Old Deng is very bad, you are more than a hundred years younger, what do you want?

"I didn't. Hermione refused, but her face was as red as a monkey's ass, and she puffed out her face and glared at Dumbledore and said angrily, "Even if you care about it, it's the care of friends, and the professor is the one who cares about you, and the professor appeared as soon as you passed out." ”

Dudley looked at Hermione, who was now full of cuteness, and he couldn't help but reach out and scratch her nose.

Hermione said incoherently, "You... You... I..."

Dudley was a little embarrassed, he was abrupt, but Hermione's expression just now was so cute.

"It's a little sour. ”

Dudley looked at Dumbledore in disbelief, he didn't know when he was drinking a glass of lemon juice, don't ask Dudley why he knew it was lemon juice, because there were freshly cut lemon slices in half of the cup.

Hermione feels so embarrassed now, she really wants to get away from here, Dumbledore is so unserious, I can't think of you as Dumbledore like this!

"Do you want some?" Dumbledore wanted to ease the current embarrassing scene, and he didn't know who made it embarrassing, he waved his hand, and two cockroaches flew out of the plate and hovered in front of Dudley and Hermione.

Dudley looked at the cockroach pile in front of him with some disgust, but he couldn't resist the curiosity in his heart and reached out to grab it, the cockroach pile was a little restless and struggled in his hand. He put the head of the cockroach pile into his mouth and bit it down. There was a "click" sound, and finally he stopped struggling, and the feeling of eating it in his mouth was quite sweet and crunchy, and he said after eating the remaining half: "If you can add some sweet juice to it, it will be more like a living cockroach." ”

Hermione sat quietly a little farther away, and Dudley looked at her and asked, "You don't eat it?" it tastes good, but it still moves a few times in your mouth, which is a little unpleasant. Hermione sat farther away.

"Then I'll eat it. Dudley had a smile in his eyes.

When Dudley finished eating, Dumbledore said, "Now it's time to get down to business." Although he said it very seriously, he was eating cockroaches and drinking lemon juice, with an expression of the people eating melons in the front row.

Dudley then told Dumbledore the details of what had happened.

"Hogwarts is really big and secretive, I can't imagine you can find a Room of Need. I also wanted to find it when I was in school, but unfortunately I didn't find it at the time. Dumbledore missed his school days.

"I ....... in the book"

Hermione was interrupted by Dudley before she could finish speaking, or she would be about to start showing off again.

Dudley didn't know if it was uncomfortable to watch Hermione show off, anyway, he just wanted to slap Hermione, but doing so annoyed Hermione.

"I think we've all seen it in the book. Old Deng, I want to know ......"

Hermione and Dumbledore stared at Dudley together. Hermione looked incredulous, what a bold person she was to call the professor like that. Dumbledore was the first to hear someone call him that. Dudley was embarrassed, and accidentally said what he wanted to shout.

"Wouldn't that be more intimate? "It's all Hermione's fault," Dudley thought to himself.

"Well," Dumbledore said, reflecting on it, "it feels pretty good, I like it." ”

"Old Deng, I want to know what the hell is that door I entered?" Dudley stared at Dumbledore, he must have known, after all, he could be there in the first place.

"Come with me. ”

Dumbledore led them up to the second floor of the office, where he walked to a white wall and stopped. He drew something on the wall, and the wall disappeared in an instant, revealing a wooden door, very old and pompous, the whole door was made of wooden planks stitched together, but all around it was inlaid with golden lines, and in the middle of the door was Dudley's face, and the number one with a large blood red was written underneath.

"What is this?" Dudley wondered.

"Ask the Heart!"

"What the hell is this name, what kind of Questioning Sword are other people's, Asking Hearts Mirror, or a Asking Heart Spell, it doesn't feel as useful as the one called the Magic Mirror, a door actually asks about the heart, who gave it a name?" Dudley couldn't help but complain. This can't blame him for complaining wildly, this one should be worthy of its name, inexplicably experiencing being chased by a three-headed dog, and inexplicably experiencing a death. It's real and painful.

"Godric Gryffindor. The Gate of Inquiry is one of his relics."

Dudley was stunned, this was a famous wizard from more than a thousand years ago, he was one of the four founders of Hogwarts and the founder of Gryffindor House. It's no wonder why this door is called the Gate of Inquiry, his name is too wasteful, and his sword is directly called the Gryffindor Sword.

"Gryffindor shouldn't be left with only ......"

"The Sorting Hat and the Sword of Gryffindor. Hermione was thinking about answering at this point, and this was not a question.

"The most widely circulated are the two things you mentioned, Miss Granger, and the other one is the door of inquiry, which only the past headmasters can know. ”

Dudley is stupid again, there are two relics left in the movie, but no one in this real world stipulates that Gryffindor only has two relics.

Dudley tried to touch the door, but the wall that had begun to disappear reappeared, blocking him. He looked at Dumbledore quizzically.

"You're so bold that you dare to touch it again before you figure it out. "Dumbledore is tired.

When they went down, the portraits hanging in the headmaster's room woke up from their slumber, and they asked in a babbling voice.

"Albus, is it true?" asked Delis Devonte.

"Did the Gryffindor really open the door left by this little one?"

Dudley looked at the name on the portrait, and it was Phineas Nigelus Black, who was also Sirius Black's great-great-grandfather.

Dumbledore responded to these portraits of the Headmasters one by one.

"I'm sorry to excuse me," Dudley was still in the dark, "and I still don't know what this door is for?"

"No, we're just curious, this door has only Godric Gryffindor opened since it appeared, and no one has been able to open it since. Dexter Forsco said.

The portraits hung in the principal's office are not all on it, I don't know when it became popular, and after his death, the portrait was hung in the principal's office, among which Fosco can be regarded as a relatively early hanger.

"Curious?"

Dudley wondered if the old men and ladies were too idle.

"Then why did this door suddenly appear, didn't it always be in the principal's office? and old Deng, why did you appear there?"

"It's going to be in front of people who need it. Me too!"

"When did you have this ghost setting, and you had a huge poison! Then I need this door now?"

As soon as Dudley's words fell, the door suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

"Look. Dumbledore said with a smile.

"It's... But I didn't think I needed it at the time!" Dudley was helpless when he spread his hands, what kind of door would force him to buy and sell.

"It probably thinks you need it. ”

"I don't need you now. The door was gone, as if it had crept in and gone. Dudley rubbed his head, his head aching right now.

"Is it good or bad for me?" Dudley hurriedly asked.

No one spoke for a long time, and if they were to say another "I don't know." Dudley felt like he was going to explode on the spot.

Dumbledore's half-moon glasses revealed a kind and caring gaze, and he said in a deep voice, "I've started to check your body. There are no more mana fluctuations in your body. ”

"What?" Dudley questioned in disbelief, shouting as he didn't believe there would be such a thing as magic disappearing, and he pulled out his wand.

"Floating in the air, all petrified, obstacles ......"

Dudley tried all the spells he knew, but he didn't feel the magic surging out of his body, all his spells were ineffective, and he had lost his magic powers.

Dudley stood in place, his wand slipping out of his hand, still in disbelief, muttering to himself, "How is that possible... How is that possible..."

After Dudley experienced all the magic and magic in the wizarding world, he suddenly lost his magic, and this sudden sense of disparity stunned him.

Hermione picked up the wand on the ground, then took Dudley's hand and led him to the couch to sit down.

Dudley was silent for a moment, and he quickly accepted that the magic was gone, and that it wasn't enough to knock him down, and that the pain and tribulation he had experienced as a child in his previous life was far more difficult than it was now. Besides, he was originally a Muggle without magical powers, and when he figured it out, he would only have a "lucky gain, lost life." "Thoughts.

Dudley smiled and patted Hermione's hand and said, "Thanks, I'm fine." ”

Hermione blushed and withdrew her hand.

Dudley said to Dumbledore with some uncertainty, "Old Deng, there should be a way to solve the problem of the disappearance of my magic, right? ”

"Dudley, I have to praise you, from losing your magic to accepting reality, you can do it in such a short time, it's very good, if I didn't even dare to guarantee that I could be like you. I think yes to your question, but first, we need to figure out what this door does. Dumbledore said, "And I need to know what happened to you to make this door appear to you suddenly." ”

"What's the matter?" Dudley thought for a moment, and then he suddenly realized, "I see, it should have been last night......

Hermione tugged at Dudley's sleeve and he looked over.

Hermione looked nervous, presumably out of fear that Dudley would tell Professor Dumbledore what had happened last night.

"You went on a date?" Dumbledore squinted his eyes and grinned.

Dudley sighed deeply, the more he came into contact with Dumbledore, the more he felt that he was very skinny!