The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

Every time someone pronounced the name, he would feel it.

Otherwise, at most people would not dare to scold him in front of him just because of his fierce power. The reason why he dared not say that name was because it would indeed bring substantial danger.

In Dumbledore's speculation, the owner of the underground palace is likely to have the same experience as Voldemort——

Also suffering in the world in a state of neither death nor life.

The difference is that the master of the underground palace endured this pain much longer than Voldemort.

"The reform of more than 300 years ago failed in the end. After the death of Amenhotep IV, the faction of Aten God was purged. Dumbledore speculated that it was during this purge that the owner of the underground palace was sent to into here."

While Bill took out sheets of parchment from his pocket, he threw out two more words, "Alive."

"Life sacrifice? It's not new in ancient Egypt. So you spent a lot of effort last time." Mentioning this bad custom in Egypt, Aini suddenly felt that the air around him became inexplicably colder.

Think about it, more than 3000 years ago, the owner of the underground palace was like Voldemort, whose soul remained in the world after the life was cut off.

But it can't accumulate strength like Voldemort, waiting for resurrection.

Instead, he was locked in his own body by a special enchantment and alchemy products and could not leave, but his consciousness remained clear.

Judging from the fact that some of the magic lines in the room are still functioning, that period of time may have lasted at least a thousand years, just thinking about it makes people feel like falling into a nightmare.

I don't know what will happen if you collect a few horcruxes, cast them into lead blocks and throw them into the sea?

An idea inexplicably appeared in Aini's mind, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

Not to mention whether the main soul floating in the outside world will be affected, this method is too sinister. Speaking of which, Lao Fu doesn't have any deep hatred with himself, so it really doesn't matter.

"Crackling..."

Thousands of miles away, a little mouse with confused eyes suddenly shivered a few times, looking around for no reason.

It seems to be safe, but what happened to the strange omen in my heart just now?

Forget it, let’s be careful, it’s unlucky enough to be possessed by a mouse and eat bugs, if you get eaten again after a while, half a month of hard work will be in vain.

Alas, talking about "again" is really full of sadness.

In the underground palace, Bill took out a colorful crystal ball and threw it forward. As soon as the ball touched the stone bricks, it sank into it, and then a layer of light green light spread out, rendering a large area of ​​the ground under his feet.

After that, various colors spread out from the edge of green, some are independent, and some are intertwined with each other, making people dazzled.

"The green color represents safety. It is the harmless area we determined when we came last time. The red area has a curse that has not yet expired. The silver line is the current magic vein."

Aini looked around, and the silver line completely matched the magic thread in his perception. It seems that this crystal ball was probably made by Dumbledore.

The strength of this old man is not only reflected in a few fields. Except for black magic, it is hard to say who is better than him in other mainstream magic categories.

Of course, except for alchemy, Nicole Flamel is naturally recognized as No.1 in the wizarding world. After all, apart from this legend who has lived for more than 600 years, who else can refine a Sorcerer's Stone?

"A great invention." Aini praised. It seems that the two spent a lot of thought in the first period of exploration.

"I'm just laying hands on it." Bill didn't take credit for it, he was a humble and reliable man.

"The last time I came here, there was a huge amount of negative energy condensed in the underground palace. Dumbledore took a lot of effort to dispel them. I am ashamed to say that before that, I would have a feeling of imminent disaster as long as I stepped here. For a second I can't wait any longer."

Hearing the words, Aini didn't have any intention of underestimating them. Even if it was just a few words handed down from the dark ages, it can be seen how deep the Egyptian wizards' research on the soul was.

I am afraid that even Voldemort can hardly imprison other people's souls.

For the ancient Egyptian wizards 4000 years ago, doing this is not something to brag about.

"So why did Dumbledore call us here?" Aini's eyes kept wandering around. Obviously, before the magic power exhausted, all kinds of magic lines wrapped the underground palace tightly, leaving no dead spots.

But now most of the magic circles and enchantments are worn out by time and become traces of history in the absence of magic power supply.

Just like a giant elephant frozen in a glacier, even if the ice on its body is melted away, it is impossible to continue galloping on the ground.

"It's a bit complicated, let him explain it to you later." Bill took out a pocket watch and looked at it. Dumbledore should be back soon.

"Okay." Aini responded, thinking that Old Deng would not be aimless, and maybe this place that was not mentioned in the original book would bring some surprises to himself.

"Anyway, there's still time, can you ask me to identify some pictographs?" Seeing that Bill was able to read the writing on the wall freely, Aini couldn't help being a little jealous.

"Of course it's okay. Pictographs are actually not very difficult." Bill pointed to a small box beside him, which contained a bird and several abstract symbols.

"These pictographs look messy, but they are very regular. Simply put, those that can be connected with real objects are mostly related to the meaning of the characters. You can see the three vertical lines on the lower right, which are a kind of functional symbols. Indicates that the word is plural..."

Bill is indeed very talented in teaching and educating people. In just a short while, the relief that Aini was dazzled by before gradually became regular.

As the teaching continued, Aini became more and more satisfied with the teacher.

For Bill, the young man who suddenly changed from a colleague to a student behind him also made him extremely satisfied.

The knowledge that has been taught once can be remembered very firmly, and all the main points can be understood as soon as you explain it. It is very fulfilling to teach.

"Ha, it seems that the boys have not wasted their time. Sorry, I am a step late." Following the voice, the seemingly old white wizard strode into the underground palace.

"I'm sorry, I should have checked it first." Bill looked at the beam of light coming through the hole. He was so absorbed just now that not only made the two of them miss lunch, but also didn't make any preliminary preparations.

"No, you did a good job, very good." Dumbledore waved his hand and interrupted Bill's next words, "In my opinion, you have done what you should do most as a wizard."

Bill and Aini looked at each other, and Qi Qi looked at Dumbledore thoughtfully.

"For wizards, I prefer to understand it this way. It doesn't simply refer to those who can cast spells." Dumbledore folded his hands on his stomach, with a smile on his face.

"Collect knowledge, organize knowledge, extract knowledge, and disseminate knowledge. Only those who can do these things can be regarded as a real wizard." The old man waved his hand happily, as if he was teaching the two young people in the ruins Applause.

"And if you can improve and innovate the old knowledge on this basis, then maybe you can add a prefix to the left of your name..."

"great."