"I think Scrimgeour should hire Albert as the Minister's special adviser. Maybe the Ministry of Magic can turn around."

"Scrimgeour tried, but was flatly rejected."

"It's just like his style," Harry complained.

"I almost forgot." Stopping at the intersection of Privet Drive, Dumbledore turned to Harry and said, "I hope you have your wand and invisibility cloak ready."

"Don't we go directly to 12 Grimmauld Place?" Harry was quite surprised by this, but it was quickly replaced by a surge of excitement. Dumbledore was obviously going to take him there for adventure.

"We are going to visit our old colleagues today." After Harry took out the invisibility cloak, Dumbledore waved his wand and made the box, cage and Hedwig disappear.

"I'll take your luggage to No. 12 Grimmauld Place so that you won't get in the way with them."

"Old colleague?"

"We are short of professors again, and we need to persuade one of my retired colleagues to return to Hogwarts to continue serving."

"Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Harry guessed.

"No, he is the Potions Professor." Dumbledore said.

"So, Snape finally got what he wanted?" Harry frowned slightly, surprised by Dumbledore's decision to make Snape the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

"It's Professor Snape," Dumbledore corrected.

"That's really good news." Harry said happily.

"Good news?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.

The position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was cursed by Voldemort a long time ago. Each professor will not hold the position for more than one semester, which means that next year Snape will have an accident and leave Hogwarts.

He did not think that Snape, a former Death Eater, could be immune to the effects of Voldemort's curse.

Couldn't this be good news?

"How can I help, sir?" Harry changed the subject.

"I think you will come in handy." Dumbledore raised his arm and said, "Okay Harry, grab my arm, we're going to go."

"Okay, sir."

After Harry grabbed Dumbledore's outstretched forearm, his whole body was dragged in by a suction force, and the squeeze from all directions almost made him suffocate.

"Are you okay?" Dumbledore looked down at Harry who was retching with concern, "You need to get used to this feeling slowly."

"I prefer flying on a broomstick."

Although Harry said he didn't like it, he also knew that he must master Apparition as soon as possible so that he could grow up quickly.

"This way."

Dumbledore led Harry through the town with brisk steps and stopped in front of a neat little stone house in the garden.

The door of the house was hanging crookedly, as if someone had broken in violently.

"Oh my gosh!"

"Sir, there is no Dark Mark." Harry looked up at the sky and found no Dark Mark. "If the Death Eaters had really come, they would have definitely left the Dark Mark over the house."

"You are right." Dumbledore looked around both sides of the street and said softly, "It seems that my old friend does not seem to welcome other guests."

"Could it be because we came so late?" Harry muttered.

"Pull out your wand and follow me, Harry." Dumbledore whispered. "I hope our trip will not be in vain."
Chapter completed!