Just as Anton and Dumbledore were chatting, a muffled shout suddenly came from the screen.
Obviously, this is not simply 'refraction of light', but also includes a bit of 'transmission of sound'.
But this is not the point. The two of them looked at the scene in the mist with strange expressions. An old wizard with a striking silver-white mustache and a bald head ran out quickly, wrapped in a bathrobe, and there was still some stain on the end of his beard.
Bath bubbles.
This old wizard doesn't seem to be that old. As a professor who had done very well when Voldemort was a student, he is actually close to a hundred years old now, but he still looks like he is only in his fifties or sixties.
Through the neckline of the bathrobe, you can still see the strong muscles and the skin is well maintained.
The old wizard looked around, picked up a vial containing the blood of some magical animal from the table, shook it around, and then waved his wand hard.
"Silence!"
In an instant, the sound disappeared from the picture in the mist.
But Anton and Dumbledore could still detect the spell the old wizard would cast next from the shape of his mouth - 'Split into pieces!'.
As the old wizard waved his wand, the whole room seemed to have experienced a fierce battle.
A grandfather clock first hit the wall, and then was bounced off by the huge force and flew out, smashing into pieces in the middle of the hall.
The strings of the piano placed in the corner of the living room seemed to be playing the most exciting song, and the keys exploded into the air, swinging out a few notes and scattered everywhere.
As the old wizard moved around, the huge chandelier fell down, and the glass shards raised a brilliant light in the firelight.
The picture frame on the wall, the ceramic plate on the table, the dark green glass ink tank, raspberries and other berries on the fruit plate, the plant ashes in the fireplace, the books on the shelf opposite...
All of them exploded.
There was a big hole in the wall, the wooden floor was torn apart, and it was a mess.
The old wizard seemed to be very satisfied with the effect. His light green eyes flickered a few times and he tightened the tight purple bathrobe embroidered with silver thread vine patterns.
Suddenly, his whole body began to tremble, and his body deformed rapidly.
As if adding special effects, he transformed into an armchair with purple cushions and back cushions in a very short period of time.
snap
The armchair tilted straight back and bounced twice on the ground.
The quills on the table and the books on the bookshelf exploded with debris scattered on the chair and around them, which looked inconspicuous.
At this moment, the armrest of the armchair suddenly turned into an arm again, holding up the wand and waving it gently around, then retracted and turned into an armrest again.
Suddenly, the voice on the screen came again.
Anton looked at Dumbledore with a strange expression. Dumbledore smiled narrowly and shrugged, "Let's go."
Walking along the street to the house diagonally opposite, the front door to the garden was hinged open and hanging crookedly.
Walking from the path in the garden, opening the door, you will see a narrow porch. The doors on the left and right are messily open. Moving forward again, you will find the living room decorated in the battlefield style that you just saw.
"It seems like there was a fierce battle here!"
Anton cooperated very well and let out an exaggerated cry of panic, "The evil mysterious man must have sent someone to arrest this old professor, Merlin's beard, everything is too bad!"
"Professor Dumbledore, what should we do? We seem to be a step too late!"
Lao Deng rolled his eyes and took the wand in his hand and stabbed the cushion of the armchair hard with the tip of the wand.
"Hey!" The chair let out a scream.
In just an instant, he transformed into an old wizard again and got up from the ground angrily.
"Good morning, Horace." Dumbledore looked at his old colleague with a smile.
Horace Slughorn patted the crumbs on his bathrobe and looked at Dumbledore unhappily, "It's not good at all. You shouldn't have stabbed me in the stomach so hard just now!"
Dumbledore snickered, with a kind of mischievousness that was very rare in Anton. Oh, to be precise, it should be very common in George and Fred.
Maybe when George and Fred become famous in the future, they will become as majestic as Dumbledore, and their original personalities will only be revealed in front of familiar old friends.
Dumbledore looked at Slughorn's appearance, which was much younger than himself, and couldn't help but sigh, "You still look so young."
"No!" Slughorn glanced at Dumbledore warily, "I'm old and often feel out of breath. I have asthma and rheumatism, and my legs and feet are not as flexible as before. Alas, this
It is also expected that people become old and lose their usefulness."
"I'm getting old... Then I need a safe place to retire. It's not good to hide everywhere," Dumbledore drawled, chuckled, looked around, and looked at the photo frame on the ground.
A group photo of a family, eyebrows slightly raised, "Especially in other people's homes, it's very uncomfortable, isn't it?"
Slughorn's expression dimmed, he pursed his lips, and he picked up a chair from the ground and sat down, "It's been a year since I wrote letters to my outstanding students.
Contacted, moved from one Muggle residence to another, the owner of this house is on vacation in the Canary Islands..."
As he spoke, his expression became wary again, and he glared at Dumbledore fiercely, "I live very comfortably here, and I really can't bear to leave. I just need not let the neighbors see me when I move the piano in..."
Xiuer
Anton didn't expect that this old wizard would bring a piano with him when he was avoiding the Death Eaters' search?
Dumbledore shrugged without comment, just waved his wand and cast the Restoration Charm.
Suddenly, everything seemed to go back in time, all the broken things were reorganized, and the things that fell to the ground flew back to their original places.
"It looks much more comfortable now." Dumbledore looked at Slughorn with a smile, "Horace, let me introduce to you, this is..."
Before he finished speaking, Slughorn interrupted him, "Come Anthony Weiss. Of course I know that an extremely good wizard can defeat Tom at such a young age."
Anton grinned brightly and said, "Hello"
"I'm not well at all!" Slughorn felt the shaking of the chair under his butt, and couldn't help but stand up, letting it reunite with the cracked back of the chair. "Come on, Wes, I wrote you a lot.
Letter, I hope to get to know you, invite you to my manor as a guest, invite you to attend an excellent party, but you have ignored me!"
Anton blinked in shock, "Is there?"
Dumbledore laughed and said, "With Anton's personality, I guess he must have been mixed in with countless letters and burned."
"!
Slughorn looked at Anton in disbelief, "Merlin's beard, every letter is an opportunity, how can you not take it seriously?"
Anton thought about it seriously and finally shook his head, "I focus on magic and have no other thoughts. I am not very good at socializing. If there are really attractive opportunities, maybe a fire can't burn them out. It will
Find your own way."
"for example……"
Anton looked at him with a smile, "I'm here to see you now, face to face."
"Oh" Slughorn sighed, "You are just like Tom back then..."
As he spoke, he glanced at Dumbledore, sighed slightly, and said nothing more.
"It's different, Mr. Slughorn." Anton winked at him and smiled, "I am on the same page as Professor Dumbledore!"
ha
Are they all the same now?
Dumbledore's expression became strange, but he still nodded to Slughorn, "Yes, we all have the same appeal. I hope you can come and help us!"
"I know it! I don't want it! I have been tired all my life. I am an old man. A tired old man has the right to live a quiet life and get some material enjoyment. You can't seduce me at all, you will only want me.
I don’t want to risk my life…”
Slughorn was muttering something in his mouth. He walked slowly to a pearwood chest of drawers, picked up the bottle of fire dragon blood that had just been spilled on the floor and wall as traces of battle, and said with some distress.
, "Oops, it looks a little dirty."
Anton walked over with a smile, slowly took the bottle of fire dragon blood from his hand, and shook it gently.
I saw that the fire dragon's blood, which had become a bit messy, was spinning rapidly in the glass bottle with the goddess' relief, and gradually became crystal clear again, shining with a spiritual luster full of magic.
"Oh" Slughorn's eyes widened in shock, "How did you do that!"
"Enough understanding of the magic potion material of fire dragon blood, the necessary magic potion material processing techniques, as well as the cleaning spell and recovery spell." Anton put the bottle of fire dragon blood in his palm with his backhand, holding it and stretching it out.
In front of Slughorn, "Professor Dumbledore thinks that we can provide you with better shelter so that you will not live a life of hiding."
"But I think..."
"Perhaps I can take you to a more dazzling and magical magical world, a magical world that even wizards will be amazed by."
Anton's eyes were burning, shining with a light that Slughorn had never seen before. For a moment, he felt as if he had encountered the kind of 'sage' or 'wizard guide' that only existed in fairy tales or mythology.
image of "their".
Slughorn looked at Dumbledore, then at Anton, opened and closed his mouth, and finally slowly picked up the bottle of fire dragon blood from Anton's hand.
"Mr. Weasley, what do you want me to do?"
"You must know that I used ritual magic to transform Muggles into wizards in the 100 Tournament, right? I want to promote this kind of thing is not a simple technical issue, I need the help of someone who is wise, prestigious and influential enough.
"
In fact, it's not Anton who needs the old man's help, it's the group of people in the hut who need it. Quack, Anton originally planned to leave this matter to them. With such a person helping, it sounds like it will be better than simply listening to Hermione and
Draco is much more reliable when it comes to making noises.