There was nothing wrong with Allen's speculation - because even the calm Dumbledore had a look on his face when he looked back at the crowd.

No way, this is a magical defense measure used by a family to protect their position, but in Allen's hands, it is so skillful that it makes people wonder if Allen has worked hard to open the door and pick the lock before.

Dumbledore stayed for a while, probably wondering if there was any news of a big thief in the wizarding world lately—for example, Gringotts had been stolen, or that a pure-blood's treasure vault had been invaded or something, and only after confirming that there were none, did not intend to continue asking questions on this issue, with a happy expression.

Well, people have some little secrets, which Dumbledore can completely understand, and it can even be said that when discovering the strengths of one of his own people, Dumbledore can even ignore some small shortcomings in him or something, and even small crimes can be tolerated.

Of course, Dumbledore was quite satisfied that Alan didn't do anything about it - a guy like Mundungus Fletsch, although he could be used, was undoubtedly not a talent, and even his own people looked down on him, so the headmaster was quite pleased that Alan had not embarked on the wrong path.

However, Dumbledore didn't ask Dumbledore, there was a curious presence in the team.

"Alan, what kind of magic is this?" Harry almost subconsciously asked his question - if it were someone else, this kind of private question would definitely not be asked so easily, but it can't stand the fact that Alan has been charging people for so many years...

Alan rolled his eyes and glanced at Harry - this unlucky boy, the headmaster didn't even ask, just you have a lot to say!

"Well, a little bit of this, a little bit of that, it's a little bit of experience gained from years of adventure. Alan reluctantly explained that he had to weave the excuse to a level that Dumbledore's side could recognize—not to mention the purchase of the legacy of Ezreal the Explorer...

"Adventure?"

"Well, take the risk, ask for the legends of the wizards in the past, confirm the approximate address, and then dig out the other party's laboratory or something from the ground or something, and then get their notes or something, and occasionally get some magical magic props or something, which will still help you improve your strength-" Allen's face changed color, anyway, no one knows why he went on vacation, this excuse is quite reasonable, the only thing to pay attention to is that you must be careful to say things, try to avoid saying yourself the same as a tomb robber...

Well, there's nothing wrong with that - since there were wizards, I don't know how many wizards have hung up in their own labs, and then completely lost news, and many wizards who choose to explore are keen to find these places, and then rely on those notes or something to improve their magic level.

Let's put it this way, if Eren had come out of Hogwarts without any system, and after learning the basic spells at school and getting enough approval from the rookie mentor, the gift pack, and the library's living key Lockhart, the only way to improve his strength would have been to go to archaeology - rather than relying on the pure-blood library, or the wizard's laboratory in the wilderness.

Of course, before taking the risk, you need a sum of money to get an anonymous wand in the place of Tumbledown Alley - in front of Garon, please believe that the merchants' discipline is a little thinner than a piece of paper...

That's about it - although Alan doesn't need it, he doesn't mind passing the story on privately so that everyone can have a more reasonable explanation of his strength.

Of course, Alan wouldn't be stupid enough to tell it himself, and it's only right to let others guess if he accidentally reveals it - but apparently Harry wasn't satisfied with the answers.

"Adventure, Alan, can you take me with you next time you encounter an interesting adventure?" Harry's eyes were full of antiquity—it was clear that without a great enemy like Voldemort oppressing ahead, the adventure cells that had been passed down in the Gryffindors had once again come into play.

"No, it's useless to bring you what I can handle, I have to share more with you, practice magic well, and find yourself." Alan expressed his imposition in disgusting words.

"No, no, Alan, I'm just curious, I don't mean to divide things at all, can you show me a long way?"

Alan glanced back at Harry - why is this kid so grinding today?

I don't want to think about it, Dumbledore Sirius will let you venture into the ruins or something? Can you go to the heart of the heart? Besides, where can I find you an archaeological laboratory, it's not good to knock on Mr. Auror's bamboo pole in the United States at that time, the money is fast and clean...

Alan looked at Dumbledore - if the Headmaster spoke, he would be able to put the matter aside and everyone could continue to spend time happily at Peter Pettigrew's house...

However, to Allen's surprise, he saw thought and a little approval in Dumbledore's eyes for the first time - it was an incredible thing...

You know, there are security guards arranged by Dumbledore near Harry, for fear that he will have some accidents during the summer vacation, but now Dumbledore is actually thinking about letting Harry follow Alan to dig the laboratory to play?

What an international joke!

However, when Alan complained, he completely forgot what he had done - not long ago, the resurrected Voldemort was directly beaten by Harry.

Although it is mixed with a lot of water, and even Voldemort is at the level of parallel imports, it does not affect the huge impact of this incident at all, that is, Alan himself is happy to watch the show, completely ignoring how serious the problem is that Voldemort was beaten...

A fourth-year student, relying only on a magic prop from archaeology and the guidance of a student who had not yet graduated, was stunned to defeat the Death Eaters, who were elite and even rivaled the Aurors in combat, and then made Voldemort's resurrection ritual a mess.

You know, although the Aurors are definitely superior to the Death Eaters in other aspects, but under Voldemort's training, they didn't pull down their combat effectiveness at all, and as a result, they didn't stop Harry - whether it was props or training, it was an amazing existence on the other side of the wizarding world.

For Dumbledore, the appearance of this item even opened up new ideas for him.

You know, Dumbledore's old friend, Nick Lemay, invented the existence of the Philosopher's Stone, and in Dumbledore's hand, there is one of the legendary Three Hallows, the Elder Wand. At the same time, Dumbledore also knew that another cloak of invisibility was in Harry's hands at the moment, and it was what Dumbledore had personally handed Harry.

There is no doubt that the Philosopher's Stone is comparable to the existence of the Three Hallows - resurrection from the dead and immortality are the top skills for wizards, and Harry's invisibility cloak can even be regarded as a level lower than the Philosopher's Stone.

So, if someone can make a Philosopher's Stone, why can't someone else make something more powerful?

And in the long course of history, it is quite normal for such things to hide in the dust for various reasons and be discovered later - anyway, now Harry's self-preservation ability is enough, maybe the prophecy or something is that Harry found some magical prop from the ground, which can break through the protection of the Horcrux and kill Voldemort.

It's not impossible - if the Horcrux believes that Voldemort is not dead, but the existing soul is destroyed, then the resurrection principle of the Horcrux is naturally broken.

Of course, the main reason that supports Dumbledore's ideas is that in Allen's extracurricular training, Harry already has combat power beyond that of ordinary adult wizards, which makes Dumbledore's heavy protection of Harry appropriate and considers letting Harry take over against Voldemort.

To put it simply, Allen smashed his foot this time - Dumbledore was not only not disgusted by Harry following someone to archaeology, but even a little bit liked it.

Seeing that the principal was a little unreliable, Alan took a breath.

"Harry, what did you just say?"

"I'm just curious, and I don't mean to divide things at all?"

"No, no, no, I mean a little bit more, what's the first sentence?"

"Alan, can you take me with you when you go on your adventure?"

Alan nodded: "Well, that's it, my answer is, no." ”

With that, Alan put a bubble head spell on top and walked straight to the door without looking back, leaving only Harry's back.

Harry looked confused...

Dumbledore shrugged his shoulders, and then led Sirius and Professor Snape to follow Allen, who was leading the way, leaving Harry with a bewildered face to hurry up after realizing that something was wrong.

——

Fingers clicked, and a ball of light floated in front of Allen.

It's a modified spell similar to fluorescent flicker, and the lighting is pretty good.

In the light, there was a strange rustling sound in the room, which had been hidden in the shadows for many years - compared to normal Muggle families, wizarding families had a large number of magical traces, which made it extremely easy for those magical creatures to gather here, and once no one evicted them, they would quickly take root and settle here, and then ruin the whole house completely.

Alan didn't rush inside, but stayed at the entrance and waited for Dumbledore and them to come.

Because there was no need to explore this room at all - the thick dust had even lost its previous color, and there was no trace of human activity on the dust half a finger thick, and the traces left by those flying insects and magical creatures were not at all heavy in such an environment, even a novice should be able to easily tell from the scene in front of him that there was no trace of human activity at all.

To be precise, even if the Ministry of Magic found the house again and planned to give it a new owner, the new owner would have to clean the house almost once and for all—unlike the Black family's sturdy, almost indestructible, almost indestructible castle-like structure and the permanent magical web of day-to-day magical protection, Peter Pettigrew's home is now fragile and terrifying, and even at risk of collapsing at any moment.

Compared to other homes, the magical creatures have destroyed the house too much, and Alan even felt that the house was already ventilated in some places.

"I don't think there's any need to waste time on this house - it's been too long since it was used, and I reckon it's not used since Wormtail's mother died, and it's in a dangerous state, and the house is too weakly protected. Alan said as he magically searched the halls of the room.

Compared to the wizard's laboratory, the level of protection here is too weak, and it has been plagued like this by those creatures in such a short period of time.

It's not that Alan has a big heart, it's that there's really nothing to use here—it's a little wrong to sneak in, and it's not good to collapse someone's house and attract attention.

Voldemort obviously couldn't have lived here, and Wormtail, as a person who had died a long time ago, hadn't been here before, let alone now.

What Horcruxes Eren was left were obviously quite clear, and without Voldemort there would be no use at all - Wormtail's mother thought her child was a hero until she died, and died in that atmosphere, and Alan didn't want to destroy the house.

The rest of the people obviously have this idea - the illegal invasion is inexperienced for all of you here, and since it has been confirmed that there is no one living here, it is normal to leave.

"Don't worry, Alan, everything is uncertain right now, and if we just look at the appearance, we can be fooled too easily. Dumbledore stopped Eren from trying to leave, his wand emitting a soft white glow and the orb of light that Eren had summoned illuminated everything.

Then, Dumbledore half-crouched down, even unhooked his own bubble head charm, and almost held his breath as he looked at the dusty floor.

Alan shrugged his shoulders - the headmaster was happy, he couldn't tell the prophet that there was no information to use in this place, and that wasn't what the gods did.

As he exhaled quietly, Alan was stunned for a moment, and his eyes were fixed on an armchair—a shallow mark on the back of the armchair seemed to have been covered many times, but it still left a trace, and it was a footprint.

Damn - he habitually ignores it!