Chapter 183

"Sneeze!"

Klein, sitting in the corner of the library, sneezed and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"Who says I'm handsome behind my back?"

Holding a quill pen and dipping it in ink, he smiled, moved his neck and put his eyes back on the research report in front of him.

"About the tenth use of sheep liver fruit".

After two years of study and continuous practice, Snape is now 70-80% sure that he can solve the problems he raised to make things difficult for him.

Solve the ninety-nine problems of magic medicine~

It's exciting to think about it!

Of course, this problem can not be solved overnight.

He thought that if he could give himself a satisfactory answer before the end of this semester, his efforts for such a long time would not be wasted.

"Klein."

Klein was writing hard. Suddenly, a familiar voice came from his mind.

It's a "secret spell"!

"What's the matter?"

Dumbledore is one of only two people in this school who can communicate with Klein.

Hearing the old headmaster's call, he put down his pen and gently put his index finger against his temple.

"Come to my office. I have something to ask you."

"OK."

Anyway, I can't do anything for a while. Just relax. Klein replied to Dumbledore and put the borrowed books back on the shelf as usual. Then he left the library and came to the eighth floor of Hogwarts castle.

The stone monsters on both sides seemed not to see him at all. He pushed the door and entered Dumbledore's principal's room.

"Headmaster, I'm coming."

Stepping into the office, Klein greeted Dumbledore with great familiarity.

Turning his head slightly, he swept the portraits of the headmaster on the wall - sure enough, they fell asleep again.

"May your dreams be with you."

After silently blessing the old principals, Klein stood at Dumbledore's desk and began to consider whether to jump to that table and sit down.

Anyway, he hasn't sat at that table for a long time, and he still wonders about that feeling.

"Don't even think about it."

Looking at the whole world, only Klein dared to sit down on someone's desk. As soon as the old man's face changed, he panicked and put the tea cup in his hand in the middle of the desk.

"Well, what can I do for you?"

With some regret, Klein shrugged and took the initiative to say.

"Well, there are some things."

Dumbledore crossed his fingers in front of him and nodded.

"You know, alastor and I have been tracking down Voldemort's Horcrux. We have a clue about the fake Horcrux last time."

Last time in the cave, Dumbledore took Klein with him in order to crack Voldemort's backhand.

Then a fierce fire and a black hole will clean up all the forbidden destruction

Unexpectedly, I finally got a fake Horcrux!

In order to find out the meaning of "r.a.b" in the fake Horcrux, the "crazy eyed man" kept investigating for a long time before he locked in the famous "Death Eater" Regulus around Voldemort Blake.

For this man, Dumbledore and moody went to Azkaban prison to collect information.

Now everything is ready, only due to the east wind, Sirius Blake and old headmaster Phineas In Blake's mouth, he has determined the location of Blake's old house.

The real Slytherin pendant box and Voldemort's Horcrux are likely to be there!

After hearing what Dumbledore said, Klein blinked.

It turned out that Dumbledore and Professor moody had done so many things secretly when he "didn't do his job" and wanted to achieve two flowering achievements in style.

Tut.

Say it earlier, you should have said it earlier. Whenever you ask me, I will tell you the true identity of "r.a.b" and tell you that the real Horcrux is in the old black house and in the hands of the domestic elf kliche.

If I'm in a good mood, maybe the golden cup and resurrection stone ring will go out.

But now

"Well, I understand the situation. What do you need me to do?"

Unwilling to attack the enthusiasm of the elderly, Klein decided to put everything in his heart and resist everything silently. With a serious expression on his face, he silently took out his spare elderberry Wand - red sandalwood wand. There is trace silk in it, which can't be used outside school.

"Go with me to black's old house and look for Horcruxes."

Dumbledore thought a lot.

The residence of an ancient family must have all kinds of magic traps and prohibitions. Especially for families like the "Black family" who value their blood lineage more than anything, once outsiders rush in, they will trigger many prohibitions.

If the walker was Moody's, he would be very worried about the safety of the old "crazy eyed man", but if it was Klein

It's okay.

The young man has become a wild horse, which is very easy to use~

"Headmaster, are you thinking about something very impolite?"

Looking at Dumbledore's face, Klein showed a suspicious look. Even if he didn't "take God and read", he could feel that the old man's eyes were strange.

"Cough, nothing, nothing."

Dumbledore quickly shook his head and denied it. He got up from behind his desk and walked to Klein. He grabbed the shoulder of the "gadget man".

"Come on, let's go."

Shua, Dumbledore and Klein disappeared.

Light and shadow flow, and countless fuzzy color patches flash in front of you.

But in the blink of an eye, they left Hogwarts castle and came to London grimmer square ten thousand miles away.

"Muggle world."

He snapped his fingers and used confusion magic to hide the passers-by's perception of the two people. Klein smiled.

"It's really memorable."

"I'm sorry, I've never lived in the Muggle world and can't understand how you feel now."

Dumbledore in a big purple robe shook his head. It seems difficult to find a similar resonance with Klein. He was born in Godric Valley, which is a mixed place of wizards and Muggles, not a real Muggle world.

"What a pity. I'll take you abroad this summer vacation. It's really interesting to travel by Muggle."

Klein rubbed his homemade elderberry wand, suddenly looked straight and motioned with his eyes.

"Is this it?"

"Yes, here it is, 12 grimmer square, London."

Dumbledore nodded and led Klein to the very humble old house - there was nothing remarkable about the house, and the houses on both sides were much better than this one.

This may be the so-called "hiding in the city".

No one would have thought that such a humble house would be the ancestral home of the Black family, the oldest and richest of the twenty-eight pure blood families in Britain!