"No, there must be something wrong with that!"

Harry clutched at his messy hair, the two pieces of torn parchment not working together as he had imagined. The ghostly writing on the parchment was clearly not written at the same time—the handwriting on the half of the parchment he had received from Scrimgeour had been updated for a while, and the half of the parchment that Bathilda had taken out had apparently been written for some time.

"Something must have gone wrong. Harry muttered to himself, "Dumbledore would not have made such a lowly mistake as giving something wrong, so what is the problem?

yes, I guess it's too simple for me to think about it.

Harry patted himself on the head.

If Dumbledore wanted to tell Sù about himself, he could have kept it for himself. If there was any reason that forced him to explain himself in such an obscure and troublesome way, then it would never be so easy for him to figure it out.

So where is the clue?, Harry was at a loss for the strange words on the two parchments.

Maybe it's time to ask Silver. The thought popped into Harry's head.

No, no, no, Harry shook his head, he didn't want to ask Jack Silver until he had to.

But what if he had a clue? Dumbledore had left him something, but he didn't know what it was, and he knew he should have asked Scrimgeour that day.

Harry sighed, he really didn't understand what Dumbledore was trying to say to him. Maybe he should keep the lights out to himself, and throw the headache parchment to Ron so he can get a taste of what it's like to rack his brains.

Listening to Ron's regular snoring from the tent, sleepiness gradually set in. Harry yawned.

"Let's rest for a while, maybe you will have a new idea when you get up. He thought groggily.

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As the days of August passed, it seemed that it was time for Hogwarts to start.

The Silver's Château de Silom attracts a lot of tourists who seem to be very interested in it. Every day, one or two mysterious men with hoods come to the vicinity of Silom Castle and gaze at the castle from a distance.

Balzac the griffon had a very bad temper, and he frequently went out hunting, attacking any bird he could see.

Silver's house-elves are getting busy - they're not just little ones who do chores, they have enough power to deter bad intentions.

After paying a price for the casualties, the men refused to leave, wandering around the Mirror Lake and attempting to cross the river.

"If it were someone else, it would be a thunderstorm now. Silver enjoyed the steaming black tea slowly, "They must have wondered why I didn't rush out to teach them a lesson." ”

"Maybe they think you're a coward. Ravenclaw sipped her share of black tea gracefully, her body looking no different from a normal person.

"Doris, if I had to fall headlong into someone else's trap to be brave, I'd rather be a coward. Silver teased, "I'm a Ravenclaw, not a Gryffindor, after all." ”

"Hmph. Ravenclaw uttered a nasal voice of displeasure, "If it weren't for the castle's defenses to block out the snooping malice, you would have rushed out by now, pretending to be some wise man in front of me." Have your griffons cleaned the eyes and ears of the air?"

"Almost. Silver took another sip of tea, "It's a pity that Balzac's sisters followed my parents to South America, otherwise they would have cleaned up those blood eagles long ago." It's not easy to cultivate a blood eagle, it's really rare for someone to spend such a lot of money just to deal with me, Balzac has almost killed nearly a hundred blood eagles, such a loss can make anyone feel distressed. ”

"Those aren't real Blood Eagles, Jack. Ravenclaw's tone became very stern, "That's a vampire beast, it's not much different from the Blood Eagle in terms of detection, but it's far from the combat power." ”

"So that means there are at least a hundred vampires out there?" Sylphor raised an eyebrow, "A vampire with an eagle as a beast?"

Ravenclaw nodded.

"A hundred vampires, oh, the animals here are going to suffer. Silver said, with a hint of a smile in his tone, "I hope they don't hunt those poor rabbits." ”

"Rabbit?"

"Yes, those rabbits in the bushes by the Mirror Lake, they used to be the test subjects of the family's potions, they have been taking all kinds of inexplicable potions for many years, and their bodies have long had heritable mutations, and it is not a good idea to suck their blood. ”

The house-elf Lanod quickly confirmed Silver's words, saying that there were many hooded people lying in the bushes by the Mirror Lake, and no signs of life were detected.

"Don't clean up those corpses just yet, they'll be useful. "I'm afraid they won't be so resigned, from now on all the house-elves in the castle should not go out, and the same goes for those magical creatures, you must be optimistic about Balzac, he has been too excited these days, I will turn on all the precautions just in case." ”

"You should apply for assistance, not be alone. "There is no fortress that cannot be breached. ”

"There's no one to help us now, Doris. I'm sure they've cut off all communication from the outside world, after all, they're in control of most of the Ministry. But it doesn't matter. ”

Silver gulped down the rest of the tea, "I can be a master of tower defense games!" (to be continued......