In a small town at night, two figures, an old man and a young man, were walking on the street, and their reflections were very long in the moonlight.
The old man had white hair and was wearing a white-gray robe. His beard extended to his chest, which was tied with a purple ribbon.
The younger one is sixteen or seventeen years old, and his sapphire-like eyes are very charming. If he were not wearing glasses, he would probably be even more charming.
"Voldemort is back. If we want to defeat him, we must unite all the forces that can be united. Here, there lives a powerful wizard who can be helpful to our situation. If the situation wasn't so bad, I really don't want to come.
Disturb him."
The old man lowered his head slightly when he said this, waved his hand to the young man, and took out a note from his pocket.
When I caught my eye, I saw a note requesting a meeting, and the signature at the bottom was Arthur Weiss.
"Professor Dumbledore, what's wrong?" The young man raised his head slightly and looked at the old man's expression.
The old man, Dumbledore, smiled, shook his head, and said, "It's a message from Arthur. Don't worry, Harry, it's okay."
Spreading the note in his hand, Dumbledore started writing with his fingertips and wrote down his current address.
After writing the address, the writing on the note disappeared, as if the message had been sent, and it became a blank piece of paper again.
Three seconds later, the surrounding space blurred for a while, and when it returned to normal, there was a middle-aged man wearing a woolen sweater not far away.
"Arthur, what did I say to you when we last met?" Dumbledore put his hands in his sleeves, as if he was warming his hands, but in fact there was his wand there.
Arthur stood not far away, thought for a while and said: "You tell me, only if thousands of us stand up can we break through the darkness shrouding the sky."
Dumbledore nodded slightly, and every time he met, he would talk about the conversation he had when he left last time. This would help distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.
You must know that in the magical world, there is something called Polyjuice Potion, which can turn one person into another person.
The current situation is so chaotic that no one dares to say that the friend they are talking to must be their friend before being confirmed, and not someone pretending to be one.
"Professor, I met a very powerful man. He has a very troublesome curse on him. I think we can win him over to our side by helping him." Arthur took the initiative to step forward and speak.
At the same time, he looked at Harry and said with a smile: "Good evening, Harry!"
"Hello to you, Uncle Arthur." Harry smiled broadly, as happy as meeting a relative.
It's a pity that Dumbledore didn't give much time to reminisce about the past, so he took the initiative and asked: "Did you fight against each other?"
"Yes, I lost miserably. If he wanted to kill me, it would probably be no more difficult than getting a bottle of beer from the wine cabinet. And more importantly, he is an Asian and does not have the Death Eater mark on his hand, so he is not interested in the mysterious man.
Quite disdainful, he cannot be an accomplice of the mysterious man." As Arthur said this, he also recounted the situation at that time.
The more Dumbledore heard, the happier he became. Arthur was a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and Dumbledore knew his strength well.
The people who can easily defeat him are at the lowest level of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. There are not many people at the level of deputy principal in the entire wizarding world.
"What's his name, and what kind of curse is he on?" Dumbledore asked with joy and some impatience.
Arthur is not the leader of the Order of the Phoenix and has no idea how much pressure the Order of the Phoenix is facing.
Now that Voldemort is back, while Dumbledore is racking his brains, he also feels powerless. He needs strong support.
"Wang Xu, that's his name. It's hard to say whether it's true or not. The curse in him is also very strange. It's a curse that can make people have nightmares. I've tried several spells to break the curse, but the effect is not satisfactory.
." Arthur paused slightly and added: "I checked a lot of information, but I'm not sure at all about how to solve the curse. I think I should inform you."
"Arthur, you did a good job. You go back first. I will be there in a moment." Dumbledore glanced at the night and whispered to Harry: "Come with me, I will take you to see a
Man, he's worked with me, now it's time to bring him out."
"Professor, what's his name?"
"Horace Slughorn"
In the world of Harry Potter, there is no clear hierarchy, and Harry doesn't know what kind of strength Professor Slughorn actually has.
If Wang Xu were here, he could tell Harry with certainty that Slughorn had at least a vice principal level of strength.
There are four branches in Hogwarts, namely Gryffindor led by Professor McGonagall, Slytherin led by Professor Snape, Ravenclaw led by Professor Flitwick, and Professor Sprout.
of Hufflepuff.
The deans of these branches are more powerful than ordinary professors and are masters of magic.
When Voldemort was still a student, Slughorn was the dean of Slytherin. He and Professor Dumbledore were of the same era. He once regarded Voldemort as his most proud disciple and deeply respected him.
Hao.
Later, Voldemort became the villain, and Slughorn felt that he had lost face and chose to leave in frustration.
He has been away for decades, but it is undeniable that he is powerful. He has power far beyond that of ordinary wizards. His only shortcoming is his greed for fame and fortune.
"It's time to eat!"
Two flowers bloomed, one on each branch. When Arthur found Dumbledore, a dinner party also started in the Burrow.
On a long table that could seat more than a dozen people, there was a large plate of sandwiches and a pot of mushroom and meat soup.
Like a hard-working little bee, Mrs. Molly distributed two sandwiches and a bowl of mushroom soup to everyone, and said: "Everyone, eat quickly and have a taste of my craftsmanship."
Holding sandwiches in one hand and spoons in the other, the children lowered their heads and started eating.
Wang Xu did not move, but looked at the sandwich.
The sandwich is simple to make, with turkey, tomatoes, lettuce, and peanut butter sandwiched between two pieces of bread. It looks pretty good.
But it was too small. A sandwich was only half the size of a palm, and the bread was cut so thin that Wang Xu probably didn't even have two ounces of it if he put it on.
Seeing Wang Xu in a daze, Mrs. Mo Li sat next to him with a smile and asked proactively: "Doesn't it suit your taste?"
"It's okay. I'm very casual about what I eat." Wang Xu picked up the sandwich, took half a bite, and finished it in two bites.
It tastes pretty good. If I occasionally eat Western food, it's just a change of taste.
After one, two, or three bites, the two sandwiches given to him were gone.
Wang Xu refused to be polite to everyone, smiled and nodded to Mrs. Mo Li, stretched out his hand and took two more from the plate.
Two bites each, Wang Xu couldn't stop eating.
Martial arts practitioners themselves have a large appetite, and there are many people who eat ten kilograms of rice and meat a day. Wang Xu has practiced kung fu all over his body, and his appetite is also the best among martial arts practitioners.
At first, Mrs. Molly was very happy. The fact that the guests ate more meant that her cooking was good, and it was a joy to have people appreciate her.
It didn't work when we got to the back. Wang Xu didn't eat too much, but he ate too much.
Hermione ate one sandwich and a bowl of mushroom soup, Ginny ate two, and Ron ate three.
As for Wang Xu, he didn't stop eating. There were thirty sandwiches on the plate, and he ate twenty-two by himself. Mrs. Moli looked at her and gave him two of her own sandwiches, fearing that he wouldn't be full.
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Wang Xu welcomes all comers, and these days you are too shy to have enough to eat. He is not someone who comes to visit on an empty stomach and leaves on an empty stomach. At worst, he can just treat the Weiss family to a meal later.
"You've eaten so much, are you okay?" Seeing that Wang Xu was still serving soup, Mrs. Mo Li couldn't help but speak.
Wang Xu smiled and shook his head, and said bluntly: "I have always had a large appetite. I can usually eat enough for seven or eight people in one meal, and sometimes I can eat more."
Mrs. Molly swallowed. She had many children at home, so she made thirty sandwiches this time to save food for the children.
It's good now, let alone the children, even she doesn't have to eat. It looks like she will lose weight tonight.
"Mom, haven't you eaten yet?" Ginny, as expected of a little cotton-padded jacket, thought of her mother first.
Mrs. Mo Li smiled bitterly and said firmly: "I have gained weight recently and dare not eat anything at night."
"Mom, are you losing weight?" Ron responded slowly and agreed: "That's great. You are as fat as a seal now. It's time to lose weight."
"Haha" Mrs. Molly smiled tiredly. Who could she reason with when she met such a silly son?
Wang Xu ate a lot, but he was not a big fan like Ron. He said, "Mrs. Mo Li, you treat me to a sandwich, and I'll treat you to the Beijing roast duck."
After saying this, Wang Xu stretched out his hand and wiped it on the table, and a plate of Beijing roast duck suddenly appeared.
Taking a closer look, the duck was still steaming, obviously it had just come out of the oven.
"Please" Wang Xu pushed the roast duck forward, indicating that Mrs. Mo Li could have a taste.
Hermione looked on and secretly smacked her tongue, and couldn't help but ask: "What kind of magic is this?"
"No comment." Wang Xu smiled at Hermione. He didn't know any magic. He took it out of the space ring.
However, he didn't want to reveal too much about owning the space ring, nor did he think it was necessary to reveal it.