Chapter 1084

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"So, Tom thinks that the Evil Key or the Corpse Hand are kept in the Department of Mysteries?" Dumbledore said slowly.

"It's not certain, Mr. Dumbledore." Rutherford shook his head, "No one knows his plan, and apart from the known soul ring, only the blood cup and poison bottle are still used by the vampires. Save, most of the remaining sacred artifacts have been lost, and the bone harp and the demon puppet have disappeared together. People in the clan are very suspicious that other sacred artifacts, such as the magic staff, have also been taken away by the demon puppet. The vampire clan..."

Dumbledore nodded, "But there is really nothing I can do about the Department of Mysteries. Those rooms have been completely sealed long ago and are connected to the Ministry of Magic. If you want to force them to open, you must cut off the connection..."

"Space cutting? The entire Ministry of Magic?"

Fan Lin looked at Dumbledore in disbelief. The Ministry of Magic is connected to London. It can be said that if the Ministry of Magic is to be cut off from the world, the destruction of London is the inevitable result...

To open the gate to hell at the cost of a city, only Voldemort can do it. What's more, regardless of power, the consequences are incalculable.

That was to destroy the entire British wizarding world.

"Professor, this is really crazy..."

"Wait a minute, Fanlin, we can put Tom's matters aside for now, but right now, I think we have some other things to do."

"Issues?"

Dumbledore said nothing, but waved, and the Pensieve suddenly appeared on the table.

"Some memories, I think, that would be useful and I wouldn't mind sharing them with you."

"Memory?" Fan Lin was a little confused. He was not sure if he had missed something.

"Of course, Mr. Rutherford can come too."

"It's an honor!" Rutherford bowed slightly to express his respect for Dumbledore.

"Where are we going, Professor?"

"To trace Bob Ogden's mental journey," Dumbledore took out a crystal bottle from his pocket, which contained a spinning silver-white substance.

"Who is Bob Ogden?"

"He was an employee of the Legal Enforcement Division at the time," Dumbledore said. "He died not long ago, but I found him before he died and convinced him to reveal this memory to me. We will accompany him on an official trip. Please stand up, Fanlin..."

Dumbledore poured the silver contents from the bottle into the pensieve. They began to swirl and glow faintly, appearing to be neither liquid nor gas.

"We're following you," Dumbledore pointed into the basin.

Fan Lin bent forward, took a deep breath, and immersed his face in the silver substance. He felt his feet leave the office floor; he was falling, falling, through the swirling darkness. Then, he blinked in the bright sunlight, adjusted, and Dumbledore and Rutherford followed. Arrived at his side.

They were standing on a country road bordered by high, unkempt hedgerows. The bright sky is as blue as a forget-me-not.

Ten feet in front of them stood a short, fat man with thick glasses that made his eyes look like mole spots. He was looking at a wooden signpost sticking out of the thorns on the left side of the road.

Fanlin knew it must be Ogden; he was the only one in sight, and he was wearing the strange clothes that inexperienced wizards often wear when trying to look like Muggles: this time, a men's frock coat and a pair of High boots were worn over a striped swimsuit.

But what is certain is that Fanlin has no impression of this person at all.

However, as soon as Fanlin remembered his strange appearance, Ogden set off along the path with brisk steps.

Three men followed him. As they passed the wooden signpost, Fanlin looked at the two signs above. One pointed behind them, the way they had come, and read: "Great Hangleton, 5 miles." Another points to Ogden and reads: "Little Hangleton, Mile."

They walked for a short distance, and saw only the hedgerows on both sides and the vast blue sky above their heads, including the person in front of them who was wearing a men's dress. Then the path turned to the left and disappeared from sight. I found myself standing on a steep hillside, with an unexpected view of the entire valley before my eyes.

Fanlin saw a small village - undoubtedly Little Hangleton - situated between two steep hills, with its church and churchyard clearly visible.

Across the valley, on the opposite hillside, was a handsome manor house, surrounded by wide green velvet lawns. Because the slope was so steep, Ogden had to jog as he walked down. Dumbledore also took big steps, and Fan Lin quickly followed.

But Ogden didn't stop.

The path curved to the right, and as they turned the corner they saw Ogden's frock coat disappearing through a gap in the hedge.

Dumbledore followed him into a dirty narrow lane, with hedgerows on both sides taller and messier than before. The winding path was filled with potholes and rocks, was as steep as the previous slope, and seemed to lead to a forest below them.

Sure enough, the trail immediately took them to the woods. Ogden stopped and drew his wand. The three men stopped behind him.

Although the sky was cloudless, the old trees ahead cast a dark, cool shadow, and after a few seconds Vanlin's eyes made out a house among the tangled trunks.

It seemed strange that someone would choose to live in such a place, or that the trees would grow around the house, blocking all light and the view of the valley. He didn't know if anyone lived here; the walls were covered with moss, and many tiles on the roof had fallen off, and in some places the rafters could be clearly seen.

Nettles grew around the house, and the tops touched the small windows covered with thick dust. But just when he concluded that no one lived there, a window clicked open, and smoke came out from it, as if someone was cooking.

Ogden walked forward quietly, looking quite cautious. As he entered the shadow of the trees, he stopped again and stared at the front door, where a dead snake had been nailed to it. There was a rustle and a pop, and a ragged man jumped down from the nearest tree and landed right in front of Ogden, who jumped back quickly and tripped over his dress.

"You are not welcome here." (To be continued)