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Chapter 458 Blood of the Enemy
Chapter 458 Blood of the Enemy
While Loila and Mr. Steinberg were having a friendly conversation, the headmaster's office at Hogwarts was quite lively.
Dumbledore sat in his chair, silently watching the person before him, who then gently tapped his cane.
"Albus, he's not there anymore." Moody said slowly as he sat down, his demonic eye darting around uneasily.
"I investigated the Albanian jungle, and then searched every possible location," he said slowly. "Finally, I went to the old house in Gaunt."
Gaunt House—Voldemort's ancestral home—was a rather gloomy and secluded place, but even there, Moody couldn't find Voldemort.
He looked at Dumbledore seriously and said, "Voldemort has left."
"But I found some traces of life."
"How many people?" Dumbledore asked slowly after a long silence.
"Two people," Moody said slowly, "and just recently—"
"Two people?" Dumbledore fell silent again, but this time not for long, before asking, "Then where do you think he went?"
"That's hard to say," Moody shook his head. "He's very clever—he used an anti-tracking spell—I haven't found any useful clues—"
"Not entirely—" he said as if he had just remembered something, "Old Tom's grave was dug up."
"Old Tom Riddle—" Dumbledore frowned: "Father's bones—servant's flesh—enemy's blood."
Thinking of this, Dumbledore gently tapped the table.
"Headmaster Dumbledore." The house-elf Bibi immediately appeared in the headmaster's office, bowing slightly as he looked at Dumbledore.
"Please call Harry here," Dumbledore said slowly. "Let him come alone."
"Yes, Principal." Bibi snapped her fingers and disappeared.
Moody then looked at Dumbledore and said, "Have you discovered anything, Albus?"
"Perhaps they've discovered something—or perhaps nothing at all." Dumbledore shook his head and looked at Moody. "But thank you for your help, Alastor."
"You must be tired from your journey, go and take a rest."
"Hmm." Moody nodded and turned around, then turned back as if he had thought of something: "Albus—I think I have to remind you of something."
"About Snape," he paused, then said, "is he really trustworthy?"
"————" Dumbledore paused for a few seconds, then smiled slightly. "He is one of the most trustworthy among us."
Moody didn't say anything more after hearing this, but shook his head and left.
As he left, the principal's office fell silent.
"Dumbledore—believing in Snape is not a good thing. He can betray Tom, and of course he can betray you too!"
"The one who spoke was none other than Headmaster Black, one of the former Hogwarts headmasters, who was hanging from the ceiling."
He said in the framed picture, with a slightly sarcastic tone and in an obnoxious manner, "And when Tom wins, the purebloods will be great again!"
"Shut your mouth!" Standing next to him was another former headmaster of Hogwarts, Armando Dippet, who was also Dumbledore's predecessor. He glared at Headmaster Black before looking at Dumbledore.
"Albus, Severus is trustworthy," he said earnestly. "Darkness is coming—we need all forces that can be united."
His words silenced Dumbledore, who simply sat quietly in his chair, letting the headmasters argue.
"Clatter".
However, as soon as the principal's office door opened, the principals all fell silent, closing their eyes and pretending they knew nothing.
"Headmaster Dumbledore—you wanted to see me?" Harry walked into the headmaster's office, a little puzzled, with a hint of nervousness on his face.
After all, the last time he came here was because of that strange dream.
"Please have a seat, Harry." Dumbledore smiled slightly at him. "Would you like something to drink?"
"No—no need." Harry quickly waved his hand.
Dumbledore didn't say anything more, but slowly nodded and said, "How have your studies been lately?"
"I remember the third match is about to start, isn't it?"
"It's...it's alright..." Harry said, then seemed to remember something and quickly added, "Oh, right, Headmaster Dumbledore...about Snape..."
"He's been doing this lately—" Harry thought for a moment, unsure how to put it. Should he tell Dumbledore about Snape always bothering him?
"What's wrong?" Dumbledore's gentle voice came, making Harry swallow hard.
"It's nothing—" Harry shook his head, deciding it was better not to bother Dumbledore with such a thing.
"That's good." Dumbledore blinked, then leaned back in his chair and casually asked, "Are you still dreaming lately?"
'
"No more for now." Harry shook his head.
"Looks like the honey tsuna I ate before bed worked?" Dumbledore chuckled.
"Maybe?" Harry shrugged uncertainly. "But I have been eating it before bed these past few days."
His words made Dumbledore laugh, but after laughing, he continued, "Well—there's one more thing, Harry."
You must answer this question truthfully.
"Hmm." Although he didn't know why, Harry nodded anyway. "I'll answer truthfully."
"That's for the best." Dumbledore coughed and then said, "Has anyone asked you for blood this semester—?"
"Huh?" Harry paused, then looked at Dumbledore with some confusion. "Headmaster Dumbledore, you mean—blood?"
"Hmm." Dumbledore nodded. "Red blood."
"Has anyone asked you for anything? Or have you ever been injured and bled a lot?"
"No—no." Harry thought for a moment and then shook his head. "I—I don't remember."
"Really not?" Dumbledore asked again, his brow furrowed and his expression quite serious.
"No," Harry replied again. He had never been touched by anyone—unless someone did so while he was asleep.
But in the end, what's the use of blood?
Harry looked at Dumbledore with some confusion, but Dumbledore didn't say anything and just remained silent.
"It's nothing—Harry." After a few seconds, he reassured him, "I was just asking casually."
"After all, blood can be used to make a lot of things," he said, taking a bag of candy from the drawer.
"Want to eat some cockroaches?"
"No—no need." Harry felt a headache coming on just looking at the huge swarm of cockroaches.
"Then keep up the good work." Dumbledore nodded gently. "The competition is almost here, isn't it?"
"Um."
Harry nodded and left.
As he left, Dumbledore slowly rose and walked to the window, looking out over the glass at the grassy area of Hogwarts.
Finally, he silently closed his eyes.