On the northern slope of a hill in Scotland, there is a house in an unknown place. It is the home of Serra Harrith, and not many people know that this famous wizard with eccentric personality lives here.
Today, Serra Harichs received a rare guest. An old man with a white beard walked towards this side with light steps. He stopped at the door and raised his hand to knock on the wooden door.
After a moment, the wooden door was opened from the inside.
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long, Sierra!" The visitor greeted the owner here.
"You are always so punctual." Harris said with a smile: "However, you didn't go to the party last time, and many people were disappointed."
"There's something going on over there with Nico." Dumbledore said vaguely, "I can't get away for the time being. Hello Mr. Anderson."
"Good morning, Professor Dumbledore." Albert nodded slightly and greeted the old man who appeared in the entrance hall. "Is Mr. Nico Flamel really alive?"
"Yes. But we'd better not discuss this matter here." Dumbledore winked at Albert and said, "He is in some trouble now."
"Okay, I know what you are worried about. My invasion spell did not detect anyone else around. Of course, if you are worried, you can use my emergency channel!" Harris understood Dumbledore's concerns.
After all, the other party is a mysterious person, so there is nothing wrong with being careful.
"Emergency exit?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly.
"You must know each other, come with me." Harry Heath took them to a room where the sundries were kept. There was a cabinet here.
"Vanishing cabinet?" Albert asked.
"Yes, the disappearing cabinet."
"I didn't expect you to still have such an old antique here." Dumbledore stretched out his hand to touch the disappearing cabinet and asked sideways, "By the way, can this thing still be used?"
"Of course, I just checked it not long ago." Harry Heath was a little dissatisfied with Dumbledore's questioning.
"This thing was very popular when the mysterious man was rampant last time. Let's start from another place." Harry Heath gestured to Albert to invite him first.
Albert stepped into the cabinet. After the cabinet was closed again, he felt a sense of emptiness in his body, as if he was descending in an elevator and the cabinet was quickly reopened.
After walking out, Albert found himself in a dusty room. The air in this ghost place was very bad, and there was a Gubler fire on the wall to provide light.
Not long after, Dumbledore and Harry Heath also came out of the disappearing cabinet.
"I bet you haven't taken care of this place for a long time." Dumbledore said, looking around.
"It's true that it hasn't been used for a long time." Harry Heath said with a smile: "We are underground now, so we can just apparate directly from here."
"Mr. Anderson, please hold my hand." Dumbledore said to Albert next to him. Harry Heath also stretched out his hand, and the three of them grabbed it together.
The next moment, the three of them disappeared.
After Albert got rid of the discomfort caused by the Apparition, the surrounding air became fresher, and they appeared in an alley of a city.
"Sir, is this really okay?" Albert could sense that Dumbledore was using the Disillusionment Curse on him, and the icy coldness quickly spread from the top of his head to his whole body.
"What."
Dumbledore didn't react for a moment.
"I can't use magic outside of school." Albert reminded helplessly, "I don't want to receive any more warning letters from the Ministry of Magic."
"Haha, you are right, those guys from the Ministry of Magic are always very unreliable." Harry Heath obviously didn't like dealing with those guys from the Ministry of Magic.
"Don't worry, they know you will be with me today." Dumbledore winked and said, "Also, there are always some loopholes in the law. You usually have to restrain and abide by it yourself."
Albert continued to sneer, but stopped talking.
There are indeed loopholes in the law, but how many of those loopholes were prepared by those who made the law for themselves? The saying "state officials are allowed to set fires, but the people are not allowed to light lamps" will never become outdated no matter where it is used.
"follow me!"
Dumbledore motioned for the two of them to follow him. He led Albert across the street and into a nearby lively apartment. When he passed the corner of the stairs on the third floor, Dumbledore stopped at the corner and raised his hand to click the button rhythmically.
The wall seemed to be knocking on the door.
After waiting for a few seconds, Dumbledore led the two of them directly through the wall, and they appeared in a corridor with no end in sight.
"Welcome to Apartment No. 12, Tulip Street." Dumbledore said softly.
When Dumbledore mentioned the apartment at No. 12 Tulip Street, a red wooden door appeared out of thin air in front of Albert.
"Is this the effect of the Fidelity Loyalty Curse?" It was the first time for Albert to have such an experience. It felt very magical. At that moment, Dumbledore must have leaked the secret to them when he said those words.
"You actually know this spell." Dumbledore motioned for him to follow.
After the doorbell rang, the wooden door opened from the inside, and an old and thin old man appeared at the door, smiling at the three of them.
"Albus, you're here."
The old man's eyes quickly moved away from Dumbledore and fell on Albert, showing a kind smile.
"No one is watching on the other side anymore. It should be safe for the time being." Dumbledore said softly after entering the room, "However, you should be careful yourself."
"Albus, are you sure you don't want to stay for a cup of black tea?" Perenal asked from the kitchen.
"No, I have other things to do." Dumbledore declined politely.
"Are you Serra Harichs?" Perenal said. "We haven't seen each other for a long time."
"About twelve years or so," Harris said, "I heard you guys were in some trouble."
"Yes, an unforeseen disaster." Perenal looked at Albert and said, "I think this is the amazing Mr. Anderson, right!"
"magic?"
Albert suddenly didn't know what to say.
"Yes, he is a very talented child." Harris said with a smile, "Of course, he is also quite magical."
"Sit down, kid, don't be too restrained." Nico said, "What would you like to drink?"
"Black tea, thank you."
"What about you? Sierra." Nico asked again.
"Same."
"I remember you preferred pumpkin juice."
"People change, and so do their interests."
The old man waved his magic wand and made them two cups of black tea.
"I see the shadow of the young Dumbledore in you." Perenal presented two snacks, "When we met him, he had just graduated from school and was full of talent."