Dumbledore let go of the note in his hand, and a little spark appeared on the parchment, fluttering into the sky, accompanied by a wisp of green smoke, the parchment quickly burned into ashes, dissipating in the cold wind.

Taking off his glasses, his fingers unconsciously bending his silver temples, Dumbledore's gaze looked into the distance, his vision seemed to pass through mountains and lakes, through buildings and forests, through the whining wind of canyons.

"Diagon Lane Gringotts."

Dumbledore stood up, suddenly laughed softly, and in Fawkes's confused eyes, he walked over and stroked its slightly hot tail feathers:

"Maybe that's why we always like the unknown and don't succumb to fate, because life is like Bibi Duo beans, you never know what the next moment will taste like."

Fawkes' golden eyes blinked, and he snorted disdainfully from his nose, turning his head to look at the few shiny and magical photographs in the bird's nest that had been rubbed.

I closed my eyes and purred pleasantly, and I leaned back and rubbed my head against the photo.

On the 285th day of that beautiful, noble and elegant young lady's absence, miss her!

Dumbledore's hand paused, retracted quietly, and gently wiped his clothes on the bird. It's not clean anymore.

Dudley was carrying his school bag and staring dumbfounded, the chapel standing in a corner of the school, and hell, what Edward said was true, there really was a church that had risen overnight.

How?

What Dudley didn't expect was still to come, when he was still worried about how to explain to the teacher that he could only attend classes for half a day, the teacher took the initiative to stop him, and told him in an unprecedentedly gentle tone that he had to go to the church every afternoon to volunteer for half a day.

That old man is so powerful?

The only trace of hesitation in my heart finally disappeared at this moment.

Edward is so powerful, maybe he can really help himself get revenge?

With mixed feelings of apprehension, excitement, anticipation, and doubt, Dudley slowly walked through the school garden to the door of the chapel.

The heavy, carved wooden door made a dull sound as it opened.

The afternoon sun cast its shadow on the ground through the cracks in the wooden door, stretching Dudley's shadow for a long time.

The church was not large, without the stained windows common to cathedrals, and the dark red curtain reminded Dudley of blood.

A figure knelt on one knee in front of the idol and prayed praying, whispering a prayer echoing through the small church:

“.

May the Virgin Mary, and the Holy Lord, say and do

on earth as in heaven, in the name of the Father

Son, Holy Spirit, Amen! ”

Edward stood up, and the priest's robe fell naturally:

"If you don't arrive before I finish praying, this door will be closed to you forever."

"There's something going on in school." Dudley muttered.

Edward glanced at him: "Isn't it just that I didn't do my homework and was taught by the teacher?" ”

Dudley's face flushed, and he watched as Edward waved his hand at him:

"Let's go, come with me."

The two walked around the pulpit to the inner court of the church, where Dudley watched as Edward hung the candlestick on the wall, the light of the fire casting a dappled shadow on the wall.

Then, under Dudley's incredulous gaze, the shadow-covered wall seemed to be swallowed up by darkness, revealing a long, narrow crack.

Edward reached into the crack as if he had pulled something, and with the sound of a mechanical turn, the crack shook and slowly pulled open to both sides.

"Those wizards and vampires love to use their tricks to hide dwellings and portals that look impregnable and seamless, but like the crepes baked by Susan next door."

Edward opened his mouth suddenly, his hands folded in his lower abdomen, and turned his head to Dudley.

Dudley tried to keep up with his rhythm, racked his brains for a while, and then Ai Ai said:

"You mean Susan's baked pancakes are hard as iron?"

Edward closed his mouth and looked at him with a strange look at a rare animal, and Dudley was a little hairy when he saw it, and then sighed:

"Well, in addition to being overweight, having poor grades, and not having a good head, I have to add one.

Lack of adequate sense of humor. ”

Dudley didn't dare to speak at all, and could only look at him with a blank eye, Edward shrugged his shoulders and raised his forehead to the sky:

"No way, who let me choose you, this kind of selection relationship is sacred, it is watched by the Lord, although you don't know, but I don't want to lie to you, I have already begun to regret it, but I have no way to change it now."

Dudley lowered his head, bit his lip and leaned over as he slowly walked down behind Edward.

It was a spiraling staircase, and in a short time they passed through a small door, and immediately opened up before them.

"It's underground, isn't it?"

Surrounded by rough stone walls, torches made of unknown things burned on pillars, and Dudley swore he had never seen a white flame.

But the torches in front of him were burning with white flames, casting white light, just a few torches, but the basement was about the size of a basketball court.

"The wizards had a fire called the 'Ghublai Immortal Fire', also known as the Everlasting fire, a enchanted flame that burns forever."

A dismissive smile appeared on Edward's face, "Ha, Eternal Flame, phew!

Do they deserve it too? ”

He raised his chin and lit the torch on the wall:

"This is the true eternal fire, the flame taken from the Mount of Light only burns on the tool it first obtained, never extinguished, not even the abyss can stop it from burning.

Boy, how many torches are there on the wall? ”

"Six-six?" Dudley counted them repeatedly, and then said uncertainly.

"Well, Six, that's my rank, remember, your guide, Edward Shaw, is the Six Flame Witch Hunter.

When you're strong enough, or if you've hunted enough aliens, you'll get a torch with a flame burning on it, and we usually use several torches to distinguish the ranks.

But in fact, this thing is useless, because luck also occupies a large part, and some people only have two or three flames, but their strength is outstanding, but they have never had a good chance.

But some people are lucky, and when they go out to pee, they encounter vampires in a meeting, and wizards playing with their balls on broomsticks.

So what about luck? ”

Edward babbled, and Dudley could tell that he was extremely proud of the fact that he had six torches, but Dudley was dizzy to listen.

He listened blankly to Edward's talk of the exploits behind each torch, but his eyes were fixed on the dazzling array of objects on the wall.

It was filled with all sorts of things, crossbows, longbows, old-fashioned rifles, cartridge belts, silver swords, shields, pisos

There was even a bizarre-looking skeleton that Dudley swore by his dinner that it was definitely not a human skeleton, as human feet were clearly not like this, and there were no oddly shaped horns on their heads.

It doesn't have creepy horns.

"Oh? Did you see that? Edward shook his head, "This is left to me by my guide, and according to him, this skeleton has been circulating in our branch for more than a thousand years.

Everyone suspected that it was a demon, but no one had ever seen a demon, and even the most devout believers could not be sure that there must be a demon.

Alright, boy—"

Edward stood at an oak table, and through the gap between his arms, Dudley saw strange tools on the table, such as pliers, tweezers, test tubes, and magnifying glasses.

"First of all, I have to tell you that from the moment you step into the church, you are no longer ordinary, you will see the real world."

Dudley nodded hurriedly, giving a flattering smile, in fact he didn't care at all about the so-called real world and the ordinary.

He just wanted to avenge his father, and after taking revenge, he went home to accompany his mother and take good care of her.

Edward shook his head, how could Dudley's mind escape his eyes, but he had seen Dudley's situation too much.

This door comes in, and it is not easy to get out.

He straightened his priest's robes, reached out and tugged on the rope on the wall, and a scroll fell, and Dudley's eyes couldn't help but be drawn to it.

"History is a labyrinth, time is an unsolvable problem, and we hide in the depths to guard the peace of mankind.

In the Middle Ages, we hunted vampires, werewolves, we hunted wizards, bringing fear to them.

The moon hanging high in the sky in the dark night is our symbol, and we only reflect its glow compared to the sun, which is too bright to look at.

This is us, we are the shadow of the sun, we are the dark side of the church, we are the hunters. ”

Edward opened his hand, his expression solemn and serious:

"Once a vampire was rampant, even openly claiming that the day belonged to humans and the night belonged to vampires, werewolves attacked human children wantonly, and they desperately spread fear and despair.

Wizards - a group of pretentious fellows who feel superior to others and regard mortals as grass and mustards, lambs to the slaughter.

They capture innocent people to test their terrible magic.

But we are not the same, we are the Avengers, and we use the Holy Silver Arrow Crossbow to cleanse the blood.

Their sins can only be paid for with blood! ”

Dudley stared at him with his mouth open, and he thought carefully about the wizards he had seen, especially his cousin Harry, who seemed to have a strange wooden stick, and nothing had changed.

And they can't even release magic at will, that's what Dad told him, otherwise they will be expelled!

Perhaps seeing that Dudley didn't agree with his opinion too much, Edward chuckled softly:

"Looks like you might have been in contact with wizards, or vampires?"

Dudley kept his mouth shut tightly, and for some reason, he was reluctant to say that his cousin was a wizard.

"Yes, yes, maybe they're polite and harmless to humans and animals now, but you have to remember that it's because we've been here."

Edward smiled: "In the days without us, every outlier would bring great disasters to ordinary people, but when we came, they were afraid, and they began to be polite, and even bowed to you."

But – stay vigilant! We will still hunt them until they disappear completely, and the whole world will be completely reduced to ordinary people.

Let this group of shameless villains who have stolen the power of the Lord return their power.

Let the Lord be unto the Lord, and the mortal to the mortal.

The most important thing is . Unlike wizards, we are always willing to accept mortals. ”

Edward looked at Dudley's round figure, and suddenly frowned:

"Perhaps. We're going to start by getting your figure normal. ”

"Huh?"

Dudley's heart suddenly welled up with a sense of foreboding.

The atmosphere in the restaurant is always so lively, and the thrilling dungeon tour has finally lost its former heat, and even Justin, who has been relieved to be discharged from St. Mungo's hospital in one piece, has begun to tell his first-person experience.

Zhang Xiao knew that the little wizards had finally shown their unprecedented optimism again, forgetting all their worries, even the final exams of the third grade could not make them worry.

Just like last year's Chamber of Secrets was still a popular tourist attraction, but this year, everyone has almost forgotten about him, except for those first-year wizards who have just entered the school, and they will visit under the guidance of their seniors.

Hardly anyone went.

"It's not interesting, many passages have been sealed off by Professor McGonagall, otherwise you can still risk in the sewers, and now you can only go to the main hall."

This is a common idea among young wizards.

Zhang Xiao objected to this, he couldn't wait for the entire seven years to pass peacefully, and it was best if Voldemort died suddenly tomorrow, and the wizarding world was a bright one.

But it backfired.

When he found a note suddenly eating out of his beef pie, he knew that his leisurely and happy life should be coming to an end.

"Come to the principal's office in the evening, and the password is lemon snow candy."

This is a method of notification that only Dumbledore can come up with. He wouldn't use any normal way.

Zhang Xiao sighed and turned his head to look at the teacher's seat, where Dumbledore sat in his seat and raised his silver cup to gesture to himself.

After finishing the Potions class, I listened to Snape taunt the young wizards, claiming that if they were talented enough, they would study hard enough.

When the circus encounters the super water of life and death, it will not be extremely ridiculous, tragic 'total annihilation'.

In class, he also praised Zhang Xiao as an excellent Slytherin (accent) with talent and hard work.

Completely ignoring how much wool this little wizard had taken from him, and how many times he had used the water of life and death.

After listening to the blushing praise, Zhang Xiao always felt that Snape, who had finished class, seemed to have something to say to himself, but due to the principal's invitation, he could only hurry to the principal's office on the eighth floor.

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1. Commuter pass 2. Recommended ticket

Dudley's scenes will be sliced and occasionally put a little, not the main line, just to enrich the worldview

Yesterday's unblocking

(End of chapter)