Fire Bearer at Hogwarts

Chapter 62 Strange Induction
"Dumbledore..." Snape frowned. He watched as Dumbledore took out an unremarkable stone from a small box. It was so ugly that no one would even look at it if it was thrown on the street.

"I'm going to put a spell on it." Dumbledore smiled and nodded at Snape, who was holding a brown wand full of bumps in his hand, "a positioning charm, so we can see who took it." go with it."

Snape didn't say much, he took a look at the Sorcerer's Stone, he was not interested in this thing, in his opinion, things like immortality are unquestionable nonsense, even potions can't do it, a piece of broken stone ?He felt that it was not flat enough to pad the corner of the table.

Dumbledore put the Philosopher's Stone on the table in the principal's office, and with a slight movement of the wand in his hand, a silver-blue spell was thrown out, and then slowly surrounded the Philosopher's Stone like a long silk thread.

Looking at Dumbledore's skillful appearance, Snape slightly marveled at the old man's amazing ability to control magic power.

The Philosopher's Stone trembled slightly, and gradually calmed down with the disappearance of the silk thread, and there was no difference from the ordinary appearance at all.

"It's easy." Dumbledore clapped his hands and put his wand back into his wide cuff.

"Is this all right?" Snape asked, he picked up the Philosopher's Stone and looked at it, but found nothing different.

Dumbledore smiled slightly, then blinked sharply, and a pair of blue eyes appeared on the Sorcerer's Stone, "I can still use the Sorcerer's Stone to observe the surroundings."

Snape nodded, then threw the Philosopher's Stone with eyes back on the table with a little disgust, "So what am I here for?" He asked, he was busy refining the potion, and was caught by Dumbledore called, and he looked at Dumbledore slightly unhappy.

You asked me to come just to show off your spells, right?

Dumbledore was holding the Sorcerer's Stone in one hand, and a chocolate cockroach that he didn't know where it came from in the other. "Of course there are more important things."

"Would you like some?" Dumbledore asked, and he swished the chocolate cockroach.

"Oh." Snape shook his head, looking at the writhing cockroach in disgust.

Dumbledore shook his head, swallowed the chocolate cockroach, "It's not enough for me to stare at the Philosopher's Stone, you have to come too."

"Why together?" Snape asked coldly, he regretted coming to the principal's office.

"It's just a spell." Dumbledore spread his hands slightly, "Do you trust me?" He took out his wand slightly.

Snape frowned, and then thought about it carefully. He certainly didn't want Dumbledore to cast a curse on him...but if Dumbledore forced him, he really had nothing to do.

And it's all here... Hey... Snape still looked stiff, but he had already agreed to Dumbledore's request in his heart.

He nodded slightly, agreed to Dumbledore's request, and then closed his eyes silently.

"Thank you for your trust." Dumbledore flicked his wand lightly, pulling out a trace of the same blue line from Snape's body, and then slowly pulling it to the Philosopher's Stone.

"You just have to blink hard," Dumbledore said, "You can try."

"Heh." Snape felt a slight pain in his head, he shook his head, and had no intention of trying.

"By the way, Severus..." Dumbledore looked at Snape who pushed the door open and seemed to remember something.

"What?" Snape asked impatiently, his potion had been waiting for a long time.

"Remember to put on your clothes the day after tomorrow..." Dumbledore said with a smile, obviously...he did it on purpose.

"boring."

"Snapped!"

Snape slammed the door and went out, leaving only a muffled sound.

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"Strange..." Ash stood up suddenly, and for a moment he noticed something in Hogwarts...an extra hero's soul...although he didn't know where it was and it disappeared quickly, but he still felt it There was a hint of familiarity.

The amount of souls in Hogwarts has always been a fixed value... Occasionally it fluctuates up and down, but he has never felt such a huge change.

A familiar smell... He thought for a while, and he seemed to understand something.

Something that Dumbledore took... Is he tempting me?Ash thought about it, but he didn't decide to look for one or two. He didn't know if it was Dumbledore's conspiracy, or some kind of temptation.

He didn't rush to search for the location, but tapped on the desk in the office, attracting the attention of Woka, who was doing homework.

"What's the matter, Professor?" Woka looked up at the pensive Ash, "Is there anything bothering you?"

"It's nothing." Ash clenched his hands, "It's just about Halloween."

"Halloween?" Woka was taken aback for a moment, and then looked at Ash with some doubts. Although she was very curious, she didn't ask any more questions. She put down her mind and concentrated on her thesis on the history of magic.

Ash watched Vocka lower his head and start writing his homework, but he didn't have the heart to lower his head to write his own notes... He looked at the boxes piled up in the corner.

Inside is the Halloween costume he prepared... I don't know why, he always feels weird, it seems that something is going to happen this Halloween, and it may be related to that soul... Ash shook his head slightly, thinking carefully, he came by himself It's been four months in this world, and it seems that no big-headed souls have been collected yet.

It has always been a little fish and shrimp, with such progress...it feels like it will take a long time.

Ash sensed the soul in his body slightly, and came to the conclusion that it would take another 100 years...

too slow……

He opened the diary and turned to the first few pages... Looking at the things he wrote about Rodland, he couldn't help but make up his mind that he still needs to speed up the progress of the collection... It really can't...

He thought of Dumbledore, but when he thought of the old man's strength, he couldn't help but sigh... If only he were in Rhodeland... He never missed the days of throwing magic so much, at least after coming to this world. first.

You can't let a good life corrupt your heart...

He reminded himself that after trying to let go of his thoughts, he continued to concentrate on his own research.

It didn't take long for Woka to leave, leaving behind snacks that he didn't know where to buy, a bag of honey candy, which smelled sweet and greasy, and Ash thought Phil would like it...

This "ambitious" owl is still working on releasing the spell, and it has decided to use its right claw to release the spell, although Ash feels that this does not seem to affect its failure in the slightest.

But thinking of finally being able to calm Phil down again, Ash thought it was pretty good, at least he didn't have to ask the owl if he had done anything wrong before going to bed every day.

"What did you notice?" Suddenly, Anna asked in a low voice. She was leaning on the soft leather sofa. Her messy black curly hair was much more ladylike before, and the dark circles under her eyes disappeared after a few days of maintenance.

Ash didn't speak, he turned his head and glanced at Anna, why are you so curious?

Anna shrugged her shoulders, then sighed slightly, "I've seen a person like this, he likes to sigh when he has nothing to do, and then talk about his lofty ambitions when he has nothing to do."

Ash didn't speak, he nodded slightly, motioning for Anna to continue.

"That look of looking forward and backward is too familiar, Mu... Ash." Anna said casually, "I suggest you don't hesitate too much..."

"You know, indecision is worse than recklessness."

Ash smiled slightly. He didn't expect that he would be educated by a portrait... But what Anna said was right, Ash knew that he had actually made a decision in his heart...

He can't give up that soul...

Rodland needed it, Elizabeth needed it...the rest of the world needed it too.

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