The Death Knell

"I don't know what you're talking about." Mrs. Figg hugged the cat tightly in her arms, as if she was frightened and couldn't react. She looked at the chain on the door with dull eyes: "Get out of here, you gangster." , otherwise I'm going to scream and the neighbors will come and ask the officer to put you in a little cell."

The young one-eyed man held his arms and did not infringe her further. He just looked around with interest, as if observing the furnishings in the room, such as the curtains whose lace had fallen off.

"You can shout, even if your throat is broken by shouting... No, that's not appropriate to say. It should be said that if you don't mind the neighbors knowing Harry Potter's identity, you can shout loudly."

"I..." The old lady's face suddenly turned pale. She didn't say anything, but the rapid shrinkage of her pupils represented her mood.

The young man passed her by, walked into the living room on his own, sat down on the shabby and dirty old sofa, and even grabbed the sleeping cat "Xueer" beside her, and put his big hands on its white The fur ruffled.

The cat woke up from the dream and wanted to run away, as if the visitor had some terrible aura on him, but when the other person turned over his hand and took out a small box and offered catnip, Xueer immediately rebelled and surrendered to the enemy.

Cats are such fickle little creatures, much like humans.

"You don't need to say anything. I understand that the secret of the Loyalty Curse is stored in Dumbledore's soul." The young man happily watched the cat rolling and twisting in his arms, and smiled: "I know a lot of things, far away It's beyond your imagination. And this is enough to prove that I have no malicious intentions, otherwise you will simply not be able to bear the consequences of exposing these secrets."

"You..." Mrs. Figg closed the door and frowned and asked the uninvited guest on the sofa in the living room. However, she was interrupted just as she opened her mouth.

The young man looked at her as if he was looking forward to welcoming black tea, and replied without any discomfort: "I said, I just want to negotiate a condition with Dumbledore. Although you don't have the ability to cast spells, I want to , there is still a way for members of the Order of the Phoenix to contact your big boss, right?"

The old woman hugged the cat tightly. What the other party said was true. Not only did she know that she was a squib, she also knew about her duty to take care of Harry Potter, and she also knew about the Order of the Phoenix.

This is not news that ordinary people in the magic world can know.

In any case, if the other party refuses to leave here, he can only let Dumbledore handle it. After all, this place is too close to Harry Potter, and the Boy Who Lived cannot afford to miss it.

"I need to make a phone call, a Muggle communication device." She pointed to the corner of the living room, where there was an old telephone with a slightly faded black color.

Su Ming smiled and nodded. He made a greeting gesture with his backhand, just like a real British gentleman:

"Please, this is your home after all. I guess you want to call the Cottage and ask Mrs. Weasley to use Floo powder to go to Hogwarts to tell Dumbledore. It's a good idea. Please tell her for me. Say hello. By the way, my name is Slade Wilson, codenamed Deathstroke, the Sorcerer Supreme from the United States."

Mrs. Figg was already numb. The other party seemed to know everything, and her plans were completely seen through. This person's danger level had exceeded the sky.

But even though it's a little late, at least you know what the other person's name is, right?

I hope Dumbledore will find a way...

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Su Ming, who was petting the cat and waiting, actually didn't like this house because it was filled with the smell of cat urine. This place was more like an animal paradise than a human home. In typical British style, the small citizens here could always put the garden into their care. Bungalows became slums.

The current location is the Lego multiverse. In fact, this is a multiverse that he has wanted to explore for a long time because it is very active.

Countless different worlds are like small balls scattered in the invisible space. They are stationary most of the time, but sometimes this small ball is close to Marvel, sometimes close to DC, and there are many other worlds that are different. A little bit connected to it.

However, it is still independent on its own, like a crossroads among many universes.

Whether it is to gain some benefits or for future plans, it is necessary to come here to explore.

After entering Lego Multiverse, he actually chose several parallel universes, such as the Lego version of Zhenglian. Unfortunately, it mainly told the story of the 'friendship' between Batman and the Joker, and there was nothing interesting.

The same is true for the Lego version of the Avengers world. The power level is too low, far inferior to our own 40K universe.

There is also Lego Star Wars. Obviously there are genuine ones to choose from, but the one here has also been passed off.

I have no intention of watching other interactive worlds like Ninjago and Jurassic Park.

Finally, after picking and choosing, Su Ming discovered the world of Lego Harry Potter.

At first, I was a little worried that the characters in it would be yellow-faced villains. There were round bumps on the ground, and the whole world was pixelated...

After I came in, I discovered that it was no different from other universes. People still looked like humans and everything was very real. This made me feel relieved.

Thinking about it carefully, this is indeed the right thing to do, otherwise every comic universe I entered before would have been filled with paper figures.

Did you enter a certain universe to manifest it or ascend to another dimension? Is this idea too idealistic? Forget it, as for why this is happening, write it down first, maybe one day there will be an answer.

When he came back to his senses, he saw an old man with a white beard getting out of the fireplace. He had half-moon eyes, a tall pointed hat, and a gentle smile on his face.

"Ms. Figg, your Floo network should really be repaired. Have you submitted a report to the Ministry of Magic?"

As soon as he got out, he complained about the network problems in an old but somewhat funny voice, as if he had returned to his own home.

Mrs. Figg was a little speechless. As a squib and unable to use the Floo network, you could tell at a glance why no one came to fix it, right? So what if the report is handed in? The bureaucrats pretended not to see it.

Seeing her expression of 'three years later, three years later, ten years already, boss', Dumbledore also came back to his senses and stroked his beard with a smile:

"Well, it seems that my posture when getting into the fireplace is not correct. I will tell Fudge personally when I have time. Haha, could you please make a pot of tea for me and the guests coming from afar? Add more honey."

"You should eat less sweets, Master. What Muggles call diabetes is just for you." Mrs. Figg complained, but she still walked to the kitchen, and soon there was the sound of the kettle filling. .

Dumbledore acted as if he hadn't heard anything. He took out a few pieces of 'cockroach candy' from the inner pocket of his robe, walked up to Su Ming, and looked at him with interest, but Deathstroke, who was wearing a suit, There's nothing special about it.

"Guest, do you want to eat?"

"No, thank you." Su Ming was not interested in living cockroaches that could crawl.

The old man scratched the top of his head with some regret, turned around and sat on the other side of the sofa opposite Su Ming: "I really don't enjoy candy, okay, young man, I heard that you are looking for me?"

Su Ming let go of the white cat in his arms, but it didn't want to leave and was still rubbing his ankles under the sofa.

Pushing it aside slightly, Deathstroke nodded towards the old mage: "I'm here to negotiate terms."