Dumbledore glanced up and down the side street. It looks empty. "Take out your
wand and follow me, Harry," he said softly. He pushed open the courtyard door
and walked quickly down the garden path. Harry followed him. Dumbledore gave the
front door a slow push and raised his wand. Fluorescent flicker. The tip of
Dumbledore's wand was lit up, illuminating a narrow corridor. To the left of the
corridor is another open door. Dumbledore held his wand high and walked into the
living room, followed closely by Harry. In front of them was a scene of chaos. A
cracked grandfather clock lay across their feet, its face broken, and his
pendulum lay a little farther away from them, like a sword that had fallen to
the ground. There was a piano beside it, and the keys were scattered all over
the floor. The remains of a fallen chandelier gleamed on one side. The cushions
were squashed flat, feathers leaking through the side seams; smashed glass and
China fell everywhere. Dumbledore raised his wand a little higher so that the
light could shine on the wall, and the wallpaper was splattered with something
sticky and dark red. Harry gasped, and Dumbledore turned to look at him. "Not
very pretty, is it?" He said heavily. Yes, something terrible has happened here.
Dumbledore walked cautiously into the middle of the room,
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remains of the furniture at his feet. Harry followed and looked around. He
suspected in horror that there was something hidden behind the piano and the
overturned sofa, but there was nothing there. Maybe there was a struggle
here-and then they dragged him away, Professor? Harry guessed, trying not to
imagine how badly a man would have to be hurt to splash so much blood halfway up
the wall. "I don't think so," said Dumbledore softly, glancing at an overstuffed
armchair behind him. You mean he — "" "Still here somewhere?"? Yes Without any
forewarning,
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wand into the seat of the bloated armchair, only to hear a cry of "Ouch!" "Good
evening, Horace," said Dumbledore, straightening up. Harry's jaw nearly dropped.
Where an armchair had been just now, a fat, balding old man appeared curled up,
rubbing his stomach with his hands and looking sadly at Dumbledore with his
watery eyes. "There's no need to jab me like that," he said gruffly, struggling
to his feet. You'll get hurt. The light from the wand shone on his shiny bald
head,
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a lilac-colored silk nightgown under a maroon velvet jacket whose buttons were
polished to a shine. He stood up straight, but he could only reach Dumbledore's
chin. How did I get exposed? He groaned to his feet, his hands still rubbing his
stomach. He was not at all ashamed to be found pretending to be an armchair. "My
dear Horace." Dumbley looked pleased. "If the Death Eaters had visited you, they
would have left the Dark Mark." The wizard clapped his fat hand on his broad
forehead. Dark Mark, "he muttered." I knew there was something wrong. Ah, yes.
But I didn't have time to conjure that. I just finished the last bit of
camouflage before you came in. He sighed heavily and blew the end of his beard.
Do you want me to help you clean up? Said Dumbledore politely. "Please," he
said. They stood back to back, a tall, thin wizard and a short, fat wizard,
waving their wands in the same motion. The furniture flew back to its original
place; the ornaments were restored in midair; the feathers flew into their
cushions; the torn books were restored to their original state when they were
returned to their shelves; the oil lamp flew high to the next table and lit up
again; a large pile of fragments of silver picture frames flashed across the
room and then fell intact on the table in its old, dusty state; All the cracks
and gaps in the house had disappeared; the blood on the walls had been swept
away. By the way, what kind of blood is that? Said Dumbledore loudly, over the
chime of the resurrected grandfather clock. On the wall? "Dragon's blood!" The
wizard called Horace shouted. With a deafening grinding and ringing sound, the
chandelier returned to the ceiling by itself and tightened the screws. The piano
gave a final thud, and then all was quiet. "Yes, dragon's blood," repeated the
wizard to himself, "my last bottle, and now the price is sky-high. But this can
be used again. He hobbled over, removed a small crystal bottle from the top of
the sideboard, and held it up to the light to examine the sticky liquid inside.
Uh. Not bad. He put the bottle back on the sideboard and sighed. Then his eyes
fell on Harry. "Oh." His big round eyes were fixed on Harry's forehead with the
lightning scar. " Oh "This," Dumbledore introduced, "is Harry Potter. Harry,
this is my old friend and colleague, Horace Slughorn. Slughorn turned to
Dumbledore with a shrewd expression. You think that's gonna convince me, don't
you? My answer, then, is no, Albus. He pushed past Harry, his face becoming
determined, as if he were resisting some temptation. I thought at least we could
have a drink. Asked Dumbledore. For old times' sake. Slughorn hesitated. "All
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resign. He didn't give a reason. He didn't think it was necessary. He thought he
might be asked to stay, but the store manager didn't say that. The result still
gives you a bad impression, which is a pity! "A bad impression." Thank you for
hiring me to work here! "What to do in the future?"? Have you found a job? "Look
for it, it's not a big problem." "Well, if only!" The store manager nodded as if
reassured. Must be relieved in the sense of many minutes. Although it is not a
big problem to find a job, in fact, there is no goal at all. Zhigui looked at
the job advertisements in the newspaper and applied one by one, as long as he
could get any kind of job with salary. The last job he found was a temporary
worker who cleaned up leftovers in a company's staff canteen. The salary is not
much, but the rotten smell of leftovers seems to penetrate into the body, which
is unbearable. Meicun teacher seems to be helping to find employment units after
graduation, almost all of Zhigui high school students continue to study,
teachers should not be too difficult to find employable units. But after asking
several companies every day, he always shows a look of embarrassment. There is
also the relationship between the late start, but the main reason is that the
situation of straight and expensive has become an obstacle. I received a letter
from Gangzhi at such a difficult time. The graduation ceremony will be held in
two days. Unexpectedly, Zhigui was a little surprised that he could still write
from the detention center. On the corner of the letter paper and the envelope,
there was a small blue cherry blossom stamp,
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did not know at that time. Naoki: In good health? The verdict is coming soon.
According to the lawyer, it's about 15 years in prison. There's no way. I have a
lot to say to you, but I can't say it. I'm sorry! Do you have any plans to come
for a visit? I want to ask you something, I have a lot to say, and I want to ask
you something. Like how about graduating from high school? I'm always thinking
about it. Please. （7） The disassembly of the engine was more troublesome than
expected, and it was already after six o'clock in the afternoon. Fortunately,
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dark to see his hands. What a lot of trouble! How about it, Zhigui? Let's go to
dinner together? Tatsuno said as he thumped his waist with his hand. Zhi Gui
shook his head. I eat in the dormitory canteen. "Well, see you tomorrow!" Naoki
stuffed his gloves into his pocket and walked in the opposite direction to
Tashino. I had dinner with Li Ye once before, and he invited me. The set meal in
front of the station is definitely not a decent restaurant, but the grilled fish
and fried chicken taste really good, plus the soft rice, I haven't eaten so full
for a long time. At that time, I was not very familiar with Tatsuno, and I
thought he was really considerate. However, when it came time to pay the bill,
Tatsuno put his share of the money on the table,
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looked at my wallet, and there was not even two hundred yen in it. There's no
way to talk to Li Ye. So, "Well, I'll lend it to you." He put one hundred yen
and two fifty yen coins into Naoki's hand. The two hundred yen was returned the
next day. I thought he might say, "Forget about the money." But Li Ye didn't say
anything and took it. From then on, even if Li Ye invited him to dinner again,
he would not go. Back to the dormitory, you can spend less money to eat,
although it is not delicious food. Go out to eat with Li Ye to spend money or
heartache, have that money, can buy a lot of instant noodles or snacks and other
things. There were many employees of the bus company waiting in line at the
station, and Zhigui was also behind them. He had taken off his work clothes, and
when people saw him, they must have thought that he was also a worker here.
Think of this, but I feel desolate. He decided to go to the studio of the waste
recycling company at the end of March, and it was Mr. Mei Cun who helped him
find it. The salary is definitely not high, but it can provide dormitories.
Although it is not owned by the company, it is borrowed from the dormitory
prepared by the automobile manufacturing company for seasonal temporary workers.
You can eat and take a shower in the dormitory. For Zhigui who has to move out
of his apartment, he can ensure the most favorable conditions for his place of
residence. Naoki asked Mr. Umemura only one question: "Does the company know
about the incident of Gangzhi?" The teacher nodded. "There is no company that
does not inquire about the family members of its employees." "Then promise to
hire?" "It depends on the interview." Said it was an interview, but it was just
a meeting with the boss in the coffee shop with Mr. Mei Cun. It's a middle-aged
man named Fukumoto. Wearing a suit and no tie. Fukumoto rudely asked Takashi
about the incident, as if he were just interested. The hiring was decided on the
spot. Fukumoto said that as long as he did not cause any trouble to the other
car company, he made it clear that if he fought with the employees of the other
company, he would be dismissed immediately. When Zhigui is on the bus, he keeps
his head down as low as possible, for fear that he will cause disputes if he
accidentally looks at someone. At first, the bus was very crowded, and some
people would go down at every stop. When there was a vacant seat, Zhigui did not
intend to take it. As he was about to get off the bus, he noticed someone
looking at him. It was a young girl sitting in the second row from the back,
looking at him from time to time. Naoki began to think that maybe he was
thinking too much, but he didn't think so. When he got out of the car, he looked
back as if nothing had happened, and his eyes met hers. The girl was about his
age, with no makeup on her face and her hair cut very short. She turned her eyes
away at once. On the way from the station to the dormitory, Naoki accidentally
remembered her and felt as if he had seen her somewhere, and if he had seen her,
it should be in the factory. Why is she looking at herself? Maybe it's the
so-called love at first sight? But he was not happy about it. Because he didn't
think she was attractive at all, he probably belonged to the kind of person who
was not conspicuous at all in the company, he imagined. After eating the
cheapest set meal in the dormitory canteen, I went back to my room. The house
has three bedrooms and one living room,
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