bacchusnovels Chapter 588 Let's start a game?
Chapter 588 Let's start a game?
Chapter 584 Let's start a game?
"What are you doing here?"
Looking at Bella, who had suddenly appeared on his bed, Sean asked a profound question.
Bella raised her eyebrows and asked in return.
"This is my home. Isn't it a normal thing for me to come home?"
That seems to make some sense.
That makes absolutely no sense.
In other words, Dumbledore was busy dealing with Horcruxes today and didn't come here.
The two players have been matched.
"Shall we start a game?"
"Come."
However—Sean suddenly noticed something was wrong.
The bed wasn't very soft.
More specifically, there seemed to be something under the bed, and Sean looked at Bella suspiciously.
Bella shrugged, giving a helpless look that said, "You found out."
Under Sean's utterly shocked gaze—
Bella slowly pulled a person out from under the bed.
That's right, it's withdrawing.
The person's appearance is somewhat similar to Bella's in the area between her eyebrows.
It's Tonks. It's Tonks?!
No wonder just now —
Sean stared wide-eyed at Bella, who feigned a wronged expression.
"She spotted me as soon as I arrived."
"I cast a forgetting spell on her, and then—and then—and then—"
Sean already knows what happened after that.
What should we do now?
A qualified assistant should take action when their superior is hesitant.
Bella is very competent in this regard.
She slowly took off Tonks's robe—
In a daze —
Tonks had a dream.
I dreamt of myself and my mother —
When Tonks woke up the next day, he glanced at the empty room where he was all alone.
Thankfully, it was just a dream.
Dumbledore arrived the night after Christmas.
He looked extremely tired, and without any pleasantries, he simply took Harry away.
"Where are we going?"
"A place to store Horcruxes."
After several transfers, Harry smelled the sea and heard the sound of crashing waves.
He stood on a high, black rock.
In the distance lies the moonlit sea and the starry night sky.
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A cold wind carrying a salty smell blew against the rocks, and the waves rolled and roared at our feet, stirring up layers of white foam.
Harry turned around and saw a dark, steep cliff behind him, its rock face plunging straight into the sea like it had been cut by a knife, its indistinct outline disappearing into the night.
Several huge rocks were scattered abruptly around.
The area beneath his and Dumbledore's feet appears to have fallen from the cliff during a previous collapse.
The surrounding area was desolate, with no trees, no grass, and not even a trace of sand. Only the vast sea and exposed rocks formed this cold and austere scene.
"What do you think of this place?"
Dumbledore suddenly spoke, his tone so relaxed it was as if he were asking if this was a good place for a picnic.
"Where am I?" Harry asked.
He simply couldn't imagine a more uncomfortable travel destination than this.
"Do you remember Voldemort's past in the orphanage?"
After Dumbledore's reminder, Harry made a bold guess.
"Could it be—you mean—"
"That's right—I think only Tom Riddle and a few of the kids he bullied came here."
Dumbledore gave Harry a look of considerable admiration.
After thinking for a long time, he decided to involve Harry in the matter.
After all, Harry might have something on him—
"I can imagine how Riddle got up here—he used magic instead of ropes, and as for bringing those two children, he probably just wanted to enjoy the process of intimidating them."
Harry looked up at the precipitous cliff again, a chill running up his spine from his feet, goosebumps instantly rising on his skin.
"However, his destination—which is also our destination—is a little further away," Dumbledore said.
He gestured for Harry to walk toward the edge of the rock, which was riddled with jagged indentations that could barely be used as footholds, leading down to the giant boulders that surrounded the cliff and were half-buried in the waves below.
Climbing this rock face was extremely dangerous, and Dumbledore, moving slowly, seemed to be struggling.
The rocks below are extremely slippery due to the erosion of the seawater.
Harry felt the cold, fishy spray of water hit his face, sending a shiver down his spine.
"Fluorescent lights!"
Dumbledore landed steadily on a giant pebble closest to the cliff face, bent down, and whispered the incantation.
A few feet below, the dark sea surface suddenly lit up with specks of golden light, flickering and dancing like fireflies. The dark rock wall beside him was also illuminated by the faint light, revealing its rough texture.
"Do you see it?" Dumbledore asked softly, raising his wand to let the light shine further.
Harry followed his gesture and saw a narrow crack in the cliff, through which deep seawater swirled and flowed, like an entrance to the unknown.
"You don't mind getting it a little wet, do you?"
"It's okay."
"Alright, let's try going in and find out what's going on."
While the two are preparing for their own wondrous adventures, Tonks on the other side seems to be experiencing an unusual adventure as well.