Sprout was unhappy, extremely unhappy.

Keynes shrank his neck and dared not speak any more.

"Professor Sprout, it's not that serious yet." Harry rubbed his eyes. "I can still hold on for three or four days at this level. I just don't want to go."

"I'm curious about what's behind the door, but I have more important things to do right now."

He broke off two cookies and ate them. "Thank you, Mr. Flynn."

"You are always welcome in the Department of Mysteries!" Keynes responded immediately, his tone respectful, "When will you come next time?"

“As long as you are willing, you don’t need to make an appointment, just come directly.”

Harry nodded: "Professor, let's go."

"Harry, you..." Dumbledore frowned.

Harry interrupted him: "I mean go back to the Potter mansion. I need a good rest now. Albus, be careful not to let the things in your head shake out."

"Although my health is better than that of the average person, it's not invulnerable yet."

Dumbledore nodded and smiled helplessly: "I thought you would be eager to get there."

"What's the hurry?" Harry shook his head. "You're in a hurry to step on Voldemort's trap when you're not in good condition."

The words fell.

Keynes was startled and tilted his head back, not quite reacting. Sprout's heart, which had just been relieved, was lifted up again.

"He guessed you were going there?" Dumbledore asked thoughtfully.

Harry nodded and walked up the stone steps. "Obviously, he still has some brains. At least he is smarter than the last one. Besides, when we came here just now, someone went to tip him off."

"Tip it off?" Keynes raised his voice sharply, "Is there a Death Eater of You-Know-Who in the Department of Mysteries?"

Dumbledore nodded, "We know this."

Keynes clenched his fists: "I haven't recruited any students in the past few years..."

"It's been going on for more than a decade," Harry interrupted. "The Department of Mysteries has been leaking like a sieve for a long time."

Keynes opened his mouth, feeling quite at a loss.

"Which ones?" He asked with a serious face when he reached the middle.

Harry waved his hand: "Professor Dumbledore and I are just ordinary wizards. We are just making a suggestion. Perhaps you can trust Scrimgeour."

Auror?

Keynes said nothing and nodded quietly.

After walking out of the Hall of Death, Keynes looked around at the silent people coming and going, gritting his teeth. He thought that these wizards, like himself, who dedicated their lives to studying the mysteries of the world, could not become Death Eaters or members of the Order of the Phoenix. The truth was beyond their imagination.

He feels that everyone looks alike now. It is hard to imagine what kind of souls are underneath these honest appearances.

Harry and Dumbledore left quickly.

Keynes took a deep breath, walked out quickly, went up to the second floor underground, and went to find Scrimgeour.

Potter's old house.

It was lively and noisy, Sirius was sparring with Lupin, the fight was intense, and Tonks was recording the video with a camera nearby.

The old Black house was the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. Sirius seldom lived there. He didn't like it before, but now he found it difficult to face.

Kreacher was cleaning, the locket on his chest dangling.

Since destroying the locket, Kreacher has treated Sirius, Harry, and Dumbledore with the same respect he would show his master.

After replenishing some food and water, Harry returned to his room and fell asleep immediately with his pillow. He did not wake up until the afternoon of the next day.

In the living room.

Sirius and Dumbledore sat on the sofa. The thirty-something man seemed to have finally realized how wonderful learning was during this time, and he kept asking questions to the old headmaster.

"Harry, you're finally up." Sirius cheered when he saw him for the first time, throwing the book into Dumbledore's arms.

Harry nodded. "How long have I slept?"

"All day." Dumbledore put his hands away and placed them on the cabinet beside him. "Would you like something to eat?"

Harry rubbed his stomach and sat down: "Of course."

"My body was numb before, I couldn't feel anything, but now I wake up from a nap and I'm very hungry."

He almost finished his words.

A juicy, steaming steak appeared quietly in front of him.

There were also ten slices of white bread, a glass of red wine, and a serving of cut fruit salad.

Harry looked at the silver cutlery, emblazoned with the Potter family crest, in thought.

Um……

As far as he could remember, the Potter family didn't seem to have such luxurious things.

"It was Kreacher who did it." Sirius had a half-mocking smile on his face. "It's getting much better now, but it's a house-elf after all. You know these creatures, they may have some abnormal brains."

"It says that Potter will become the greatest wizard like Dumbledore, and that the Potter family should have everything that the Potter family should have."

Harry picked it up and cut off a piece with his knife. "Maybe it could be a griffin or a wolf. Never mind. A wolf is better."

Sirius immediately complained: "Harry, you are too partial to Remus."

Harry comforted him: "It's okay, once Uncle Remus's lycanthropy is cured, he will no longer be a wolf."

Sirius opened his mouth.

Is this the problem?

One steak and ten slices of white bread were not enough for Harry, and when he just expressed that he wanted another one, the empty plate was immediately removed and a new one filled the vacant space.

Harry finally understood why many pure-blood families, even though they were in decline, still insisted on raising a house-elf.

This kind of life is really hard to imagine.

He didn't feel it in Hogwarts, after all, there were not many house-elves in the kitchen, and it was difficult to watch every little wizard and serve them. But at home, the house-elves kept an eye on him all the time, observing his every word and action, even the smallest details like his eyes, eyebrows, and gaze, trying to figure out every little thought and provide service.

It's definitely worth it.

He had a slightly better opinion of house-elves.

After eating and drinking, Harry was not in a hurry to set off.

Before hunting or traveling, the witcher must make full preparations. The Gryffindor Sword and the Snake Bone Sword were maintained, and potions, some materials, and the alchemical bombs developed by George and Fred were replenished to five.

Two days later.

Dumbledore Apparated with Harry, and the next second, they appeared on an isolated island.

They stood on a cliff by the sea.

In the distance, there were several sea fishing yachts sailing, and Harry could also hear the chattering of some men and women.

Landy Island.

The largest island in Bristol Bay, this bear-like island is one of the most popular tourist destinations for many capitalists and even the middle class.

"This place was not like this when Grindelwald and I came here." Dumbledore was a little surprised and looked around, but was not noticed by ordinary people.

Harry looked at the hotel that stood up nearby and shook his head: "People's development will always be beyond imagination."

Ciri told him.

As the daughter of destiny with ancient blood, she has been to many worlds. In one of the worlds, she has even developed to the point where machines have replaced the body. In her own world, this is only a science fiction element and has been made into movies and TV series. Dudley likes it very much, and even Sirius is very interested.

"Some of what Gellert said is true." Dumbledore muttered. After Harry knew about the past, he did not shy away from mentioning him.

"The entrance to Avalon is on this island?" Harry asked him.

Dumbledore shook his head: "No, this is the closest. We have to start from here."

They cast an Disillusionment Spell on themselves and walked quietly towards the beach.

All the way to the port.

The towering, white lighthouse houses yachts and cruise ships.

They conjured a small boat out of the bay, and after they got on it, Dumbledore steered it.

A cruise ship was just leaving the port, and the two people hidden by the Disillusionment Charm could not be seen. It rolled straight over, and the waves it created splashed Dumbledore's face. Harry had already used magic to protect himself.

"You'll look stupid if you do that." Harry deadpanned.

Dumbledore cast a drying spell on himself: "I just want to experience the charm of ordinary people's transportation."

"Such a large ship is unimaginable even for wizards."

Harry made no comment.

That's only for ordinary wizards.

The small boat soon overtook the cruise ship and plunged into the heart of the sea like a swordfish. After complexly bypassing several reefs, a thin mist came, covering the sea surface and swallowing them.

Dumbledore stopped the boat and said, "Harry, this is as far as I can go."

"I can't get into Avalon."

Harry nodded and conjured another boat for himself: "Then Albus you just wait here, I don't know how long it will take. If Voldemort escapes, remember to block him."

"Of course." Dumbledore nodded.

Harry got on his own boat, hung up a flashlight, waved his wand, and a breeze blew, blowing the sail and moving the boat forward.

The deeper you go, the thicker the fog becomes.

He couldn't tell the direction and just kept driving straight ahead.

After Harry finished his first meal, suddenly, the fog dissipated and a holy, oil painting-like island appeared before him.

"Avalon?"

Harry whispered and steered the boat closer. The waters beside the island were different from the sea in the distance. The blue and white colors were equally pure, reminding Harry of Grindelwald's eyes.

With a clang, the boat crashed into the soft sand and stopped moving.

Harry jumped down on the bow of the boat and looked up.

In the distance was a lush forest of apple trees. It was extremely quiet, with no sign of any living thing.

No no no.

Harry took a deep breath and looked into the distance. There was still the breath of living things.

Several holy scents, hidden deep inside.

There were also a few smells that made him feel sick - that was the rotten, disgusting stench emitted by the Death Eaters infected by the Dark Mark. It had not been so strong before, but now he could smell it in the wind even though he didn't see them.

Sure enough, Voldemort had arrived here first and found a way to get his servants in as well.

This deepening stench is the price of coming in?

Harry took a deep breath, waved his wand, put on his Invisibility Cloak, walked across the beach and into the apple grove.