[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

Time is slowly advancing, and Harry has worked hard to eliminate the traces of the woman Sherlock wants to protect, and has been struggling to solve all kinds of unreasonable and willful needs of Sherlock (although he doesn't want to deal with them at all). Shared a lot of strange stories with Will (although some stories are a bit too strange).All in all, new friendships were formed, and the daily mountain of homework was lessened by Harry's familiarity with it (perhaps because the Dark Lord had mercifully assigned less?).

In the midst of being busy, the snow outside the window became bigger and bigger, covering the entire manor; it gradually became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared.

Along the country road to Little Hangleton, you can see that the tall, tangled bush hedges on both sides have re-started new shoots, and the spring has left a trace inadvertently.Dumbledore bent down and stared at the green shoots in front of him for a long time, then straightened up, and said to himself with emotion: "Spring is here."

Spring has indeed arrived, and the winter jasmine blooms shyly along the river bank, announcing the arrival of spring.Dumbledore looked at the plants that were beginning to recover with admiration, and a smile hung on the corner of his mouth.He walked leisurely and slowly along the path, admiring the scenery while walking. The blue sky was dotted with white clouds like fish scales, just like his relaxed mood, as if those public opinion attacks that troubled him on weekdays, those who always The Daily Prophet, who called him an old lunatic, and the growing unhappiness within the Order and Hogwarts, were gone.

He walked on this country road as if he was on a field trip, walking down the steep hillside with a leisurely expression.He stopped for a moment in the middle of the hill, looked out over Little Hangleton between two steep hills, then turned back, rounded a bend, and onto a narrow dirt road.

After walking on the dirt road, those leisurely expressions slowly faded from Dumbledore's body. He became serious, and his wand slipped into his hand, as if he was about to deal with something.Corresponding to his expression, this winding, potholed, and rocky path became darker and darker as it went down. The hedgerows on both sides were taller and denser than those he passed just now, casting a chilly dark dense shadows.At the end of the dirt road was a particularly dense and gloomy grove, and among those tangled trees, there was an abandoned house, half hidden, with moss on the walls and many tiles on the roof missing. There the rafters were exposed, and the narrow windows were covered with old grime.

Dumbledore stopped in front of the grove, and this abandoned hut was the destination of his trip:

Gaunt House.

He had seen the cottage once in the memory of the late Bob Ogden, a former Magical Law Enforcement clerk, when Marvolo Gaunt was still alive, his son Morfin Gaunt was idle, his daughter Merope Gunter was accused of being a Squib; he also saw this hut in the memory of Morfin Gunter who was in Azkaban at the time, when the young Tom Riddle was still A Hogwarts student finally found his relative after exploring various clues.In all memories, this hut is synonymous with filth, filth, mildew, and darkness; and after being abandoned for a long time, it looks even more gloomy.

Dumbledore let out a sigh of relief.The lightness and leisure on the country road suddenly disappeared, and what floated up was something more realistic and heavier.

It has to be said that the recent changes in the situation did put a lot of pressure on him. The Death Eaters developed silently and quickly, and quickly spread to various forces. The undercurrent started in England and flooded violently. Now it has spread full of Europe.With Durmstrang and Nurmengard as the central strongholds, the Dark Lord's power is swallowing up the entire European continent.

However, even though the undercurrent has become so turbulent, the bright side is still peaceful.The Dark Lord has never appeared in public on any occasion, and there is no news that any wizard was killed innocently.All the deaths were well documented. Cedric Diggory died in the Triwizard Tournament, which had a high death rate, and other deaths showed obvious traces of vendetta, love, and natural death; As for missing?For wizards, it is normal to lose contact to explore somewhere and live in seclusion, and not many people care at all.

It is also because of this that the public still does not believe in the return of the Dark Lord, and the announcement that he publicly announced the return of the Dark Lord to everyone was also regarded as another evidence that he was old and crazy, and was publicly publicized by the "Daily Prophet", various Fancy mocking.

And the public opinion of "Dumbledore is an old lunatic" is just a small point of his annoyance, and what annoys him even more is the "Muggle threat theory" that seems really very reasonable.This theory is popular throughout the wizarding world, and even members of the Order of the Phoenix and students of Hogwarts are deeply influenced by it.The detailed cases with pictures and texts, the impact of Muggle's rapid progress on wizards, and the provocative words in the "Daily Prophet" are all extremely deceptive. The figure of the Demon Lord of Raitlin.

Correspondingly, he even lacks a powerful public opinion channel to refute.All influential media are in the hands of the Dark Lord. Even if he wants to make an excuse, he lacks a channel to speak out. If his argument cannot reach the end users, it will be easily taken out of context and distorted to a deeper level.

There was even something that occasionally made him very sad. The person who was imprisoned on the top floor of Nurmengard didn't know what happened to him after Nurmengard became the base of Death Eaters...

Shaking his head, Dumbledore regained his spirits.In fact, even though the situation is so critical and makes him suffer every day, it is not that he has no way to counter it.

You know, the culprit is standing there, as long as the Dark Lord can be eliminated, then you can say whatever you want?

History has always been written by the victors.

And he has discovered the mystery of the Dark Lord's eternal life, as long as he is eliminated...

He has worked so hard to dig for so long, from the original orphanage, to the Dark Lord's uncle trapped in Azkaban, to the house elf who is completely old and confused, to the cunning and self-protective Slughorn professor.The diary that was crushed by the basilisk's fangs was spread out in front of him. The books he borrowed from the Dark Lord's youth were placed in the study room of the principal's office. He spent so much effort to dig out the real memory, to Discover the buried truth.

Splitting the soul to make Horcruxes, the secret of the Dark Lord's eternal life; collecting souvenirs, the habit of the Dark Lord since he was a child; never known history, the best hiding place...

He is very close to the result.

Dumbledore rested on the spot for a while, regained the strength of the long journey, and began to prepare to explore the old Gaunt house in front of him.Just by perception, you can feel that the old Gaunt house in front of you exudes a strong atmosphere of black magic, and the evil forces are entrenched on the grove. It is not an easy journey to explore here.

The Elder Wand of Elderberry was clenched in the old hand, and Dumbledore looked up at the blue and boundless spring sky divided by the tall bushes and hedges, and carefully added the virtual armor of the guard, Then he cast a spell of exploration, and cautiously stepped into this grove surrounded by a strong black magic atmosphere.

Meanwhile, Nurmengard.

Since that conversation with Grindelwald in the winter two months ago, the Dark Lord has officially taken Nurmengard as his own.A small manor was erected next to the imprisoned high tower. All kinds of spells and seals turned this place into a heavily guarded base. Death Eaters came and went, bringing a lot of popularity to the deserted suburbs. It was a busy and energetic scene.

Because cross-border transportation is very inconvenient, apparition can't transfer the scene that far away, and the international Floo network is actually under some monitoring. Therefore, for the convenience of doing business in Europe, the Dark Lord stayed in Numengah part of the time The small estate next to Germany handles business.

At this time, he was talking with the famous German wandmaker Gregorovich about the Elder Wand that was in his hand.

Suddenly, his words stopped.

He narrowed his eyes, and something had been touched against the prohibition he had set long ago, in far away England, where his dark history was buried.He knew what it was, he knew what it meant, it was what he had been looking forward to for a long time, for which he was even willing to pay one of the three Deathly Hallows as bait...

Uncontrollable joy rose from his heart, almost making him lose his composure.

He closed his eyes—be calm, be calm.He warned himself not to fall short.

In the mood of forcibly calming down, the Dark Lord hurriedly said to Gregorovich: "Sorry, I have something urgent, let Albert receive you first."

"My lord, you are busy," Gregorovich said hastily.

The Dark Lord nodded hastily, strode out of the room, headed straight for the fireplace where the cross-border Floo network could be carried out, and returned directly to London, England.After sensing the state of the restriction, he walked out of the fireplace without saying a word, and performed apparition.

The space transfer ended in a slight dizziness, and the landing point was a country road some distance from Gaunt's old house, so that the sound of apparition and magic fluctuations could be avoided from being discovered.As soon as he stood firmly, the Dark Lord gave himself a bunch of spells, invisibility + noise cancellation, to ensure that he would not be found.

Surrounded by a bunch of hidden spells, he strode along the potholed dirt road towards Gaunt's old house. The shrubs and hedges on the side of the road retreated quickly, and soon reached the end of the road.

Ah, sure enough, there, the person he regarded as his great enemy was in Gaunt's old house.

The Dark Lord stared at the familiar old and steady figure, and silently made a mouth gesture:

Hello, Dumbledore.