Chapter 661: Blood without the Smell of Blood, a Big Improvement for Harry!

After handing the white chess piece to Old Batty, Lynn told him the principle and usage of the pocket anchor.

After learning about the preciousness of the pocket anchor, Old Batty stared at the white chess piece in his hand. He was about to say something to Lynn, but found that Lynn had already left on the Anywhere Door Key.

"In view of my loyalty?" Old Batty said to himself, "What a good evaluation..."

Old Batty slowly raised the chess piece in his hand, which was another "chariot".

...

Among the remaining ten chess pieces, Lynn has already decided where the two "knights" and two "guards" will go.

However, Lynn can only hand them over to their owners after the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry opens.

Meanwhile.

Badley Barberton Village.

Two figures, one large and one small, stood outside a neat little stone house in the garden.

These two people are Dumbledore and Harry, and their purpose of coming here is to invite Horace Slughorn, who lives here, to return to Hogwarts Castle to serve as the professor of Potions for the new school year.

As for the original professor of Potions, Professor Severus Snape, he was appointed as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts for the new school year as he wished.

However, this is not because Professor Snape won among the job seekers, but because, except for Professor Snape, there is not even a single wizard in the entire British magic world who is willing to serve as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Even if Dumbledore begs for mercy, no one is willing to apply for a job.

After all, it is well known in the British magic world that Voldemort has cursed the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Voldemort, the real owner, has been resurrected and is even quite active.

No matter how valuable the professor position at Hogwarts is, or how valuable Dumbledore's face is, they can't risk their lives!

So, Dumbledore had no choice but to let Professor Snape teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

In front of the small stone house, Harry looked quite nervous, while Dumbledore was calm and composed.

However, unlike Dumbledore's calm demeanor, he looked a little embarrassed.

His hand holding the wand seemed to have been roasted by the flames, dry and charred.

If this hand could not move, Harry would have thought it had been carbonized.

On Dumbledore's other hand, he wore a ring, which he had never worn before.

The ring looked very large, and the material seemed to be gold, but the craftsmanship was very rough, and it was embedded with a heavy black stone with cracks in the middle.

At this time, Dumbledore walked to the half-open door on the left side of the small stone house and whispered, "Harry, draw your wand and follow me."

Dumbledore's wand lit up with a light, which was a silent fluorescent spell, and the two walked into the living room of the small stone house.

But surprisingly, unlike the neat appearance of the small stone house, the living room looked like a war had taken place, and there was a mess in front of them.

An old grandfather clock was broken at their feet, the clock face was cracked, and the pendulum lay a little further away like an abandoned sword; a piano was overturned on the ground, and the keys were scattered everywhere.

There was also a broken chandelier nearby, and the fragments looked sparkling under the illumination of Dumbledore's fluorescent spell; the cushions were thrown everywhere in a mess, already deflated, and feathers drilled out of the cracks. Broken glass and broken porcelain pieces were scattered all over the floor like powder.

Dumbledore raised his wand higher, letting the warm light illuminate the wall. The wallpaper was splattered with a lot of dark red sticky stuff, like blood.

Harry frowned and looked around the surrounding environment.

Although this living room was arranged as a terrorist attack scene, Harry, who had experienced countless illusions, quickly found the clues.

Harry whispered: "Professor Dumbledore, there is no bloody smell of human blood here!"

Harry did not smell any bloody smell of human blood from the blood on the wall. Instead, the blood felt more like dragon blood to Harry.

Such a messy and bloody environment, but there was no trace of bloody smell of human blood, which made Harry immediately determine that this place must have been arranged by humans.

As for the person who arranged this scene, whether it was an enemy or a friend, it was hard to say.

But after seeing that Dumbledore's face did not change at all, and even had a smile on his face, Harry relaxed.

"It seems that he is still here."

Dumbledore said with a smile, and he looked behind the bulging armchair that had overturned on the ground.

Before Dumbledore finished speaking, he suddenly made a move and stabbed the tip of his wand into the cushion of the bulging armchair, and the chair immediately let out a scream.

"Good evening, Horace." Dumbledore stood up straight and greeted with a chuckle.

Harry looked at the armchair without surprise, only to see that the ordinary-looking armchair had turned into a bald fat old man in the blink of an eye.

The fat old man squatted there, rubbing his belly, squinting a painful, tearful eye at Dumbledore.

"You didn't have to stab me so hard with the wand," Slughorn said angrily, struggling to get up, "It hurts so much!"

The light from the wand shone on Slughorn's glaring bald head, his bulging eyes, his walrus-like silver-white beard, and the shiny buttons on the maroon velvet clothes over his lavender pajamas.

From Harry's perspective, Slughorn's head was not as high as Dumbledore's chin.

"How did I get caught?"

Slughorn asked gruffly.

Slughorn staggered to his feet, still rubbing his belly.

Hearing this, Dumbledore just smiled slightly, without saying anything, but looked at Harry beside him with appreciation.

Dumbledore did not expect that after a year of training with the D.A. Army, Harry's progress was much greater than he imagined.

Even Dumbledore himself relied on the non-existent Dark Mark to judge that Slughorn was directing and acting by himself, without considering the blood on the wall that did not smell like human blood.

Seeing this, Slughorn looked at Harry in surprise, and asked: "Did you see through me? How did you see through me?"

Harry said honestly: "Blood smell, sir! There was a lot of blood splashed on the wall, but from the blood smell, I can tell that it is not human blood!" (End of this chapter)