The Mysterious Return of Hogwarts

Immersed in magic research and organizing notes, it took Neo a quarter of an hour to be brought back to his thoughts by the pain on his cheek. He pulled out a wand and began to try to heal the wound on his face. Dumbledore was obviously not kind enough to come over to help.

He wanted to aim the Elder Wand at Neo's head, but if he did that, the fragile balance finally established between the two would be broken in an instant.

The old man's bottom line of not killing people seemed to be getting looser tonight.

"Heal quickly..."

Neo activated the healing magic, and there was a numbness in the wound. It stopped within two seconds and had no effect.

"In addition to black magic, white magic can also cause pain that is difficult to heal. It is a blind spot in knowledge, yes."

Neo switched to a silent spell, and his lips trembled rapidly. This time he used the flesh spell passed down from the real Slytherin. Granulation began to grow on half of the cheek bone at the wound, but it had little effect.

Love is far more powerful than Neo expected, especially for Neo who is possessed of pure black magic power. That is to say, his soul is freed from the original restrictions of Tom. Except for a little law of cause and effect inherited from the resurrection ceremony, he has long been killed. The most direct bond with Harry Potter was broken.

Of course, if the unbreakable spell is successfully concluded later, this bond may be made up for by the fate of the secret poke.

When the time comes, the two of them might actually become destined enemies.

Well, I must be the one who was knocked down and crushed. Neo felt that most of his face had grown back, but the rough scars were still left, and even the eye had not recovered.

"It really hurts. Can you ask Fox to give me a few tears?"

Neo put away his notebook and looked expectantly at Dumbledore, who was holding Harry.

The other party didn't even raise his head.

"Phoenix, I won't shed tears for someone like you."

Neo felt discriminated against, "Principal Dumbledore, how about you give me the phoenix and I'll let Harry kill it once in a few years?"

What kind of magical deal is this?

"Kill...once?"

Dumbledore frowned deeply. He thought of something very bad from this quantifier.

Thinking of the resurrection of the man in front of him and the rumors about him earlier, Dumbledore flashed in his mind several kinds of dark magic that could only be found in the restricted book section of the Hogwarts library, such as life substitution, soul separation, fake death... ...all demanding, bloody and inhumane stuff.

That's a taboo that Gettler wouldn't even reach out to touch, probably because the backlash and drawbacks are too severe.But seeing Neo's indifferent expression, he realized that the man in front of him probably didn't care that much at all.

Does he intend to learn, or has he already mastered the taboos of dark magic?

Dumbledore has always felt that compared with the older generation of Dark Lords, this generation of new devils is less sinister and more sick.

"I have several lives. Don't worry about me dying."

Neo directly revealed that as long as you look carefully, there is no way to hide this secret from anyone.He preferred to see Dumbledore's shocked look, which would make him still unclear as to what more outrageous reasons he might be hiding.

"...I'm not worried about you."

Dumbledore just wanted to say, I suddenly became worried about Harry. Can he really achieve what the prophecy said, destroying such a difficult devil?

"Phoenix really won't give it to me?"

Neo pointed at Harry Potter, his eyes were contemptuous and his attitude was arrogant.

"You are so old and have no heirs. Among the people who can inherit Fox, he is the most likely person. But can a weak insect keep the treasure that he should not get?"

"Don't talk about me. Any dark wizard who covets the phoenix in Knockout Alley can easily knock this kid down. You will hurt him."

How sincere and sincere, Neo's compassion for others blinded Dumbledore's eyes.

His anger was about to pierce his eyes. Before I died, you started threatening Harry in front of me?

"Neo Slytherin, what on earth do you want to do!"

Do you have to ask?

Neo looked at Dumbledore in surprise, as if he didn't expect him to be so unwise.

"I began to wonder if Nick Mellor wanted to make you famous, so he signed your name on the results of dragon blood research... Dumbledore, of course I want the phoenix for magic research. , the dragon's blood can be slowly deciphered, why no one has analyzed the phoenix's flame... It's all you rotten people who occupy resources but don't develop and utilize them, with the ugly face of a miser."

"You are all behind the decline of the magic world!"

Neo, the Dark Lord, really has a hint of the majesty of Grindelwald who shoulders the righteousness.

Dumbledore was so angry that he laughed in his heart. Although Neo had always maintained the appearance of a research madman, his time was still short after all, and his actions in the past half century had left indelible prejudices in many people's minds.

Those who were harmed by him, those who killed their relatives, those who were enslaved and tortured, almost represent the entire British wizarding world. Such a guy who has offended the whole world but can still run around, apart from being powerful, really has nothing at all. The possibility of survival.

Fortunately, Neo had just arrived here and had no relatives or friends. Otherwise, it would be difficult for an ordinary person to ignore all friendships in the social circle.

"Ho...ho..."

Finally, Harry woke up. He took a deep breath, like a struggle after drowning, and finally returned from the nightmare to an even more nightmare reality.

He saw Dumbledore looking at him with concern, and just about to cry, as if he suddenly remembered something more important, Harry's head turned and he was looking at Neo, who was also looking at him with concern.

"It's you!"

"It's me. You fainted before. It was probably caused by malnutrition and anemia. Harry, please pay attention to your health."

Neo saw it clearly this time. A layer of red magic power began to surge in Harry's blood vessels as he regained his excitement after waking up. It was the inherited magic power nourished by blood and family ties. This time he had a shocking glimpse. , Neo had to give 99 likes to the Dursleys in his heart.

"The Dursleys have not added any new power to this curse that was created more than ten years ago. It is still so old. You are a cousin of the Potter family who lives just across the street. This magic It can grow by at least [-]% in the past ten years.”

"The greatness of mother's love, praise it, just because it allows me to see such a wonderful scenery."

The notebook was spread out hurriedly, and Neo kept stimulating with words, in order to allow Harry to maintain the manifestation of magic for a while. It was difficult for the little wizards to control their own powers, let alone those that were not their own. Don't use such extreme methods, Ni Ao couldn't see the flowing power clearly.

In fact, he didn't need to talk trash. Just seeing his ferocious face at this moment, and recalling the words "I killed your father and mother" that he said, Harry would be so excited that he wanted to tear his face apart. .