roccoschili Chapter 136 1 Photo
Chapter 136 1 Photo
Chapter 136 A Photo
the next day.
The scorching sun hangs high in the sky.
The cloud seemed to be sucked into the mouth by a giant beast, leaving only a piece of blue emerald.
Dumbledore sat silently behind a huge table, seemingly up all night.
The sleepiness in Dumbledore's eyes dissipated when he heard the knock on the door.
He looked up at the door and said softly, "Please come in."
The wooden door was pushed open, John walked into the room and sat on the chair in front of the table.
"Have you decided?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.
"I can give you the pendant," John replied, "but I have a few questions."
"Say it," said Dumbledore.
John asked: "You signed the oath with me, what about the other professors?"
"Don't worry, I will take care of this. If you agree, I will sign oaths with them one by one." Dumbledore replied.
"Besides, there is another person who is not under your control." John looked at Dumbledore and said, "Where is the mysterious man?"
"That's a problem, what do you want to do?" asked Dumbledore.
"I'm going to learn Occlumency, and I won't give you the pendant until I learn it," John said.
This is also the result of his thinking last night. Although the pendant can protect his secret at present, it is a foreign object after all.
If it is forcibly removed by someone who does not want to die, or if it is broken, he will be in a passive situation.
But if he can learn Occlumency, he can have an extra layer of protection and avoid that kind of passive situation from happening.
Dumbledore frowned lightly, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
After a while, Dumbledore said: "The learning of Occlumency is a bit difficult, and there may not be so much time left for you."
"A week," said John, "and after a week I'll give you the pendant, whether I've learned it or not."
Dumbledore thought for a while, then nodded slightly: "No problem, I will let Snape teach you."
"Trouble, Professor." John got up and pushed the chair away, ready to leave the office.
"Wait." Dumbledore beckoned him to stop.
"Is there anything else you want?" John asked.
Dumbledore took a beautiful bottle from a drawer and handed it to John.
John glanced at it, and it contained a dark, viscous liquid, which looked quite disgusting.
"What's this?" John asked, taking the bottle.
"Compound Potion." Dumbledore replied with a smile, "it might be a bit nasty."
"Why did you give me this?" John asked, frowning slightly, shaking the bottle.
"I'll be going out for a while recently," Dumbledore said, "so in order to prevent Voldemort from acting crazy again, you have to go out for me every day to let him know that I haven't left school yet."
John stared at the bottle in his hand, fearing that Dumbledore would repent, he hurriedly put the bottle in his pocket.
Being Dumbledore can definitely be a very fun experience!
Dumbledore saw through John's careful thinking, and warned: "Don't use my identity to make trouble in school!"
"Don't worry, Professor!" John said with a smile on his face, "Are you going to get the Eternal Potion I mentioned earlier?"
"That's right," said Dumbledore.
John rubbed his hands and asked tentatively, "Then can you?"
"No!" Before John could finish his sentence, Dumbledore refused with a smile, "Nicole's first potion of eternity is running out, and it is already his limit to give me a bottle."
"Okay." John shrugged and walked towards the door.
But just two steps away, he remembered a question and asked again: "By the way, professor, has my grandpa contacted you recently?"
Dumbledore said, "What's wrong?"
"I didn't get in touch with my grandpa yesterday, and he hasn't sent me a letter recently," John replied.
Ian used to send him some materials or materials related to the study of magic patterns.
But since the centaur incident, he has never heard from Ian again.
Ian's whole body seemed to be missing.
Dumbledore tapped lightly on the table with his fingers, he hesitated, took out a photo and put it on the table, pressed it with his finger and pushed it forward.
"See for yourself."
John raised his eyebrows, walked to the table and bent over to sweep.
My heart sank to the bottom in an instant.
He looked up quickly at Dumbledore.
"Don't worry, he is not in danger yet." Dumbledore comforted.
There is only one frame repeated back and forth on the photo.
Ian lay unconscious on the ground in a dark alley.
A wizard in a black robe covering his face was stuffing him into a bag.
John frowned, holding the photo and looking at it repeatedly: "Where did you get this photo?"
From the perspective of photo shooting, this photo was taken obliquely upward from the ground directly in front.
It's like making a movie.
Could it be that someone kidnapped Ian and deliberately took a photo to ask Dumbledore for a ransom?
That's too stupid!
Blackmail the world's most powerful White Wizard.
That's really going to the toilet with a lantern!
And even if those people are not so clear-headed, isn't this shooting angle too strange?
Will someone be kidnapped and lie on the ground to take pictures?
"You also found out?" Dumbledore said, "This photo was given to me by a strange owl. I suspect it was Ian's own plan. He was probably taken away by that person on purpose for something. Yes, and I am the guarantee he set up, so he should not be in danger now."
John nodded thoughtfully, somewhat agreeing with Dumbledore's statement in his heart.
But he was still a little worried: "When are you going to save my grandpa?"
"I'll go in a moment." Dumbledore said, "I'll go to the location on the photo first to see if I can find any clues."
"Thank you, Professor." John handed the photo to Dumbledore.
If the photo was really left by Ian, he would definitely record how to find him on it.
"Okay, you go back, I will inform Snape about the Occlumency right away, and then you can go to him directly." Dumbledore said with a smile, "And remember that every once in a while it will become me. Go out and walk around, and I should be back when you finish drinking the Polyjuice Potion."
John nodded, walked to the door, grabbed the doorknob and pulled it lightly.
With a creak, the door opened.
"Professor, why didn't you show me the photo in advance? You know, then I will definitely agree to your request without hesitation." John turned and looked at Dumbledore and asked.
"Ian is also my friend, if this photo is really sent by him." Dumbledore said with a smile, holding the photo between his fingers, "It proves that he believes in me, how can I use it to blackmail him Where's the grandson?"
(End of this chapter)