Harry Potter – Approaching the Magic World

"Sir,"

Harry said tentatively, "Is the thing you want to tell me related to that prophecy? Is it to help me... Survive?"

"It has a lot to do with that prophecy."

Dumbledore said, his tone was so casual, as if Harry was asking him how the weather will be tomorrow, "Of course I Hope it will help you survive."

Dumbledore stood up, walked around the table, and walked past Harry.

Harry turned around eagerly in his chair, watching Dumbledore leaning down in front of the cabinet by the door.

When Dumbledore straightened up, he held a shallow stone basin familiar to Harry in his hand, with a circle of weird symbols engraved on the mouth of the basin.

He put the penis on the table in front of Harry.

"You seem to be worried."

Indeed, Harry looked at the penis with worry and fear.

For this weird object for storing and displaying thoughts and memories, the several experiences he had had before were quite enlightening, but they were very uncomfortable.

For example, the last time he broke in without permission, he saw a lot of things he didn't want to see.

However, Dumbledore has a smile on his face.

"This time, you enter the basin with me... and, more unusually, you are permitted."

"Where shall we go, sir? "

"Walk down Bob Ogden's memory lane."

Dumbledore said, taking out a crystal bottle from his pocket, which contained a kind of spinning float. Silver white stuff.

"Who is Bob Ogden?"

"He worked in the Magic Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

Dumbledore said, "He died It’s been a while.

But before he died, I tried my best to find him and convince him to tell me these memories.

Now, we have to accompany him. A place he visited during his mission.

Harry, stand up..."

But Dumbledore could not pull out the cork of the crystal bottle: his injured hand seemed It hurts and doesn't let it go.

"Sir .

"Sir—how did your hand hurt?"

Harry looked at the scorched fingers with disgust and sympathy, and asked again.

"It's not the time to talk about it, Harry, not when the time comes.

We have a date with Bob Ogden."

Dumbledore poured the silver substance in the bottle into the meditation basin, and they slowly rotated in the basin, emitting a faint gleam, neither liquid nor gas.

"You go in first."

Dumbledore pointed to the meditation basin and said.

Harry leaned forward, took a deep breath, and plunged his head into the silver substance.

He felt his feet leave the office floor.

He passed through the rotating darkness, falling down, falling, and suddenly, the strong sunlight stabbed him to close his eyes.

Without waiting for his eyes to adjust, Dumbledore landed beside him.

They were standing on a country road with tall, tangled bushes and hedges on both sides, and the summer sky above their heads was as clear and blue as forget-me-not flowers.

About ten steps away in front of them, stood a short and chubby man. He was wearing a pair of glasses with very thick lenses. His eyes were reduced by Small Accomplishment by two points. Like the eyes of a mole.

He was reading a wooden road sign protruding from the thorny bush on the left side of the path.

Harry knew this must be Ogden, because he couldn’t see anyone around, and he wore an ancient weird outfit like those inexperienced wizards who wanted to dress up like muggles: a belt The striped swimsuit was covered with a tuxedo overcoat, and shoe covers were on the feet.

As soon as Harry finished looking at his weird appearance, Ogden walked quickly down the path.

Dumbledore and Harry followed along. As he passed the wooden signpost, Harry looked up at its two indicator arrows.

The one pointing to their path said: Great Hangleton, 5 miles.

Pointing in the direction Ogden is going, it says: Little Hangleton, 1 mile.

They walked for a while, and there was nothing else around. They only saw the tall bushes and hedges on both sides, the vast blue summer sky above their heads, and the silhouette of the rusty walking in the dress overcoat in front of them.

Then, the path turned to the left and descended steeply along the hillside, so they suddenly and unexpectedly found a valley, which was presented in front of them with a sweeping view.

Harry saw a village, which was undoubtedly Little Hangleton, situated between two steep hillsides, the church and cemetery were clearly visible.

On the hillside across the valley, there is a very magnificent mansion surrounded by large green grasslands.

Because the downhill road was too steep, Ogden trot involuntarily.

Dumbledore took a step further, and Harry speeded up and followed behind.

He thought Little Hangleton must be their final destination, so, just like the night they went to find Slughorn, he wondered why they had to walk so far.

Soon he found out that he had made a mistake. They were not going to the village.

The path turned right, and when they turned the corner, the hem of Ogden's dress coat flashed, and he was missing in a gap in the fence.

Dumbledore and Harry followed him to a narrow dirt road,

The bushes on both sides were taller and denser than the ones they had just passed by.

The dirt road is winding, potholes, and full of rubbish rocks. It descends steeply like the trail just now, and seems to lead to a small piece of dark wood below.

Sure enough, the dirt road connected to the undergrowth without going too far, Ogden stopped and pulled out the wand, Dumbledore and Harry also stopped behind him.

"Actually, I think it’s the first time that a person’s followers appear like this,"

Jon leaned on a tree and looked at Hermione who was vomiting and said, "But I never thought your reaction was so big, but it’s normal. It’s fine to wait for you to learn Disapparation."

He didn’t plan to use Disapparation to come here, but now the Ministry of Magic has It's no longer the Ministry of Magic before, so he doesn't use the Form Displacement Shadow, which is relatively more wasteful of magic power.

Although there is no less, it is still dangerous to cut through the space. If he is alone, of course there is no problem, but with Hermione, it is better to choose a safer way.

Hermione is about to spit out her bile. Of course she wants to use wand to impose a magic on herself, but she can’t even recite a complete spell, and Jon is standing by and watching Did not mean to help at all.

It doesn't look like a teacher at all.