Chapter 1299

He thought with some sorrow, what is the use of this? It's of no use at all.

It's futile. Darren is already gone! Budleigh Babberton.

Harry followed Dumbledore past a telephone booth. Then past a church.

At this time, the midnight bell rang.

They quickly passed by house after house.

Finally, they stopped outside a house with a garden.

"Good heavens!"

Dumbledore exclaimed.

Because at this moment, the door of the house had been violently removed. It was thrown crookedly to one side.

Through the open doorway, one could see that the inside looked as if it had been attacked. Harry's heart sank.

"Harry, take out your wand!"

Dumbledore said.

Then he took the lead and walked in. Harry also hurriedly followed.

Everything here had been smashed. The clock had also been overturned.

On the wallpaper, there were some red, sticky things that looked very much like fresh blood.

"Was he... dragged away by someone?"

Harry asked softly.

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes.

Then he suddenly walked over to a short, fat armchair. Then he poked it hard with his wand.

"... Good evening, Horace!"

The chair let out a scream.

A bald, fat old man appeared.

He was crouching there, rubbing his stomach with teary eyes.

He said angrily: "You didn't have to poke so hard!"

He stood up. He was only as tall as Dumbledore's chin.

Then he said indignantly: "How did you see through it? I had disguised myself very well!"

"Perhaps it's because if Death Eaters had been here, there would be a Dark Mark."

The old man slapped his head hard.

"The Dark Mark... it's too late, you came too fast, I had just adjusted the seat when you ran over..."

The old man said with annoyance.

Harry had never seen such a shameless person.

"Do you want me to help you tidy up?"

Dumbledore asked politely. The old man nodded shamelessly.

"Then I'll trouble you, Albus."

When they had cleaned up the sticky dragon blood on the wall, the old man finally saw Harry.

He saw the scar on Harry's forehead.

"You, you are... Harry Potter! You think you can convince me with this? Dream on!"

The old man turned his head away. Dumbledore wasn't angry.

"Come, sit down and have a cup of tea!"

Dumbledore smiled.

But Harry had a feeling that Dumbledore had arranged his seat in a place where this old man could see him the moment he looked up.

Sure enough, just as the old man started drinking tea, he saw Harry.

"What exactly are you trying to do? Dumbledore, I'm old, I'm useless, it's no use using Harry Potter to persuade me!"

Dumbledore said with a soft laugh: "Don't forget, Harry has a younger brother, he is currently at St. Mungo's, I think he will be able to come out when school starts."

A recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class, who researched the Squib-to-Wizard potion; heavens, I don't even know what kind of great contribution that child will make in the future!