"All requests are met?"

Slughorn looked around the room curiously, and it was silent, as big as a church. [It was already night, but the light from the high windows shone like a city with high walls. They were all made of objects hidden in Hogwarts people of all ages. The streets were piled with crumbling furniture, which might have been stuffed here to hide evidence of misused magic, or those domestic geniuses who maintained the decent castle.

The spirit hides. Here are thousands of books, undoubtedly scribbled or stolen books; there are winged slingshots and wolf-toothed flying saucers, and several of them are still weakly circling over the mountain of forbidden objects; some broken bottles hold solidified potions; there are hats, jewelry, cloaks, things like fire dragon eggshells; there are still evil lights in the bottles that are stuffed; there are also a few rusty swords and a blood-stained axe.

"It's so amazing. I always thought it was just a legend. Albus, do you know this place?" Slughorn exclaimed. "It's amazing. I've never been to this place for so many years in Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts is a castle full of miracles and secrets. I came in once when I was urinating in the middle of the night." Dumbledore said softly, "but it was not that big at that time, just filled with all kinds of chamber pots. Harry had used it last year."

Harry lowered his head. That time was not a glorious thing, and even involved Dumbledore.

"This is the most successful revitalized building, and one of the highest applications of transformation and soul-absorbing," Silver said. "You can only find it when you really need it and get what you want."

"Sounds good," said Slughorn. "But I want to go back and rest earlier. I'm old and can't stand the night."

"Horas, I think you're still very young," Dumbledore said. "What's more, you're here to come this time."

"Is it that I want to come by myself?"

Slughorn rolled his eyes at Silver with anger. "I also wish I was young forever, Albus, but time is unforgivable."

"Is it okay to leave Professor Trelawney outside?" Harry asked, a little nervous. As soon as he entered here, Harry felt his hair stand up, as if danger would come at any time.

"You should worry more about yourself, Potter," Snape said sarcastically. "The Dark Devil is hiding in a corner and staring at us. If you are afraid, it's still time to go back, Potter."

"I'm not afraid!" Harry said stubbornly.

"I hope so, because I heard you still want to be an Auror." Snape showed a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, "but there were Aurors who were scared by the black demon back then, and they were not without."

"Severus," Dumbledore said.

Snape stopped talking.

They passed by a troll specimen and found that the troll's hands were somewhat incomplete.

"The incision on this specimen is very new and must have been damaged recently." Silver looked at the monster's bare left hand carefully, and his palm was cut off at the same wrist."

"Did Tom do it? This bastard." Professor Slughorn said with ease, "what is he going to do with the troll's hands?"

"Maybe it's to recover, maybe it's boring," Silver said. "But it's not a good thing for us anyway."

"I won't do boring things." A cold voice came. "But there is something you are right. For you, it's not a good time to find me now.

Dumbledore tightened his wand and walked to the front.

It was Voldemort. He looked even more terrifying - the pale snake's face was covered with a disgusting green, and he was holding a magic book with a large black-skin cover in his hand.

Harry couldn't help but stare at the book.

"Let me see who is coming to trouble me, two little kids with stinky breasts and two old men, and oh, and a loyal subordinate of my former sir. Are you going to catch me?"

"Of course you can also choose to surrender. The Ministry of Magic's policy has always been to be frank, lenient, resist and strict, and I hope you don't mislead yourself." Silver said in an official voice.

Voldemort looked at Silver disdainfully. "The Silver family really only has liars and thieves. You really chose to cooperate with Dumbledore."

"Sorry, I don't think you are qualified to judge my family. I didn't expect that you, who are only half of the Gunter family's blood, have you learned aristocratic accent. Did my great-grandfather teach you?" Silver responded without any weakness. "When it comes to liars and thieves, I'm afraid you'll be more in line with this title."

"I hope you have a better ability than your great-grandfather Richard. I remember he hasn't been in my hands for a quarter of an hour." Voldemort threatened sharply.

"I also hope you can perform better in a while. There are five of us here... By the way, have the injuries your soul-sharing has healed?"

Voldemort's face turned pale (his face was already a little green right now), and then he laughed wildly.

"You will understand that five wild dogs cannot challenge a lion, so start!"

A red spell shot towards Harry, and Harry could feel the power of the spell - before he could come in front of him, he felt a hot discussion on his face.

"Super armor protection!" Dumbledore's protective spell took action in time and saved Harry's life.

"Potter, you won't be so lucky every time. Dumbledore, you're so meddling, why don't you come here?" Voldemort waved his wand up, and the five-headed dog-shaped monster appeared silently in front of Silver and others. To be continued...
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