In the Harry Potter Without Harry Potter

Chapter 111: The Wolf and Dog

Dumbledore left the wagon a little after seven o'clock.

He left the wagon alone, not in his wizard's robes but in a long trench coat, and then used an Apparition to arrive at an ordinary Muggle town next to London.

He was like an old man who got up early in the morning and strolled aimlessly along the street, walking from one end of the town to the park in the centre.

The scenery here is very good, there are also a lot of morning young people, as well as small children standing on the side of the road waiting for the arrival of the school bus to school, he did not slow down along the roadside until he came to a park bench ahead.

An old man was sitting on the bench, he looked much thinner than Dumbledore, with a short beard on his face, wearing a long trench coat with a standing collar and a much colder facial expression, and just relaxed on the bench with his eyes closed.

"You actually came earlier than me." Dumbledore's words visibly carried some surprise, he looked like he was familiar with the old man, and sat down on the other side of the bench.

The cold old man opened his eyes, did not bother to look at Dumbledore, but directly reached out and pulled out a cloth bag from his pocket and threw it to him.

"What you asked for, that old man Gregorovitch has now submitted to me, these are the first batch of goods."

Dumbledore asked curiously.

"How did you win him over?"

The old man sneered: "Vader pointed his wand at his head, and I asked him if he had any further words to offer me? Then he said he'd do anything for me."

Dumbledore went silent for a while, and only after a long time did he smile lightly.

"This is considered your style of doing things, but you should not be too harsh on him, after all, you have already stolen his things."

The old man snorted coldly.

"Don't play nice here, I'll give you the stuff, but not even a Knut can't be missing. I know that even without the philosopher's stone, you have left a lot of gold in that broken wagon of yours."

Dumbledore waved his hand in disinterest.

"Don't worry, when today's events are over, I'll send the previously agreed-upon price."

With that, he stuffed that cloth bag into an empty pocket of his trench coat and then stood up from the bench.

Dumbledore looked at the old man who still remained motionless on the bench and smiled as he blinked and said.

"I received the goods, are not you leaving?"

The old man leaned back on the bench and closed his eyes again, the cold morning breeze blew his collar, but he remained motionless.

"You haven't paid, I'm going to wait here, in this world, no one has ever reneged on my bill!"

Dumbledore suddenly laughed, he did not bother to look at the old man sitting on the bench, who could obviously send someone to deliver the things, but he made a special trip here from Bulgaria, and turned around and walked in the direction of London downtown.

He didn't walk fast, he left the area as if he was taking a stroll, and when he got out of the town, he reached out to stop a cab and gave the name of a destination to the driver.

At 10:00 a.m., he arrived on time at the deserted street, which seemed abandoned even in the daytime.

He seemed to have a good conversation with the cab driver on the way, and after paying for the taxi with muggle bills, he stepped out of the car and entered a red, old, out-of-date phone booth.

He didn't touch the antique phone in the booth but took out his wand.

This wand is not his usual elder wand, but just an ordinary apple wood, phoenix feather core wand, he raised the wand to the telephone and lightly knocked.

Then the whole telephone booth began to shake!

The next second the telephone booth abruptly began to fall, just like the elevator, carrying Dumbledore to the underground.

Such a fall lasted about a minute or so, and the telephone booth eventually reached its destination, after the door opened, he was in a hall almost half the size of a soccer field.

The walls on both sides of the main hall were embedded with many gilded fireplaces, and in front of him, there is a 'The Magic is Might' stone statue, which replaced the Fountain of Magical Brethren that was actually in this location seven years ago.

Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, Dumbledore's eyes showed some nostalgia, he walked out of the telephone booth, a variety of wizards passed by him, and finally, a witch saw his face at this moment.

The witch froze in place, which caused another male wizard, who had been trailing behind her, to bump into her back, but before he could open his mouth to complain, he also followed the witch's gaze and saw Dumbledore walking along the hall with a smile on his face.

Gradually, more and more wizards spotted him, and almost everyone in the hall froze in place as they looked incredulously at the number one dark wizard and wanted criminal in the British magical world walking in so brazenly, and their brains went blank for a while.

Dumbledore did not care about the behaviour of the people around him and arrived unhurriedly at the register and security desk in the main hall.

The Ministry of Magic employee, who was looking down at the newspaper, sensed someone approaching, and without raising his head, he uttered a formulaic line.

"Wands on the table, sign up on the form over there."

Dumbledore did not put down his wand and did not bother to register his signature, but said calmly in a voice that could be heard by all the wizards in the quiet hall.

"Could you contact Voldemort and let him know that his Professor has come to visit him?"

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Meanwhile, Azkaban Island, at the same time when Dumbledore walked into the Ministry of Magic.

Sirius took the wand from Lupin's hand, he had walked out of the prison and walked side by side with Lupin on the main path in the prison.

Their faces revealed the overwhelming excitement, and their actions were so obvious in broad daylight that they naturally attracted the attention of the "jailers".

Dementors drifted towards them, and the whole main path was crowded with these monsters, too dense to count.

"Which one should we start with?" Sirius held his wand up in front of him, he licked his dry lips, with a fierce smile on his face.

Lupin remained as steady as always as he and Sirius put their backs to each other and spoke calmly.

"Let's start with Ralf and the others, we have to get him out first."

This was how they had been getting along for the past three years, with Lupin in command and Sirius doing the work.

Having identified his target, Sirius couldn't hide the hideous grin on his face anymore.

"Pups!"

He waved up his wand.

"Expecto Patronum!"

Silver light surrounded him as if a ring of planets surrounded a star.

Lupin likewise used this advanced protection spell together with him.

"Expecto Patronum!"

The light suddenly became incredibly blinding!

The Dementors that rushed at the front began to let out silent howls and desperately retreated backwards, and right under this dazzling silver light.

Wolves and Dogs coalesced together as they ran and rushed towards the group of prey that belonged to them!

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