happen to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore held his wand and began the long chant again.

This time, what jumped out of the wand was no longer magic patterns, but clusters of extremely thin silver threads. These threads continued to elongate, twisted and rotated in the air, and finally formed a silver semicircle. shaped cover to illuminate the slate inside.

Sewell looked at the position of the hood, which was the same as the position where he felt the power of the slate just now. He guessed that Professor Dumbledore should have surrounded the outermost part of the slate's ability with a thin line, and then used these magic to condense Little by little, the line reaches within the reach of the stone slab, and finally destroys it.

The cover made of silver wires is so dense that Sewell can't see what's going on inside the cover, but can only vaguely see the flickering light coming out.

He turned to look at Dumbledore. The old man looked tired, sweat dripping from his hair, rubbing the folds of his skin, and falling into his gray beard.

Unexpectedly, Sewell took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from the old man's head.