69novels Chapter 241 Work Needs Rest Time
Chapter 241 Work Needs Rest Time
Chapter 241 Work Needs Rest Time
Harry followed Dumbledore out of Hogwarts Castle and watched as Dumbledore drew his wand and tapped it on a stone.
The stone glowed blue, and Harry knew that the headmaster had made another Portkey.
Where are we going now?
"I have an old colleague named Horace Slughorn. Due to some issues with Potions, I'd like to ask him to return to Hogwarts."
"How can I help, Headmaster?" Harry was puzzled. He had originally thought that Dumbledore had discovered something about Voldemort—that day, on Lane's advice, he went to Dumbledore to confess that Voldemort had spoken in his mind.
Harry recognized the expression on Dumbledore's face that time; he had seen the same look on Lane's face before, which meant that it was exactly as expected.
It's as if Dumbledore always knew that Harry would hear Voldemort's voice.
"I think you're the one we need most. You'll definitely come in handy." Dumbledore didn't explain in detail, but simply told Harry to place his hand on the stone.
The next instant, everything around him turned pitch black, and he was subjected to intense pressure from all directions, making it impossible for him to breathe.
He then began to breathe heavily and opened his eyes.
They arrived at their destination.
Before me lies a tranquil, azure lake at the foot of the mountain. The lake is sparsely populated, surrounded by countless mountains, and teeming with life.
There seemed to be traces of human activity near the lake. However, these traces were too faint, giving the impression that they were more like an illusion unconsciously constructed by the forest living in the area.
"Traces of a corpse?"
Harry heard Dumbledore frown and say something.
"A corpse?"
"One type of corpse is one that has been cursed and serves the dark wizards. We haven't seen any since Voldemort was defeated by you in your swaddling clothes. At that time, Voldemort killed many people and created a large number of Infernals."
Harry was completely absorbed in the terrifying vision Dumbledore had described.
Completely oblivious, Dumbledore drew his wand and tapped it lightly in front of him before letting out a long sigh of relief: "Thank goodness it's not. Although the Slughorn family is an ancient pure-blood family, they're not as extreme as Voldemort."
Upon investigation, he discovered that the traces he had sensed earlier were not as horrific as he had imagined. They resembled a magical puppet, created using the corpse of a dead person, and one that had been in existence for a very long time, suggesting a protective mechanism left behind by the Slughorn family in the past. It was not made by his old colleague, the current Slughorn.
Because Harry was still preoccupied with the terrifying scene, imagining a large group of corpses lunging at him with bared teeth and claws, he paid no attention to his surroundings and just kept following Dumbledore. When Dumbledore suddenly stopped, Harry was caught off guard and bumped into him.
"What happened, sir?"
"I've written a few letters to Horace, and he's very resistant to returning to Hogwarts. So I didn't inform him in advance about this trip—and old pure-blood family manors always have some kind of protection."
Dumbledore's implication was very clear: the homeowner was unaware of their visit and had no intention of opening the door.
"Can we just apparite or break in—"
Harry was halfway through coming up with an idea when he realized that what he was saying was unreasonable. After all, they had come to ask for help, so they needed to be polite.
So he quickly changed the subject: "But where is Mr. Horace's house? I don't see any manor houses here."
"There are traces of magic nearby. This means the manor has been hidden."
Dumbledore waved his wand again.
Suddenly, Ali saw patterns like shards of broken glass unfold before him, followed by a crisp sound. A magnificent manor appeared before him.
On his way to Knockturn Alley, Ryan first stopped by the Tower of Fantasy to shake hands with the Mirror Wizard inside, chat with him, and inquire about his family life, showing concern for them.
"How have you been lately?"
"Is the salary enough to eat and wear?"
"Is the vacation time enough?"
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"Is a six-hour workday acceptable? After all, we need to give you enough time to learn magic on your own."
Ryan asked about everything he had ever fantasized about, and the Tower of Fantasy was filled with weeping.
All the magic wizards who were asked were moved to tears, and some were even unable to speak, choking up several times.
No one has ever treated us better than you.
"That's not it. It's just that my teachers told me I need to have a conscience."
The true master of the Tower of Fantasy had a long talk with the Tower of Fantasy's employees, giving them money and gifts along the way. Then, as if under a mind control spell, he made all the magic wizards even more devoted to him.
After a long conversation, Ryan walked from the first floor to the top floor, deep in thought. The Tower of Fantasy could very well serve as the location for the first large-scale magic storage device, and would also be the first wizarding tower in the wizarding world.
Although this place isn't as full of students as Hogwarts, the wizards and maggots who work here can significantly extend the lifespan of large-scale analog storage devices.
At the same time, the abundant magical atmosphere can also improve the Squirrel's physique to a certain extent. This improvement does not mean that the Squirrel can cast spells without relying on the magnifying wand. Rather, it means that the Squirrel is more adept and successful at casting spells with the magnifying wand.
After visiting their own employees, they naturally took the opportunity to check on the Magic Mirror Wizards who had traveled from afar to worship at the holy site. These people were gathered around the Tower of Fantasy and Ollivander's Wand Shop, their faces filled with anticipation.
"My brother Walter collected enough Galleons yesterday and got his own wand from Ollivander's Wand Shop!"
"Old Master Horn also exchanged pounds for enough Galleons —"
Some of the pilgrims had their own wands, while others did not. They discussed how one after another, their fellow citizens had shed their Squib status and entered the ranks of wizards.
"Are wands hard to obtain now?"
A voice sounded beside them, but they paid it no mind, because every day Squibs would hear the news and rush over to inquire about the price of the wand.
Since the person asking the question might be one of their own, the helpful Squirrels explained: "Wand acquisition is expensive, for us. Most of us aren't doing well in the Muggle world and don't have enough spare money to exchange for Galleons. And because there's so much Muggle money flooding into Gringotts right now, the goblins of Gringotts around the world are researching ways to reduce the exchange limit per person."
The person explaining shrugged helplessly: "The goblins make it sound so lonely and helpless, but they have no choice. They think Muggle paper money is completely useless. The reason they can exchange currencies is purely to take care of Muggle-born wizards and us—"
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