Roger didn't want to discuss too much on this topic, and instead looked at the furnishings in Lao Deng's office.

With the exception of the phoenix Fawkes, which was supposed to be in a grand position on a branch behind the door, the round office looked the same as it had before the Great War: a number of delicate silverware on the elongated-legged desks swirled and spewed small puffs of smoke. The portraits of the old principals, men and women, were dozing off in their frames.

Dumbledore walked back behind his desk, pulled out his chair and sat down.

"Sit down," he said to Roger with a smile, "I think you should know why I came to you." ”

Roger shrugged his shoulders: "I looked around, but I didn't find the gold cup or ring." You're hiding them in secret?"

"Horcruxes aside, they're all pretty collectible," Dumbledore pulled open the drawer and pulled out a small wooden box, "If it weren't for having to destroy them, I think a lot of people would be happy to get their hands on them." ”

Roger stretched out his hand and pulled the box in front of him, and said with a pompous emotion: "Hey, what do you mean, someone wants to steal this thing from you?

Dumbledore shook his head slightly and said, "Not a Death Eater, I met a few 'traders' near Gaunt's old mansion, and they have always been interested in the houses of this declining traditional wizarding family. You know, that kind of wizard family, even if you are down, you can still leave something of value behind. ”

Roger dug his nose and said bluntly, "I really don't know what a 'trader' is... Black marketeer? Or is it some other strange profession?"

Dumbledore gave him a strange look, "You don't even know this?"

"Why do I have to know this? Come on, you don't think I know everything, do you... Four years ago, I was living in a gloomy castle in a small town on the border of the United States. Roger said, rolling his eyes.

"Know so many secret things, but don't know the slightly more secluded common sense stuff in the wizarding world?" Dumbledore asked with a smile, but he didn't delve into it further, but instead explained to Roger the characteristics of the profession of 'trader'.

"The mansions of the old wizarding families, like Hogwarts, are generally protected by a lot of magic, and are a powerful hybrid of protection charms that have been cast over generations, and this charm tends to grow stronger by passing on the ancient families. The old man pointed out the window of his office and explained.

This Roger knew that whether it was the old Black house at 12 Grimmauld Place, the new house at 7 Crescent Street, or the Weasley family's Burrow, they were all more or less blessed with all kinds of magic protection. It's not just to avoid wizards being discovered by ordinary people, but more importantly, the wizarding world is not peaceful at all!

The earliest was hunted down by ordinary people and the church, and then the goblin rebellion, the werewolf uprising, the goblin rebellion again, and the first and second generations of the Dark Lord stirred up the wind and rain, and there was no peace at all, not to mention the endless small frictions of revenge and revenge.

So the persecution paranoia is like a desperate move to brush a protective spell on his house, Roger said that it is completely understandable, after all, this thing also wants Lao Deng to hang a few red loyalty spells on his house.

Because of this, after the heir of the family has completely broken off the family lineage due to an accident or some other reason, these magic will still function for years and will be extremely difficult to decode. Dumbledore continued to explain.

"So the Ministry of Magic's Office of Abandoned Houses has nothing to do with some of the old families' houses, and can only ignore them until the magic dissipates naturally or someone cracks it. ”

"But those old mansions that the Ministry of Magic can't handle are often the kind of old families that have a very long heritage, and those houses often have some very valuable things in them... Some of them are dangerous, but they are also valuable. ”

"So some wizards who are quite confident in their methods are specifically looking for the houses of those old wizard families, trying to enter and find those old gadgets. As he spoke, Dumbledore's eyes turned to the wooden box that Roger had moved to his face.

"Oh~ It turned out that the thief was picking up the rags part-time. I thought it was about to acquire land and develop real estate..."Roger nodded suddenly, and then pouted disdainfully: "How can this be like robbing Gringotts, pry open the door with a buckle and rope, and finally there is nothing valuable in it, so you can't be frustrated and want to hit the wall?"

"Oh, by the way, those tattered kings around Gaunt's old mansion still dare to move forward when they see you going, aren't they afraid of provoking you to suffer?" Thinking of this, Roger asked curiously.

"In fact, like me... Please forgive me for being immodest ... Even a wizard with great power and knowledge like me would not be able to assert that he knew all magic, so I had to take this thing seriously that could never be missed..."Dumbledore crossed his fingers and put his hands on the table, and gestured to the wooden box on the table with his eyes, "But luckily they didn't even get in, Voldemort valued Horcruxes enough to keep them in that old house forever." ”

Roger shrugged his shoulders indifferently and reached out to open the pine box, which was not decorated with a trace of patterning. Divided into small compartments by wooden panels, it contained a black-leather diary that was ubiquitous on the streets, a small gold cup with two finely worked solid gold handles, a small gold cup with symbolic and intricately carved pieces, and a large ring with a black gem engraved with the coat of arms of Peverell (the surname of the three Dead Saints).

The boy picked up the golden cup and put it in front of his eyes to look at it carefully, but the feeling of the cup was not the coldness of the metal material, but a strange feeling of warmth.

Roger felt that this was not a characteristic of Horcruxes, and he also had two Horcruxes in his hand, but neither of them had the characteristics of their own temperature.

"Did you find something different?" Dumbledore asked with a smile, apparently already aware of Roger's expression, "It was the first Hogwarts vessel to assist house-elves in transporting magical food, and Hufflepuff performed magical and special magic on it, and the constant temperature was one of the most obvious points, and one of the main bases for judging the authenticity of the gold cup." ”

Roger nodded noncommittally and tossed the cup back into the wooden box.