In the darkness, Dumbledore pushed open the front door and walked quietly and briskly down the garden path.

Aven, Harry, and Hermione hurried to follow, following close behind.

In front, Dumbledore slowly pushed open the front door, wand in hand, ready to strike.

"Fluorescent flicker!" the tip of her wand lit up, reflecting a narrow doorway with an open door to the left.

Holding his shiny wand aloof, Dumbledore was the first to enter the living room.

There was a mess in front of me, as if it had just experienced a terrible battle not long ago.

An old clock was shattered at their feet, the face of the clock was cracked, the pendulum lay a little farther away, like an abandoned sword, and at the end of the drawing-room, a piano had fallen to the floor, and the keys were scattered everywhere, and the shards of a broken chandelier were gleaming nearby, and the mats were thrown everywhere and deflated, and the feathers had come out of the cracks, and the broken glass and porcelain were scattered to the ground like powder.

Dumbledore raised his wand higher and illuminated the wall.

As you can see, there are a lot of dark red slimy things splashed on the wallpaper, which are blood stains.

Evan looked around, wand raised aloft, searching for Slughorn in the ruins.

Hermione stood behind him, her body trembling slightly from nervousness.

Harry let out a small sigh, as if startled by the sight before him, and Dumbledore heard it and looked around.

"It's not pretty, is it?" he said heavily, "there's a horrible incident here." ”

Dumbledore cautiously walked to the middle of the room, carefully observing the broken fragments at his feet.

"Is it a Death Eater?"

"Surely they, Hermione, maybe there was a fight, and then, then they dragged him away, didn't they, Professor?" Harry guessed, trying not to imagine how badly a person had to be injured to splatter those blood on the wall.

"I don't think so. Dumbledore said calmly, looking behind the bulging armchair that had fallen to the ground, "What do you think, Aven?"

"There was no Dark Mark on the outside of the house, which was unusual, unlike the Death Eaters. Evan said, sniffing hard, "And there seems to be a smell of alcohol in the air, but I don't see any knocked over glasses or bottles, the attacker didn't take this thing away, maybe the person we're looking for is still here." ”

"Aven, you mean he'......"

"yes, it's still here, for sure. ”

"How is that possible, where is he?"

"I can't be sure yet!" said Aven, the wand's glow getting a little stronger again.

He had to admit that Slughorn was well hidden.

Evan didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, he could be sure that the other party was here, but he couldn't remember how Slughorn hid his form, and he couldn't find the other party. Of course, if Evan was allowed to use spells to wreak havoc on this parlor, he would be able to force Slughorn out in a second.

"It's still here, yes, that's what I thought. ”

Dumbledore struck out and plunged the tip of his wand into the cushion of the bulging armchair, which let out a scream, "Ouch!"

"Good evening, Horace. Dumbledore said as he straightened up again, "Long time no see." ”

Harry turned his head hurriedly, his mouth wide open in surprise, and Evan and Hermione looked at it in surprise.

It was an armchair just now, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into a bald fat old man squatting there.

He rubbed his stomach and narrowed his pained, tearful eyes at Dumbledore.

"You don't have to be so hard. He said angrily, struggling to get up, "It hurts me to death." ”

The light of his wand shone on his bright bald head, bulging eyes, walrus-like silver-white beard, and the shiny buttons on the maroish velvet coat of his lilac nightgown, which was not tall, barely as close to Dumbledore's chin.

"So, the damn Dark Mark exposed me?" he said in a gruff voice, staggering to his feet, still rubbing his little belly, and looking at Evan unceremoniously, his face seemed surprisingly thick, considering that he had just been spotted in an armchair.

"My dear Horace!" Dumbledore seemed amused, "Evan is right, if the Death Eaters had been here, they would have left a mark of the Dark Devil over the house. ”

"I don't think there's anything missing...... he muttered, a little unconvinced, "ah, yes, but it's too late, I just adjusted the chair cover and you guys went inside, I don't have time." ”

"And a faint smell of alcohol. "But I didn't see the bottle, which is unusual." ”

"Are you a cat, boy, can you smell that?" Slughorn looked at Evan for a long time, sighed heavily, and blew the tips of both beards up, "yes, that's right, I was just having a drink, it was an oak aged wine, I only had the last bottle left, and I didn't want to throw it away......"

"Alright, Horace, do you want me to clean it up for you?" asked Dumbledore politely.

"Please. He said unceremoniously.

The next second, they stood up back to back.

One tall and thin, the other short and fat, both of them waving their wands in unexpected unison.

One by one, the furniture jumped back to its original position, the ornaments returned to their original shape in mid-air, the feathers were back into the cushions, the broken books were repaired and neatly arranged on the shelves, the oil lamps flew to the small table by the wall and were lit again, and a large mass of broken silver frames flew to the other end of the room, and landed on a writing desk, and became as bright as new again, and all the broken, torn, and open places in the room were restored to their original state.

The stains on the walls were automatically wiped clean, as if they had not been stained with blood.

"By the way, what kind of blood is that?" Dumbledore asked, his voice drowning out the pendulum of the freshly repaired clock.

"You mean it's on the wall? The other party shouted in reply.

At this moment, the chandelier jumped back to the ceiling of its own accord, and the sound of creaking and tinting was deafening.

With the final sound of the piano, the room finally fell silent.

"Yes, Albus, dragon blood," the wizard said with a strong chatter, finally shaking his wand, "You reminded me that this is the last bottle I treasure, and it is surprisingly expensive on the market at the moment. However, maybe it can still be used, don't waste it. ”

He walked to the sideboard with heavy steps, picked up a small crystal bottle on the top of the cabinet, and looked at the light carefully to see the viscous liquid inside.

"Well, it's a little dirty. He put the vial back on the sideboard and sighed.

It was then that his gaze returned to Aven, Harry, and Hermione.

"Albus, it's a big night, you brought these young people to me, do you want to have a party?!"

"Well, I guess we're going to have at least one drink. Dumbledore said, "For the sake of the past time." ”