Asking for directions is a very rudimentary technique, the most important of which is to match the tracker.

Because it is too basic, many Lingzi who have not entered the Dao Sect but have entered the Dao Sect can use it freely.

By the way, those Taoist sects in the secular world are very fond of calculating the eight characters when accepting disciples, whether there is fate or not, and this fate is to calculate whether the disciple is a spiritual son.

Zhang Xiao turned his finger and pointed at the three incense sticks, only to see that the incense burned out at a very fast speed, but the incense ash did not move in the cold wind.

The toes touched the ground, there were three soft sounds, Zhang Xiao put his palms together and pushed violently, and the circle drawn with his feet on the dirt ground suddenly became dusty.

The gray-white incense ash poured down in response, like someone in the void using the incense ash as a pen, winding and twisting to draw thin incense ash lines in the circle.

Zhang Xiao flipped his hand and took out the compass, he didn't know how to use it in a complicated way, but there was no problem with the tracing technique to see the direction or something.

Who said that a good Taoist priest can't use a compass, isn't it, Zhang Xiao?

On the compass, the four directions are represented by Zi, Wu, Mao, and You, plus the other eight characters to form the Twelve Mountains.

That is, it was divided into twelve directions, and later generations added twelve directions, which became twenty-four mountains.

Each of the 24 mountains has 15 degrees, and the three directions have a total of 45 degrees, and each of the three directions belongs to one of the eight directions, which is represented by a bagua.

Zhang Xiao stared at the incense ash, silently calculating the direction in his heart.

"Shock. Redeem."

The incense ash slowly drew lines on the ground, which represented the path and direction that Harry had just walked, and if there were only charms, without the cooperation of the compass and the magic, it would actually be useless.

Only the combination of the three can work wonders.

At this moment, Xiang Ash suddenly rushed towards the "Kan" position at a very fast speed, and in just a blink of an eye, he came to the circle that Zhang Xiao had drawn before.

What's the situation? Without thinking too much, Zhang Xiao held down the compass with one hand, and stomped heavily on the ground with his foot: "Expand!" ”

The circles drawn on the toes of the dirt were slowly expanding outward.

The rushing incense ash finally stopped slowly.

Zhang Xiao wiped a cold sweat, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, the incense ash out of the circle represents the breaking of the spell, and this spell is broken is not just to draw a big circle and start again.

Breaking is breaking the technique, and it will be difficult to find Harry's location.

Then he looked at the circle with a radius of two meters, and a sinuous and twisted line was drawn in the circle with incense ash of different thicknesses.

It's just that the thickness of this incense gray line is also different, at the beginning it was a thick line, and this thick line represents 10 meters in an inch, and the moment of the hurricane suddenly became an extremely thin line.

At this time, an inch is 10 miles, Zhang Xiao looked at the messy thin lines, calculated the distance slightly, and then was stunned.

Because according to the incense ash line, Harry was actually seven or eight hundred miles away in an instant just now!

Zhang Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he cast a phantom spell on himself again, still adding a concealment charm as insurance, and quietly slipped back to the vicinity of the square, even if he jumped, with the blessing of the floating spell.

Fluttering onto the roof of Duke Honey, he grasped the pointed roof pillar with one hand, comparing the nearby terrain with the terrain revealed by the tracing technique in his mind.

Quickly locked a place, if memory serves.

Zhang Xiao was silent for a while, landed lightly to the ground, and ran wildly in the direction of the pig's head bar.

The Pig's Head Bar is nothing like the Three Broomsticks Bar, where the large bar always feels bright, clean and warm.

There was only one small, dark, very dirty room, which smelled of sheep's flesh.

Several bay windows were covered with a thick layer of dirt that barely let in the light, and some candles were lit on the rough wooden tables.

The ground looks like compacted dirt, but when you step on it, you realize that the original stone floor has accumulated dirt for centuries.

But it was this little broken bar, but it was Aberforth's territory, and when Zhang Xiao rushed in, Aberforth was standing in front of the bar, wiping the cup with a dirty rag that seemed to never be clean.

He was a grumpy-looking old man with a large pile of long gray hair and a beard.

The bar is empty, and perhaps the customers are attracted by the dazzling performances in the square, which is convenient.

"I'm going to contact Dumbledore urgently!" Zhang Xiao's voice was eager, but the words were very clear.

Aberforth's movements stopped, he furrowed his eyebrows, as if he wanted to lose his temper, but Zhang Xiao didn't give him a chance, but used a sentence to make him realize the seriousness of the matter.

"The Death Eaters took hundreds of young wizards captive, and Harry Potter was taken somewhere else."

Aberforth looked at him steadily, and finally spoke:

"You'd better tell the truth — Arianna, please."

His last words were addressed to a large portrait behind him, with a hint of worry on the tranquil expression of the girl in it, with two long braids, who were the sisters of the two and the scar that Dumbledore did not dare to touch.

The girl nodded lightly, and soon disappeared into the frame, and after a while, a portrait of Dumbledore who looked much younger appeared in the frame, and he nodded at Zhang Xiao with a serious face:

"I've heard Arianna talk about the general thing, let's talk about something specific, Zhang."

"There's a problem with the Arcanus circus." After quickly explaining the things in the venue, Zhang Xiao paused, and then continued:

"The most important thing is that Harry was taken away by them, using the Imperius Curse."

Dumbledore's face became more and more serious in the frame, and he sighed softly:

"Trouble, Zhang, it's a problem - there are so many little wizards, I think Tom just wanted me to cast a rat trap, but it didn't really hurt the little wizards, but Harry was different."

Aberforth smiled disdainfully, smiling rudely: "It's always like this, always waiting until things are going to become irreparable before thinking about how to remedy it, but no matter how much you do, what should have happened has already happened."

You can't save anything!

If you had simply killed Voldemort when he was young, and killed him when you first sensed his ambitions, nothing would have happened, Albus!

You're so cowardly! ”

Arianna in the portrait gave her brother a disgusted look, she didn't seem to speak, but only looked at Dumbledore with a worried gaze.

Aberforth immediately shut his mouth and muttered something in a low voice.

"Yes, you're right, Aberforth, I've been making mistakes all my life, repenting, trying to make amends, but the most important thing right now is to solve the trouble caused by Voldemort.

Crucially, we don't know where Harry was taken. ”

"No, Professor, we know—" Zhang Xiao took a deep breath, which is why he had to hurry up and track Harry's trail first.

Because the basic thing like trackers is too easy to interfere with and shield.

And when you encounter something, you will always find out the ideas and methods to solve it first than to find someone in a panic 10,000 times!

"London! Harry is in London now! ”

"London? How do you know? No - well done, Zhang! ”

The portrait of Dumbledore put an end to his doubts, and this was not the time to get to the bottom of it, and he almost immediately decided:

"Zhang, let's go to London first, and I'll inform the Ministry of Magic from the little wizard's side, and ask the Order of the Phoenix to help—"

At this moment, the portrait of Dumbledore suddenly showed a puzzled expression, and then disappeared.

Only Aberforth and Zhang Xiao, who were also confused, were left.

When he reappeared, Zhang Xiao only felt that the face of Dumbledore's portrait was full of irrepressible anger, he was silent for a while, calmed himself down, and said slowly:

"The news has just come from the ontology that things are getting worse, and I'm afraid our plans have to change

Zhang."

Fast forward to a recent past.

Cold. Petunia opened her eyes, and it was dark as far as she could see, except for the dripping water from the cracked corners.

She looked around blankly, where am I?

Penny only felt that her head was about to crack, and she remembered that she had taken Dudley to the venue first, because according to the letter she had received, there was a sumptuous banquet waiting for her in the venue.

It's a big occasion for the best 'turf experts' from across Greater London to come together.

Penny also wanted to share her experience with the crowd about lawn maintenance and caution herself not to be too proud, even though she was the best and best of them all.

Dudley was still shouting that he would surpass himself today and eat more than usual, but as soon as he entered the door, he seemed to faint?

That's right, Dudley!

Penny scrambling to find Dudley, and thankfully, Dudley was in the other corner of the room, huddled and shivering.

She staggered over, lying on her son's body and shaking gently:

"Dudley, Dudley?"

Darley didn't react, like a soulless body, and Petunia panicked and whimpered under her breath.

She didn't understand what was going on, and she didn't know that she and her son had just come to receive an award, but they were locked up in this dark dungeon.

Could it be a perverted murderer?

Fear and fear of Dudley came together, and Petunia covered her mouth, tears streaming down her cheeks, and she didn't dare to cry for fear of attracting the people who had taken her.

Vernon Penny put her arms around Dudley, and the feeling of hopelessness and powerlessness was like the sea, drowning her deeply.

Vernon, where are you?

Vernon Dursley closed the black leather notebook in his hand, pinned the Montblanc pen to the notebook, and staggered to his feet.

His superior, the general manager of the Granning rig, Mr. Graning frowned:

"Vernon, the meeting isn't over yet!"

Vernon's beard was shaking, and he had a happy, determined smile on his face, because he was so fat that the act of laughing almost made his eyes almost squeeze.

Pointing to the watch on his wrist:

"Sir, I'm afraid I'll have to go, and in two hours it's time for my wife's awards, I'm sorry, but I have to be there to witness her moment of glory.

She gave so much for our family—"

"Awards?" Mr. Granning asked suspiciously, Vernon's wife he had seen, and he had the impression that the woman named Penny was more like a good hand in the paparazzi.

What award did she win? Is it the best paparazzi award? Grapevine Awards? Or is it – the Long Neck Award?

"Yes, it's not really important, it's not famous, but what matters is the award that Penny won on her own, you understand, on her own!"

The expression on Vernon's face grew more happy and proud, and he stretched out his hand towards Mr. Browning:

"Sir, work is for a better life, nothing is more important than family, is it?"

Granning remembered the family's lovely children and pet dogs, as well as his wife, who had a good relationship, and a smile of approval appeared on his face:

"Yes, nothing is more important than family, go Vernon, you weren't there at that moment, she will remember you for the rest of her life, haha!"

Vernon nodded, and his fat body walked towards the door of the conference room, and at that moment, Granning's voice came to mind again behind him:

"Vernon—"

Vernon turned around, only to see Graning waving his hand at him:

"Congratulations to your lady on winning the award! Congratulations too, you have a wonderful lady! ”

"Thank you!"

Granning swore that it was the first time he had seen such a bright and happy smile on Vernon's face in all his years of knowing him.

Vernon hummed a little song, and did not forget to use the rearview mirror to tidy up his hair and tie while waiting for the traffic light.

"Perfect, Vernon! Today you are radiant! When you show up at the awards ceremony, you and Penny will be the center of attention! ”

Vernon muttered encouragement to himself, he was in a good mood, and even gave a rare courtesy to an old woman with a puppy on her back, rolling down the window and asking them to go first with a smile on his face.

It's incredible! You must know that even if you run by a dog next to your car, you will be abused by Mr. Vernon.

The old woman probably didn't expect Vernon, who didn't look like a good person, to make such a move, and she was quite surprised, but she still bowed to Vernon gracefully:

"Aha, that doesn't feel bad?"

Vernon carefully used his left hand to maintain his thickly waxed hairstyle, thinking to himself if he should make way for someone every day?

It's been a nice day – even the colors are much brighter.

Vernon put a smile on everyone he met.

Until he arrived at the venue, which was empty.

The front desk staff told him that someone was actually getting something in the hall before, but they quickly withdrew.

After a big fight with the front desk and finally being kicked out by the security guards with a bad face.

Vernon stared blankly at the building, then picked up the letter in his hand and double-checked.

The address is correct – but what about Penny?

Where did Penny go?

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1. Commuter pass 2. Recommended ticket

(End of chapter)