The card draw starts in Azkaban

Du Wei got up from the ground.

Dumbledore was laughing "ho ho ho" from behind, looking very happy. Duwei didn't care either. He got up from the ground and looked in front of him.

It is an old house, and the decoration inside is also very warm.

His face is fine.

The floor was plowed open and a deep trench appeared.

Standing aside, the old wizard put down the wine glass in his hand, got up and cast the "restore as before" spell.

The fragments of the floor and the coffee table were all flying. Then, these fragments were put back together again, and the whole room became harmonious again.

Dumbledore also came out of the fireplace.

He coughed twice.

"This Floo powder has not been used for some years. It seems that there is indeed something wrong with it."

He said to himself, brushed his clothes, and his clothes were immediately clean.

Arriving next to the old wizard with a long beard opposite, Dumbledore asked affectionately: "It's really nice to see you, especially seeing that you're not dead yet. It's really surprising. You haven't been with me for a while."

Wrote a letter."

Dumbledore wasn't being provocative.

He told the truth and knew that the other person would not be angry.

Because that's how they usually talk.

"Of course, I live a good life, and I will definitely live longer than you!

Albus, don't forget, if you die first, some of your books will be given to me. Have you made a magical will, Albus?

I can’t wait any longer.”

The old wizard said tit for tat.

It was obvious that he coveted Albus Dumbledore's collection.

After all, it was a collection of books belonging to a great wizard.

Books are equal to knowledge, knowledge is equal to power, and power is power!

The old wizard didn't like power very much, he simply liked knowledge. After saying this, he smiled and waved his wand with a "bang", pulled out the cork of the wine, and poured it for Duwei, Albus and himself.

A glass of wine.

There are no house elves in his family, and he does everything himself.

Hearing this, Albus Dumbledore also smiled and said: "Don't forget, if you die before me, then your collection of books will also be mine. I am more than two hundred years younger than you. I think

You should worry about yourself first, Sengwe."

The two old wizards were joking about their own lifespans and were very open-minded.

The old wizard opposite was not angry at all. He also smiled and swore that he would never die in front of him.

Because he always smiles, he is very kind and looks very affable.

He is a master of potions and is over four hundred years old.

In the wizarding world, every wizard has his own unique way of continuing life.

"how are things?"

After the two old wizards finished teasing each other, the old wizard Sengwe looked at Dewey Jones, handed him a glass of wine and said: "Gin, you should like it, young man."

"Thanks."

Du Wei said politely, Dumbledore also picked up the wine, touched it with his old friend, took a sip and said: "How have you been recently?

No surprises?

This is really the best news I have heard recently, Sengwe, okay, we should go and catch up with each other next time.

Finally, I am really happy to see you."

Du Wei took a sip and felt good, so he took the wine glass and gave himself another glass.

Sengwe looked at this scene and smiled proudly.

"You like my wine very much, don't you?"

He said to Dowe Jones, and winked and winked at Dumbledore in a playful manner.

Duwei shook his head and said: "No, generally, I just heard that Dumbledore is dead and you can get his collection of books.

I feel like I'm doing you a favor.

After all, I'm taking him to his death.

So I plan to get some compensation in advance, so it’s not too bad.”

Du Wei said seriously. Sengwei took one look at Du Wei's face and knew that he was not lying.

He looked at Dumbledore and gloated: "Aha, this is the best news I have heard recently. Young man, I wish you success!"

He raised his glass to Du Wei, signaled from afar, and then drank it all.

"Mr. Dowey Jones did not lie. He said he would take me to die."

Dumbledore shrugged his shoulders and said: "That's true, but I think I will come back alive. What do you think? Old Sengwe?"

The old wizard Sengwe has never heard of Dowey Jones's name, which is normal. An old wizard like him doesn't like to change himself very much. He has his own way of entertainment, which is not reading newspapers.

"In this case," Sengwe said: "I just drank another glass for nothing? But it doesn't matter, my wine tastes good."

He became visibly happy.

"Otherwise, if you leave your book to me now, you will always die."

Old Sengwe tried to persuade Dumbledore.

Dumbledore looked at Sengwe and said: "I will definitely live longer than you!"

He vowed and laughed heartily.

Sengwe also laughed, threw a whole bottle of gin to Dowey Jones and said: "Come on, young man, try to really kill this old guy.

This old guy is so annoying.

I’m still thinking about his books.”

Dumbledore smiled and left with Duwei. Duwei took the wine bottle and made a very charming gesture when he walked out of the door - his feet clearly walked out of the door, but his body still came back and faced the door.

The old wizard Sengwe promised: "I will work hard, sir, thank you for the wine."

Raise the bottle, thank you again, and leave.

The two people arrived in front of Gunter's old house.

There is no one in Gunter's old house.

There are weeds and poisonous snakes at the door.

Dumbledore clicked lightly, and the snakes left.

Before leaving, Duwei also took away the cups of two old wizards. He poured two glasses of wine, handed one to Dumbledore and said, "Can you smell the traces of magic in it, Professor?"

Dumbledore opened the door, and the dirty wind blew out, mixed with a kind of protein decay and the smell of dust left behind without ventilation for a long time.

Very disgusting.

Dumbledore used magic to dispel the smell and said: "I'm afraid not, Duwei." He called Duwei's name very affectionately and said: "I'm afraid I can't smell the smell anymore, Duwei, I'm old.

So I decided to go in and see for myself. Are you planning to go in and see for yourself?

With me?"

Dumbledore asked.

Du Wei made a "please first" gesture, and at the same time, he stuffed another glass of wine into his throat.

Drink it all in one gulp.

The whispering in his ears intensified. Du Wei was initially suspicious, but now he was sure that he was really cursed by Voldemort.

This bald man's curse really has some meaning.

Like prophecy, it is real magic.

This is what magic should do.

He poured a glass of gin into his stomach again.

He followed Dumbledore into the place in front of him.

The babble was confusing, and Du Wei's eyes casually glanced at Dumbledore's back.

‘You don’t need to teach me what to do, Tom. I pity little Tom, you don’t even know what you are going to do.

You don't even dare to face Dumbledore yourself, so why do you instigate others to deal with your inner demons?'

Du Wei said to himself, and soon, another Du Wei jumped out to refute Du Wei.

Du Wei ignored him.

"Noisy guy."

Argument, stupid behavior.

In his mind, there were naturally two other people teaching this voice how to behave.

The old Gaunt house is very dilapidated.

The only heir to the old Gaunt house should now be Voldemort, that is, Tom Riddle.

If he is willing to take his mother's surname, he can also be called Tom Gunter. He is also the only heir of the Gunter family, and he has the legal inheritance rights of this house.

Due to its long disrepair, the old Gaunt house is very different from the old Black house that was destroyed by Tom. There are no traces of magic in the old Gaunt house. Instead, the ground is filled with many stains.

Like dried blood or spoiled fruit.

Full of unknowns.

Du Wei stood here with a smile.

He shouted loudly to himself: "Hello, Riddle, can you see? We came to the place where you hid the next Horcrux, right in your hometown, Riddle.

Do you need to come to me?

If you don't come to me, we will take your ring away!

Little baby, your Horcruxes are almost collected by us, and you are about to die, Riddle."

Du Wei poured the remaining half of the bottle of wine down his throat.

The murmuring in his ears got worse again, and he even had some hallucinations before his eyes, and his head was in severe pain.

"Are you okay, Duwei?"

Dumbledore turned his head and asked.

"I'm fine. I've probably never been better."

He said, and Dumbledore sighed. He turned his head again, looked at the house in front of him carefully, and said softly: "Bright as day!"

This was a spell that Du Wei had never heard of, but under this spell, the entire old house began to glow, and even the dust became a light source.

The effect is like a shadowless lamp.

Dumbledore carefully observed the magic left here, nodded and said: "The magic is not difficult, it is some small tricks I have learned in class.

Ancient wizards often used this kind of magic to hide treasures, and it's nothing new.

It’s not innovative, but it’s very skillful to use.”

The more he saw, the more disappointed Dumbledore became. This disciple of his had been focusing on dark magic for the past few years.

As for the rest of the magic, he has made no progress at all.

For other students, it is already a great thing to master the magic that can teach him, but for Voldemort, although Dumbledore did not say this to outsiders, he did once

I had hope that my student would be stronger than me.

It's a pity that Tom didn't do it!