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Chapter 76 76
Chapter 76
Countless images flashed before Circe's eyes. Finally, she closed her eyes and finally made a decision.
In the Hogsmeade village, at the Pig's Head pub, a woman in a black cloak sat in the corner, silently ordering a glass of butterbeer, but didn't drink it at all, as if she was waiting for someone.
The moment she lowered her head and looked up again, a man also wearing a black cloak appeared on the opposite seat. It was a man. He reached out and knocked on the table, then got up and walked upstairs.
The woman followed silently.
"Long time no see, Lacey." After entering the room, the man lifted his cloak, revealing his silver hair.
"Long time no see, Professor Dumbledore," the visitor hesitated, "Sorry, I didn't know it was you. If I knew, I wouldn't set the location outside."
"It's okay," Dumbledore showed his kind smile as always, "I understand, after all, what you are doing now requires you to be very cautious."
"Professor, you..." Lacey took a step back, her wand was exposed a little by the wide cuff of her magic robe, ready to run away, "You know all about it."
Dumbledore didn't care about Lacey's defense, and he didn't intend to do anything to her, "Tell your superior, the top level, I want to talk to him, I think I should have this qualification. "
Lacey thought for a moment, then said, "Yes, Professor."
After Lacey agreed, Dumbledore left the Pig's Head Bar and returned to Hogwarts.He put the cloak back in the closet, and then went back to his desk as usual, dealing with the daily affairs of Hogwarts, large and small.
"Are you really going to do this, Professor Dumbledore?" A portrait on the wall with a red nose and a little fat figure spoke. These words seemed to break the calm, and all the portraits began to whisper.
"Is such a decision really good?" Armando Dippet asked the portrait next to him in a low voice. He has always been cautious in doing things. Maybe it was Voldemort's dark age that made him feel insecure.Daisy DeVante, the lady next to him, was a renowned healer; her portrait hung in Dumbledore's office and St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds, so she could walk between her portraits at will.She is different from her neighbors, she has always been bold, "This is already the best decision."
"Quiet!" Dumbledore was completely unable to concentrate amidst the noise of the former headmaster's door. "That's the only way we can do it, not only Voldemort, but the Illuminati. Besides, no one knows how to fix the barrier. The current method is the only way to keep wizards alive."
As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, the communication symbol he placed on the table made a beeping sound. Dumbledore input magic power, and a line of text immediately appeared on it: "Tomorrow morning at Buckingham Palace at nine o'clock." Signed: MH.
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"Cersey, what are you doing?" When Sherlock came back, he saw a strange little girl on the sofa in the room, and asked Watson. He didn't know who this little girl was, but Says Circe brought it back.So, Sherlock ran to the next room to see if his sister was in trouble, but saw Circe packing her luggage.The whole room was packed clean, and Circe carried a small bag on his back.Sherlock bets she must have packed everything in the room.
"Anthony called me and asked me to go play with him for a while, and I agreed." Circe answered Sherlock while closing the curtains in the house.
"Then you don't need to pack everything! Don't you still want to live here when you come back from America?" Sherlock frowned, "Cersi, don't lie to me, what are you going to do?"
"Anthony really invited me to the United States. My mother said that when I come back from the United States, I will not be allowed to live outside, and I will live at home. That's why I have to pack everything!" Sersey stared at him with big eyes. Looking at Sherlock, it is completely impossible to see that he is actually lying.
Anthony did invite her, and Elina also said that she was not allowed to live outside, but these were actually just excuses. Circe really wanted to go on a long trip, but the final destination was not the United States.
"Okay!" Sherlock was skeptical, but he still compromised, "I will send you on the plane personally, and then contact me immediately after you arrive in the United States. By the way, you and your parents have already talked about this ?"
"Well," Circe nodded, "I told them all, and it's the plane tonight."
"It's so fast, there must be something wrong!" Sherlock muttered for a while, but still didn't say anything. Since his mother agreed, there should be no problem... right?
After sending Circe to the airport, Sherlock suddenly felt that there was something else that had been forgotten. What was it?Sherlock scratched his hair. Recently, he has been thinking of ways to deal with a man named Moriarty, and he will forget many things without knowing it. What is it?
Bilk, still lying on the couch, sneezed, rubbed his pillow, and fell asleep.
Anthony was waiting to be picked up at the airport. Standing next to him was a handsome young man who was Anthony's big brother next door. Mrs. Lawrence was very worried about her son, but she herself was too busy, so she asked Anthony was accompanied by the neighbor's elder brother who had a good chat with Anthony.
Circe got off the plane, it wasn't her first flight, but it was definitely the most amazing.There is no need for magic power, or even blowing hair, as long as you sit comfortably on the seat. Compared with these, although it takes a little longer, it is completely within the tolerance range.Until reaching the destination, Searcy remained curious about the flight of the plane.
By the way, the place where Anthony lives is so strange!Or is the name of every city in the United States so strange that it is actually called Central City, is it okay to name it like this?How embarrassing for other cities!Are other cities on the border?
Circe complained about the name of the city, and walked out with the flow of people. Soon she saw Anthony standing at the end of the road waiting for her. Next to Anthony stood a strange person. It was not the appearance, but this person. There was a strange power about him, a power that Circe had never seen before.
The world is changing so fast!Circe sighed, walking towards Anthony without stopping.
Anthony seems to be recovering well, at least now he can not only walk into the crowd, but also know how to introduce friends to each other.
"Cersey, this is my neighbor who lives next to me. His name is Barry Allen. Brother Allen, this is my good friend. Her name is Circe Holmes." Anthony spoke seriously, and Circe and this Mr. Barry Allen shook hands gently.
"Good day, Miss Holmes. Nice to meet you."
"Hi, Mr. Allen, nice to meet you too."
The author has something to say:
The Flash is just a more important soy sauce.It is estimated that his role can be written within two pages.
Then, Circe is going to "go away". It's really a long way. Can you guess where it is going?Friendly reminder: It has a little relationship with The Flash.