The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

Bill, who was closest, felt surrounded by despair.

lonely.

Long periods of loneliness.

A never-ending loneliness.

Just like a candle in the endless darkness, it seems to be going out, but it is still strong in the twinkling.

What a torment for the candle wick.

"Stand back!" Dumbledore shouted, pointing his wand a little further away from the crystal ball in Aini's hand.

Even if there is no bless and loud voice, that full of energy can still shake people's hearts.

But to Bill, Dumbledore's voice seemed to be covered with a layer of water waves, which was vaguely unreal.

There seemed to be countless eyes piercing at him all around, he couldn't find the owner of the eyes, and found that everything around him seemed to be the owner of the eyes.

The stone bricks, wall carvings, colonnades, and domes, including those lying quietly on the ground just now, are now filled with malicious grains of sand.

In a daze, Bill suddenly felt that the only real relief was death.

"Call God Guard!"

Bill vaguely saw a silver phoenix flying fast, but before he could see it clearly, it exploded into light and dust, filling his entire field of vision.

"Aini, maintain the crystal ball. Siphon!" After Aini heard Dumbledore's order, the backhand left by the old man on the crystal ball also activated, and the magic power that just rushed out was poured back at a faster speed In an instant, a crack exploded on the crystal ball.

At this time, Bill suddenly felt that the sky was clear and the earth was clear, and the five senses that seemed to have been covered up returned to normal.

Then, he heard an indescribable howling sound, the misery and despair in it made Bill mistakenly think that someone put a group of ice mice on his tailbone, and the deceiving cold went all the way up, straight to the back of his head.

"Damn it, it's better if you can't hear clearly." Bill complained subconsciously, but he also knew that if he hadn't been able to get out of that weird state in time just now, he might have used his wand against his chin to strike Broken to pieces.

"Armor protection." Having been a curse-breaker for some years, Bill pulled himself together and put an armor spell on himself, and ran towards Aini in a hurry.

"Ani, quickly use the protective spell." Bill shouted loudly, but his little friend seemed to be frightened, holding the crystal ball and holding the crystal ball in place, as if he didn't care about everything around him. aware.

At this time, Aini's mind was completely immersed in the crystal ball, and the magical power surging back was like a torrent breaking a dam, vowing to destroy everything in front of him.

He had to observe the status of the crystal ball through the perspective brought by the magic power perception, and kept using his own magic power to protect it, lest the sphere explode in his hands in the next second.

He has roughly figured out Dumbledore's method, and now the Sorcerer's Stone fragment at the core of the sphere has been stained silver-gray, and has already occupied one-third of the top left side.

These impurities rewinding back with the magic power should be the remaining spiritual will of the director of the underground palace, or it is more appropriate to call it memory and obsession.

Even if the underground palace is destroyed, as long as the remaining memory can be completely captured with the Philosopher's Stone, this trip to Egypt will be considered a success.

They will also take off the old veils that have separated history for more than a thousand years from the faces of many ancient Egyptian beauties.

Of course, the premise is that the crystal ball does not disintegrate before the magic power backflow is completed, and the spirit body cannot have a chance to escape.

It was impossible for him to escape. Aini believed in Dumbledore's strength, even if his perception of the outside world was zero now, but since the old man didn't come to help him stabilize the crystal ball, he must be doing more important things.

The fact is also the same, the Patronus Charm that seems to be exploding in the scream of the soul has filled the entire underground palace, and now it is shrinking with the continuous return of magic power.

The spiritual body hidden in the underground palace tried to escape several times, but was bounced back violently by the silver mist.

"Crack!"

Although Aini's magic power helped to offset part of the pressure, the crystal ball exploded a crack again under the impact of the mixed magic power that was forced back.

And the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth cracks also exploded at a faster speed.

Seeing that the crystal ball was densely packed with cracks and was about to disintegrate completely at any moment, the expression on Aini's face was relaxed.

Magic Recovery, it's over.

When the last wave of purple-red light returned to the sphere, the fog of the patron saint followed, sealing the crystal ball that was about to shatter.

Become!

Aini held the crystal ball in front of his eyes. After being wrapped in silver mist, the visibility of the translucent sphere became lower and lower, but it could still be seen that the magic stone fragments at the core had completely changed color.

It has to be said that the ancient Egyptians were indeed skilled in architecture. Even after 3000 years and being tossed and tossed several times today, the underground palace is still intact.

But after confiscating the remaining spiritual body, his coffin also appeared in place, revealing a dry and decaying smell.

"Boys, maybe it's time to talk in another place." Dumbledore waved to the two of them, and led them to disappear in place.

The ancient underground palace trembled slightly, perhaps reminiscing about the long-lost noise just now.

"vomit!"

Although he was already proficient at apparating, Bill couldn't help but start retching after reaching his destination.

This is because he just followed Dumbledore's apparition, otherwise it would not be a matter of retching.

Thanks to Little Phoenix's friendship and dedication, Aini's sense of space is much sharper and more intuitive than ordinary wizards.

He was very sure that the space travel distance was nearly 400 miles, coupled with the fuzzy sense of the space position, Aini had roughly guessed the location.

"Sellum?" Thinking about it, Aini didn't choose to hide his clumsiness. One is unnecessary, and the other can deepen Dumbledore's sense of expectation for him.

After all, as long as the old man is alive, he is a tall man who will do his part to carry the sky, and Aini only needs to develop steadily step by step.

Giving him more sense of anticipation and letting him add a touch of nostalgia has become Aini's daily habitual task. You have to try it to know whether it is useful or not.

"A keen talent." Dumbledore's eyes lit up after hearing Aini's words. The child was always refreshing his cognition.

Old Deng was not surprised by the obvious state difference between Aini and Bill at this time.

Strong physical fitness plays a big role in fighting space pressure, coupled with excellent space talent, Aini's performance is naturally much better than Bill.

"Actually, what I perceive is not so clear."

Aini scratched his hair, pointed to the candy box in Dumbledore's hand and continued: "But if you want to use the Portkey to travel across the country, it is natural that Salum is the border between the two countries and the land and sea. Most appropriate."

Dumbledore was even more satisfied when he heard the words, and a certain thought in his heart was even more shaken.