People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

Crystal clear saliva splashed everywhere.

The hard, yellowed dog's teeth bit the door into pieces with a grunt.

It passed through the solid wall, making a sound of metal clashing.

Under the impact of the Armor Curse, the three-headed dog felt his head buzzing.

The other two heads struggled to squeeze out of the door.

But it was blocked by the dizzy head in the middle.

They took this opportunity to run, literally running.

The fishy smell and the blood-red mouth were now deeply engraved in their minds.

It motivates them to swing their calves back and forth quickly.

The scene gradually moves away, surrounded by silvery-white mist.

The blank space in the middle reflects all of this.

A twisted nose, blue eyes, and half-moon lenses appeared on the side.

It was Albus Dumbledore.

He leaned back in a high-backed chair with brass trim and purple velvet cushions.

With his long legs stretched out, he watched the thrilling moments of the little wizards in a very relaxed manner.

A voice came from the 6-inch silver mirror on his desk, facing away from him.

"That's very bold, Albus. If you were the headmaster of our school, I would definitely impeach you."

Dumbledore slid his finger.

The images in the silver mist began to move.

Came to the house with the three-headed dog and the trapdoor.

The other two heads of the three-headed dog kept barking, but no sound was made.

Its body was pulled toward the trapdoor by invisible chains.

It struggled in vain, leaving scratches on the stone floor.

The voice sounded again, "You cast a spell. Yes, your beloved boy is here."

Dumbledore shook his head. "Harry is not special. I will not sacrifice any life to protect him, except my own. This test is not for him."

He slid his finger.

The picture is reversed.

It came to the boy who had blond hair and blue eyes before.

The golden vertical pupils are looming.

Scaly patterns flashed across the fair skin.

And that strange magic wand.

The handle of the staff looks like a roaring dragon head, the body of the wood is black with a metallic luster, and the fiery red body of the staff is covered with a black dragon spine full of spikes.

"Hiss! Don't you think he looks like a human? Except for the eyes." The owner of the voice did not care about the strangeness of the wand. He seemed to be accustomed to the abnormality of Bagir.

"Gellert?" Dumbledore's blue eyes were blurred for a moment, then suddenly cleared up, "No, this boy is more handsome. They just have similar hairstyles. The only similarity is when he was young."

"What a pity! I thought you were going to come back to life. After all, I have already handed that thing over to you. I, an old man, thought I could see you have a family before I died." The voice teased.

"Dying? You have enough potion left to last you a century. If you regret it, you can always—"

"Okay, let's talk about the boy! Your new target."

Dumbledore stopped while he was ahead, "Don't you think that boy is special?"

"Special?" A chuckle came from the mirror. "It's just a simple magical transformation. In my long years, I have seen too many geniuses. There are countless who are more special than this boy. This magic wand is nothing more than a transformation through advanced alchemy."

"What about me? Why are you so special to me? Are you tired of Perenelle?"

The voice in the mirror became panicked. "Don't! Don't say that. Don't let Perenelle hear it! You should understand it yourself. There are many excellent and talented wizards. But there are only two who are truly 'great wizards' like you in my career."

Dumbledore shook his head. "No, four."

The voice trembled for the first time. "Who? Besides you and Grindelwald? That ridiculous Voldemort? Him too? How is it possible?"

"The inheritance of magic is engraved with everything our ancestors have. The descendants of Slytherin practiced too much inbreeding, which led to the madness of their ancestors increasing from generation to generation as their bloodline was passed down. This is also called forbidden blood. Even if one values ​​a spouse with noble bloodline or an ancient pure-blood family, they will not marry someone with forbidden bloodline. This is because the superior talents brought by forbidden bloodline also make them crazy and hysterical. Not to mention learning magic, it is difficult for them to support themselves. There are only a few exceptions, such as Isolt Sayer, the founder of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Why are you reciting history to me? I am a witness to all this."

"Tom and the great witch have one thing in common. They are both half-blood."

"I know that. I have seen Voldemort with my own eyes. The Slytherin part of him is too strong, and he hardly looks like a half-blood. Although he seems polite, the madness lingering in his heart also surprised me. He can't get around them and become a great wizard."

"You may not know. His father made his mother pregnant while under the influence of aphrodisiac. Born under such circumstances, he is inherently lacking in certain emotions. Some negative emotions cannot affect him. Moreover, becoming a great wizard may not require spiritual sublimation."

"No? You and I both know that magic is an illusion. But the essence of our magic, apart from that bullshit magnetic field, is belief. And the great wizard is the one who turns the virtual into the real and truly possesses magic. Apart from a spiritual breakthrough, there is no other shortcut!"

"What about magical transformation? The most dangerous and impossible one? Pry open your own head, remove your own blood vessels, hammer your entire body's bones, and dismember your empty soul."

"How did he survive? Not to mention the danger. The pain alone from this magical transformation is enough to break the soul."

"At least more than three Horcruxes, remaining immortal. Killing, countless killings to vent the pain. Do you think it means making your nose disappear?"

After hearing that, the voice said "madman" and fell silent.

I have mixed feelings in my heart.

He once thought it was just a scam.

He died in public again and again, and then was resurrected in unexpected ways.

This miracle, like Jesus' resurrection, has probably been demonstrated many times by Voldemort.

Is this also the reason why those Death Eaters are so submissive to him and firmly believe that he will be able to rule the world?

After a long while, the voice sounded again, "What about the other one?"

Dumbledore pursed his lips and looked at Bagel with a more eager light in his eyes than when he looked at Harry.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 32: Swordbearers of the Magical and Muggle Worlds

Just now, Bagel was actually ready to teleport away at any time.

But thinking that they would be fine with Harry around, she endured it.

Furthermore, he also has the echo of "Fenrir Wolf", which gives him health points a hundred times greater than those of ordinary people.

But even so, he had previously looked at the three-headed dog from head to toe through the Hogwarts in his mind.

But when he really faced this dangerous magical creature, he couldn't help but ignite the [Red Dragon Blood].

After that state faded away, his body became much stronger.

He doesn't want to become a big guy.

The image of Long Aotian, with his strong build, delicate features and handsome eyes, is very impressive!

There is no need to guess who was the instigator of this incident.

If anything happens at Hogwarts, just go to Dumbledore!

So, when Harry and the others had calmed down and were discussing the three-headed dog, the flashing trapdoor, and Basil's spell and wand, Basil zoomed in on the headmaster's office.

Watched everything that happened inside.

Looking at the picture of Dumbledore looking at him, his eyes were filled with passion.

Bajir felt extremely cold.

The voice that sounded like Nick Flamel also expressed shock at the right time. "How is it possible? An 11-year-old boy! Voldemort can understand this. After all, he crushed his own bones and ash, sliced ​​his soul, and forced the conceptual magic in his body and soul to appear and materialize. What about this boy? He just has the blood of a foolish dragon beast! Judging from his age, he probably inherited it from his ancestors. Just like you inherited the power of the phoenix from your ancestors. But even the power of the phoenix only makes you closer to a great wizard than others. The next step is completely the blossoming of your personal experience in the field of magic. This boy?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "This is definitely not a simple dragon beast. This is closer to the power of the wise dragon Smaug in Tolkien's novel. And it is more righteous. You are not there, unlike me who can feel everything through the fog condenser. That kind of power is full of majesty, uprightness, and the heat of the sun. This may come from a historical era that we have lost. Muggles recorded stories called myths. His last name is Granger, and he is born with the power to control plants. Plants, the sun. Could it be Balder? He vowed not to harm all things, is the god of spring and joy, and is also the god of light and mercy. The Granger family's control over plants comes from the power of spring?"

"No! What about the dragon? According to what you said, it is better to say Apollo. He is also called the god of medicine. Medicine is often related to plants."

"Yes, what about the dragon? Perhaps this feeling of closeness and awe does not come from the oath of all things? Red dragon? No, the dragon is a symbol of the devil. There are also traces of dragons in the spell of Lieffire."

"Are you getting old and confused? Who else could it be when you mention the Red Dragon? Don't you forget where you are from?"

"Britain, hiss, the red dragon that pulled out the sword from the stone and ruled Britain? That's right, that wand looks more like a knight's sword than wood. What about the plant?"

"Have you forgotten Merlin? Although there are legends that he has the blood of a succubus, there are also poems describing him as a druid who lives in harmony with nature."

"Oh? That makes sense."

As Dumbledore finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

He waved his hand. The silver mirror flew into the cabinet. Something like a humidifier that emitted silver mist sucked the mist and the picture into it.

"Please come in."

"I look like Grindelwald?"

"That's Nick Flamel?"

"Why does it end here?"

"What a myth! I really hit the right spot!"

"What are the characteristics of a great wizard? Why don't you tell me?"

"Am I a great wizard?" Feeling the majestic and fiery 'magic' flowing in his body, Bagir didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

This old man Dumbledore is really powerful.

In fact, the reason why he has not created any new echoes is that he is expecting the echoes of Dumbledore and Voldemort.

Harry's echoes pale in comparison.

On Thursday night, he planned to spend another 5000 gems to create echoes of Harry, Hagrid, Ron, Draco, and Neville.

but.

[The maximum number of echoes a player can bear is 3. Do you want to create the echo "Star of Savior"?]

“Can it be expanded?”

[Yes, would you like to spend 1000 gems to increase the maximum number of echoes you can bear to 4? ]

"no."

This is the cause and effect.

Voldemort responded by planning to kill people and take their souls.

Hogwarts was his body.

He could easily detect the location of a powerful magical item like the Horcrux version of Ravenclaw's Diadem.

The reason why he has not taken action yet is because the only known things that can destroy Horcruxes are the basilisk's fangs and Fiendfyre.

The basilisk is still alive, and it costs 1 to make a summoning card.

It’s 3 more expensive than Phoenix Focus.

Although Li Huo's knowledge was in the forbidden books area and he could easily take the book out of thin air, there were too many banned books and he couldn't find which book it was.

Moreover, he was also hesitating whether to make this Horcrux into a card and then destroy it.

Dumbledore's response was that he was prepared to rely on making friends.

But Basil had not yet openly asked Dumbledore questions such as whether he was his friend.

And, as we all know, Dumbledore is an old glass.

Especially now that Basil knew he looked like Grindelwald.

A more handsome version though.

Therefore, the third issue has not been resolved until October.

But these days, Bajir has not gained nothing.

The impact of everything he did gradually emerged.