Chapter 711 Gaunt’s Old House
In addition to Weasley jokes, the banquet at the Court of Owls Club also included carefully prepared surprises.
Fred and George mysteriously opened a silver-white suitcase, "Everyone, look at this, this is a veteran living fossil that witnesses the history of our school!"
"Hiss—" A long snake poked its head out of the suitcase, followed by a huge snake head.
The appearance of Jomgande scared almost all the girls to pale.
"Ah -" Their screams made Jomgand stunned, not knowing whether to continue to get out.
Seeing the way it blinked its cute and big eyes, everyone knew it had no ill intentions.
There is no other thousand-year-old basilisk in the world, and it is also one of the mysterious directors of the school.
Jomgander squinted his eyes and raised his head high, as if to express his happiness.
Its huge body slowly emerged from the suitcase, causing another wave of exclamations from below.
When Vincent came in, he saw that it was surrounded by everyone.
Harry acted as a translator and answered questions, while Fred and George took photos with their alchemy cameras.
The photos taken with the Millennium Basilisk will definitely become their beautiful campus memories.
Those students who went home during the Christmas vacation may have their intestines turned green with regret.
"Meow——" Crookshanks came over quietly and rubbed against Vincent's trousers, as if he was equipped with a locator.
In the distance, Hermione, who witnessed this scene, looked down at Gugu in her arms, and suddenly felt that this was good.
Daphne next to her followed her gaze and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly, "It seems that your efforts were not in vain."
Hermione quickly looked away, "I just gave him the scarf so that he could cover the scar on his neck."
I started knitting it in November until the day before yesterday. I took it apart three times and re-knitted it because I was not satisfied.
Seeing that she was still being stubborn, Daphne knew that their ambiguity would last for a long, long time.
The banquet of the Court of Owls lasted until the evening. When the exhausted Jomgund got back into the suitcase, it was time for Vincent to go back and continue opening gifts.
The reason why there are so many this year is largely due to the booming business of the alchemy shop.
As if they had made an appointment, alchemists from all over the world anonymously sent him one exquisitely crafted and powerful alchemy tool after another.
There's even a brand new Firebolt among them.
They actually knew about Beta's damage, and they were really "concerned" enough.
Vincent didn't take such a naked provocation seriously.
If you want to bring down his alchemy shop, you must first find a way to lower the selling price and cost.
If you can't pass this level, no matter how incredible the alchemy tools are, you won't be afraid.
Late at night, the scattered owls finally stopped coming with gifts.
"Aha——" He stretched out a lot and jumped directly into bed to sleep.
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I slept until noon, and when I woke up, I saw Fox playing with Gugu.
Vincent's eyelids were twitching wildly, he changed his clothes, put on his scarf and went straight to the principal's office.
Dumbledore was indeed waiting for him, and so was Harry.
It's just Gunter's old house, so just go.
After a flash of brilliant red fire, Fawkes appeared on Dumbledore's shoulder.
"Let's go."
There was another brilliant red fire, and the three of them appeared in front of a dilapidated wooden shed.
The area was full of weeds and shrubs, the wooden walls were covered with moss, and half of the roof collapsed.
The nettles around it have grown up to the windows that are covered with old dirt, and you can vaguely feel the slight smell of black magic.
Vincent and Harry couldn't help but feel sad that the once glorious Gaunt family had fallen into such decline.
Dumbledore had told Harry about the Horcruxes, and one of them might be hidden inside.
"Please step back."
The two retreated obediently.
When the distance was safe enough, Dumbledore pointed the Elder Wand towards the door where a shriveled dead snake was nailed.
A large amount of black mist quickly emerged from the crack in the door.
The weeds on the ground withered immediately upon contact with them, and the surrounding air seemed to become thinner.
Dumbledore waved the Elder Wand, sucking all the black mist into the huge vortex at the tip of the wand.
When the last wisp was sucked in, the vortex rippled a few times like water, and then slowly disappeared into the air.
The door with the shriveled dead snake nailed on it opened, and countless rusty iron nails shot out into the darkness.
The more traps are laid, the more important it becomes to prove what's inside.
Dumbledore lightly drew a circle in front of him with the Elder Wand, and those deadly iron nails fell down one after another as if they hit the steel plate.
It was pitch dark inside the house and nothing could be seen.
The tip of the Elder Wand shot into a ball of bright light, but it was instantly swallowed up by endless darkness.
"It seems we are in the right place." Dumbledore turned to face the two of them.
"Before I go in, I have to deal with the countless terrible magics inside."
With every wave of the Elder Wand, Voldemort laid one less trap.
But this is where the Horcruxes are placed, and even Dumbledore would have spent a lot of time doing it.
After waiting patiently for a few minutes, the two simply started chatting.
"You also received a Firebolt sent anonymously?"
"Also? You shouldn't have received it too, right?"
Vincent has received many anonymous Christmas gifts.
Almost all of them are the proud works of alchemists. Of course they have the financial resources to acquire Firebolts starting at 10,000 Galleons.
But what happened to Harry?
Vincent lowered his head and thought, his eyes suddenly became strange, "Could it be a rich girl who has a crush on you?"
Harry's face was full of absurdity, "What about you? This rich lady also has a crush on both of us?"
Since she is a rich girl who has a crush on them, why would she give gifts anonymously?
Unless...she couldn't be named?
Could it be that she is a married woman?
"Hiss—" Vincent suddenly took a breath of cold air,
"Anyway, my Rogue Rabbit has been repaired. You don't have any other brooms, so you can use it with peace of mind."
"Okay." Harry always felt that his eyes were still strange, as if he was pitying himself.
Thinking of the spectacle of Gryffindor Tower that was known to the whole school yesterday, it is estimated that there are many rich girls who have a crush on Vincent.
As we chatted, the sky began to darken.
Dumbledore was still disarming the trap, and the frequency of waving the Elder Wand was obviously much slower.
"Is the professor in trouble?" Harry looked worried.
Vincent waved his hand disapprovingly, "How can Tom cause trouble for him? He is probably too weak and exhausted."
As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of impact erupted from Gunter's old house.
Dumbledore waved his hand to stop it, then turned back and smiled kindly at the two of them, "Mr. Wayne, I'm still energetic."
After clearing the layers of traps laid by Voldemort himself, he was still able to eavesdrop on their conversation while being distracted. It really didn't seem like he was physically weak.
Vincent curled his lips, not apologetic at all, but rather impatient.
"I will speed up." Dumbledore didn't pay too much attention and turned around to continue disarming the trap.
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