Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"what?"

The bad premonition in Professor McGonagall's heart became more and more intense...but Urquhart didn't care, and still talked to himself.

"...Remember to eat on time every day, go to bed early and wake up early..."

"...What are you talking about..."

"Don't be too busy, some work, just push it, don't look at Dumbledore's age, but his body is much stronger than you and me..."

"Urquhart... what's wrong with you..."

Professor McGonagall said, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

"...and that Ancient One..."

Having said that, Urquhart was silent for a moment, but after a while, he still showed a smile.

"...Although I don't want to admit it, that Ancient One is indeed a very capable person, if..."

"...Urquhart, what the hell happened?"

"...I mean if..."

"...Urquhart! Stop talking!"

Professor McGonagall shouted loudly, tears had already formed a line, stepped forward, spread his hands, and hugged...

"...if...forget it...forgive me, Minerva...I still can't say a word of blessing after all..."

Looking at the dust in her hands, Professor McGonagall was stunned... She realized something, looked up, and saw Urquhart's figure flickering, becoming more and more illusory.

"...Ur... Urquhart..."

Tears welled up on Urquhart's smiling face.

"...Minerva...I love you..."

"Urquhart!!!"

Professor McGonagall stood on the spot dejectedly, looking at the increasingly dim figure in front of him, tears spewed out like a spring, repeating Urquhart's name in his mouth, weeping like complaining, extremely sad.

In the Ministry of Magic, the Death Eaters were reveling and jumping for joy, forming a circle, and in the center of the circle was their great Dark Lord.

The Dark Lord's side was the only top Ministry of Magic official they caught who didn't escape.

The senior official was over fifty years old, most of his hair had already turned white, his appearance was tough, but he was extremely embarrassed.

He was surrounded by a group of Death Eaters, and after blowing away the wand in his hand, he also used the method of casting without a wand to kill two enemies...

He was forced to come to the hall by the enraged Death Eaters, and wantonly humiliated in front of the bureaucrats of the Ministry of Magic who had surrendered.

Cruciatus Curse, Imperius Curse, Skinning Curse...

All kinds of tormenting tricks were repeatedly performed on this man who was not young at this age.

That man wailed and went crazy, but he never begged for mercy from the beginning to the end...

With a mocking look in his eyes, he despised everyone. Even though he was forced to show all kinds of ugly things, his soul was always proud, and he always looked down on everyone...

That kind of gaze is so dazzling to Death Eaters, especially Voldemort...

Finally, after experiencing cruel torture, he ushered in a relief

An exasperated killing curse...

Voldemort's own hands...

he died...

"...Minerva..."

"...Urquhart..."

"...farewell..."

"Do not!!!"

'Boom thump thump...'

The hasty knock on the door sounded again, and the distraught Professor McGonagall moved to the door with difficulty, and gently opened the door she was looking forward to.

She has never looked forward to it like today, looking forward to opening the door, and what she can see is the figure she is familiar with...

However, her heart has clearly told her that she is afraid that she will never see the person she is looking forward to...

really...

"Professor McGonagall, urgent news, the Ministry of Magic has fallen!"

hum~

Professor McGonagall's body shook, and her face became more and more dazed. In an instant, she seemed to be ten years older, like a walking dead!

"Minerva! Take heart! The students still need our protection!"

"...students...to...students..."

Hearing Professor Flitwick's words, Professor McGonagall seemed to come back to his senses, a look flashed in his eyes, and his mouth murmured.

"...students...students...hoo!"

Taking a deep breath, Professor McGonagall seemed to have forgotten everything just now, and stood up straight, like a towering green pine, full of endless fighting spirit.

"Professor Flitwick! Immediately notify all the teachers and students, bring your own wands, and evacuate in an orderly manner. All professors will protect the safety of the students along the way!

Starting today, Hogwarts is closed!

Alert the house-elves, get your food ready, and get ready for a long struggle!

Everyone, pack light, bring nothing but wands, and be out of school before sunset!

understand! "

"Understood, but Minerva..."

"Professor Flitwick!"

Professor McGonagall stared at Professor Flitwick sternly with a stern face. The short Flitwick was actually a little bit numb at the sight of Professor McGonagall!

"No but! I will stay in the school and wait for Professor Dumbledore and Professor Gu Yi to come back! You guys! Execute immediately!"

Seeing Professor McGonagall's stare, Professor Flitwick did not raise any objection after all, nodded slightly, took a deep look at Professor McGonagall, turned and left.

Looking at the figure of Professor Flitwick leaving, Professor McGonagall turned around and returned to his desk as if nothing had happened, leaned on the desk, and continued to deal with his work.

It's like... nothing happened...

......

Chapter 544

'Puchi...Puchi...'

The orange-red slime, with a somewhat dim light, slowly spilled out from the "Book of Abraham", and spread towards the drafty walls of Gaunt's old house.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Wang Xuebin held the wand in both hands, lowered his head, and raised his head from time to time to observe the progress of the magic.

Whether it is magic alchemy or kung fu cultivation, at the end of the fight, what you fight is an idea, thinking, heart, vision, and a little bit of inspiration!

The same technique, in the hands of different people, will produce completely different effects, and sometimes it may even be very different!

It's like the same light, some people play lasers, some play flash bombs, some play ultraviolet rays, and some play Diga...

When the accumulation reaches the extreme, the idea becomes extremely important!

When a person's thinking begins to solidify, it is the beginning of his old age, ignoring new things, holding old ideas, and stubbornly thinking that this is the truth, the whole world...

Such things happen to everyone, and Wang Xuebin is no exception, although he has been avoiding this day.

Try to force yourself to accept new things, and try to study and broaden your horizons, not only to learn something, but also to keep yourself as young as possible.

Such is the case with alchemy.

"Professor Gu Yi..."

In the depths of the yew forest, Dumbledore slowly walked out with his hands behind his back, looked at Gaunt's old house, exhaled softly, and asked

"...Is it almost finished?"

Hearing the sound, Wang Xuebin was refreshed, collected the messy thoughts in his mind, looked up at the house, turned his head and said:

"It's ok...uh..."

Seeing Dumbledore's relaxed expression, and looking at the empty forest behind him, Wang Xuebin couldn't help being surprised.

What about snakes?

So thick, so old and long snake?

That's a snake...

Toothy...

Wang Xuebin's strange eyes made Dumbledore feel very awkward. He looked down at his attire and found nothing inappropriate. Then he raised his head and asked cautiously:

"...Is there something wrong?"

"Uh...it's nothing, it's ready here, you come or I come..."

Considering that Dumbledore was an old acquaintance with him, Wang Xuebin didn't have the nerve to ask more questions. He changed the topic vaguely, pulled out the wand in the book, and stood up.

Seeing Wang Xuebin's weird performance, Dumbledore frowned, but he didn't think about where the problem was. He shook his head and didn't think about it.

"...It's okay, just leave this trivial matter to me!"

As Dumbledore said, he drew out a fifteen-inch elder wand, took a step forward, pointed at Gaunt's old house, and shouted softly:

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

'Boom! ! ! '

The orange-yellow fireworks exploded into a small mushroom cloud, and the door frames and walls of the house were all blown to pieces.

However, under the strong stickiness of the orange-red glue, those pieces of wood chips did not seem to scatter around. They still kept their original shape, but wobbly, like jelly, and a little oozing.

"...Come on, let's go in, let's see, what has Tom left us?"

After speaking, Dumbledore took the lead and walked towards the house.

"I told you to be careful, don't break the isolation glue, if it breaks, my hard work for half a day will be in vain!"

As Wang Xuebin spoke, he followed Dumbledore and walked towards the rickety wooden house.

This non-Newtonian fluid, which Wang Xuebin calls the isolation gel, is actually a semi-finished medicine in the alchemy experiment.

Its function is very simple, it is only to isolate the mutual influence of the magic force field.

In the assembly and production of many alchemy items, in order to avoid mutual pollution between magic powers, the parts that need to be assembled will be wrapped with this colloid.

As a colloid, it has as many disadvantages as it has advantages. It is fragile, difficult to preserve, and has a short shelf life. It is not afraid of strong impact, but afraid of being scratched by a soft knife.

If Dumbledore accidentally broke the layer of colloid wrapped around the wooden house, the warning magic in the house would be felt by Voldemort in the distance immediately.

"Don't worry, I will be careful!"

Gently pushed open the broken wooden door with a magic wand, stretched out his hand, coated himself with a transparent film, slowly cut into the glue, and squeezed it.

Wang Xuebin put away the book of alchemy, followed behind Dumbledore, and squeezed into the narrow house together in the same way.

The house is not very big, only about [-] to [-] square meters. There are no partitions, or there were partitions originally, but a big hole was broken in the wall of the partitions, and there is no privacy at all.

There is a single bed for each thing in the room. On the bare bed board, there is a bunch of linen sheets, which are dirty and sloppy.

A wooden table and two chairs. This may be the most luxurious furniture in the house. The yew wood is crooked. Although it looks like it was made by the old and young Gunters, there is no trace of repair.

Looking around, the house was full of poverty and sloppiness. Because Dumbledore used the Explosion Curse, the dust in the air swelled, adding a bit of decay to the house.

"Have you been here before? Has it always been like this?"

In the room, Wang Xuebin was protecting his oxygen mask, driving away the dust in front of his eyes from time to time, looking around, and frowning.

"..."

silence...

Dumbledore did not answer Wang Xuebin's question. The elderly figure just stood blankly beside a cabinet without a door, looking at something.

Wang Xuebin didn't care about Dumbledore's silence, he looked east and west, and he couldn't help urging him until the other party didn't move for a while.