Chapter 687

Sean always acted according to his qualified plan, and rain or shine.

And Dumbledore always relied on his wisdom.

Just like now, he pulled a small green glowing boat, as if he knew it was there beforehand.

"You know Tang Mu very well."

This was Sean's explanation for this.

"This is my duty, hmm, the headmaster's. Give me your left hand, will you?"

Dumbledore held Sean's intact hand.

"Magic always leaves traces, sometimes very obvious traces. I taught Tang Mu Riddle and know his style."

Dumbledore said, and with a soft bang, the small boat hit the lake shore on their side.

Dumbledore stepped aside, holding Sean's hand, and carefully climbed onto the boat.

This place was too small; they could perhaps only squeeze together.

Sean thought for a moment, quickly opened the Wizard's Book, and the restrained, exquisite wooden door stood on the small boat; he walked in and poked his head out:

"Would you like to come in as a guest?"

"I would be very happy."

Dumbledore entered with a smile.

So, the small boat set off immediately; everything was silent, only the soft rustling sound of the bow piercing the water surface.

The small boat was moving automatically, without them needing to do anything, as if an invisible rope was pulling it toward the green light in the center of the lake.

Soon, the cave walls were no longer visible, and they felt as if they were sailing on the sea. The only strange thing was that the sailor of this boat was Butler Pukey.

Wilxiong had a spirited appearance, even if there seemed to be ten thousand hands under the lake water, he had no fear.

"Goblins, they have unique magic."

Dumbledore said, picking up the pumpkin juice Butler Pukey had left on the table.

"Very unique magic, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Sean resisted the urge to have a midnight snack, even though Butler Pukey had good craftsmanship and always left him delicious food in the wizard's hut.

"I can't wait to hear you share your story at Ilvermorny.

Of course, it's better to say it in a dream."

Dumbledore said with a smile.

Before Sean could answer, Butler Pukey's dutiful voice sounded:

"Respected Mr. Green, we are almost there."

They poked their heads out, and sure enough, the green light seemed to have finally become larger and brighter; a few minutes later, the small boat gently hit something and stopped.

Sean raised his lit wand and saw that they had arrived at a smooth rocky island in the center of the lake.

The island was about the same size as Dumbledore's office: a large, flat black stone slab, empty, with only the light source emitting that green light. ===== CHAPTER 688 =====