Chapter 345 Dumbledore!

"Professor, I suppose you must have some plans, don't you?"

"You may see me in the future," Dumbledore blinked. "I used to be a reckless person, always taking one step at a time. Therefore, I have reaped the price. Being a person who can count on everything is me." The goal."

"Then are you a man of all plans?"

"I wish I was."

Dumbledore held up his wand, facing the shelf like watering flowers, but his mind was obviously not there. The clear flowing water gushed out from the tip of the wand, straight to the wall in a daze, and they followed the scratches on the wall over the years. It dripped down and quickly covered the dusty floor. Gradually, the muddy water submerged the soles of Tom and Nelson's leather shoes. They didn't speak, but just stared at Dumbledore's motionless back.

Obviously, he was not as calm as he appeared on the surface.

"Is it a lover...Does destiny also consider it a lover..."

Dumbledore muttered to himself, but the clear pronunciation was swallowed with his lower lip clenched.

"professor?"

Nelson asked softly, but Dumbledore didn't hear his voice, just stood silently, like a statue, until Nelson called out for the second time, and he turned his head with a relaxed smile on his face.

"Tom, maybe you should put up some easy-to-clean wallpaper on this front."

"Yeah, Professor," Tom nodded, "so that's why you washed the wall down?"

Nelson stomped on him under the cover of the shelf.

"Haha," Dumbledore patted his forehead, "Sorry, that's how I clean in our house, don't worry, I'll fix it for you."

With a big wave of his hand, a beam of crystal light spewed out from the tip of the stick, scattered and flew to all parts of the store, and clung to the wall. With the golden light shining, the decoration in Tom's store was completely remodeled—the new wallpaper was decorated with roses. The red-based pattern plate with strong Welsh style has a touch of jumping in the middle, which looks very "pure blood".

Nelson looked at the wallpaper, his eyes full of thought, where did he seem to have seen this pattern?

He thought behind Dumbledore's back for a moment, and finally thought of the place where he met this pattern last time - in the painting on the wall of Dumbledore's office, the house where the tables and chairs were overturned and dusty, he lived in Godry Ke Valley was once home.

He wasn't homeless, but there was no one waiting for him in that home.

"Does it look good? Tom," Dumbledore said with a smug smile, "This is a pattern I designed when I was young. The pattern is inspired by the scales of the red dragon."

Tom didn't pay attention to the details of those hanging paintings. He nodded half in agreement and half helplessly, and said, "It's beautiful to look at, but Professor, it will make the store even darker."

"I remember this used to be a pet shop." Dumbledore blinked at the new wallpaper, and he blinked too much today, "I bought your and Gnar's entrance gifts here , This is the usual trick of the owner of this kind of magic store-dimmed lights, small windows and deliberately reduced lighting, so that shoppers cannot detect the flaws of the goods. Don't worry, if the lighting is enough, this place looks like sitting It's the same on the back of a dragon!"

After all, holding up the wand, a ray of crimson flames emerged from the tip of the wand, at first it was like a flower bud, and then, like a heart that was pregnant with life, it beat "bang bang", and a clearer and louder phoenix cry came out of the fire. It was heard that, accompanied by the sound of tearing the flames, a beautiful phoenix spread its wings and rose from the flames.

"Fox?" Nelson gestured an apple-sized circle with both hands, looked at the proud figure above his head, and sighed, "The last time I saw it, it was just this big, wrinkled, and hairless .”

When Fawkes flew out of the flames, the ceiling above his head already made him very unhappy, and Nelson said this again, a little unhappy, it flew from Dumbledore to Nelson's side at lightning speed. He kept pecking at his arm, and didn't let go until he said "it looks so good now".

"It was like this when the phoenix was born, but Fawkes wants to save face, so he wouldn't show it to you when he was young," Dumbledore stared at Nelson and smiled, "It just finished moulting today, you see, it can't wait to see it." Are you here to show off?"

Fox raised his head proudly, all the long lights hidden in the store were lit up in an instant, the originally dark and cramped store suddenly became spacious and bright, and the special reflection of the wallpaper gave everything in the store a grid-shaped golden red Patterns, including the three people standing here, Nelson stared at the flickering candle shadow, as if he saw a red dragon soaring over Wales in a trance, two figures stood at the door of a not dilapidated but old house Tall, high-spirited young people are holding the same crystal bottle tightly with their right hands, and dripping blood into it along their cut fingers with smiles on their faces. Their eyes are full of the same ambition and imagination, and they also bury their differences. ambition and desire.

Behind them, a young man who was 70% similar to Dumbledore was hugging his sister, leading her to secretly bask in the long-lost sun.

If we want to find a beginning for all the tragedies of magic that we are familiar with, then all the clues may be attributed to Godric's Hollow, this small place.

"Snapped!"

Half a second later, a lamp exploded from within, as if the flames were too hot.

"Tom, I'm afraid this light hasn't been turned on for a long time." Dumbledore's figure swayed, as if stimulated by the strong light.

Nelson blinked. Could it be that in the magical world, the speed of sound is faster than the speed of light?

But Dumbledore didn't leave them a chance to think. He turned around and looked at Monton who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, but pulled himself towards the door with two fingers and said, "Find out where they came from, Monton." Don, don't make any more mistakes."

"Ah... Albus, actually—"

Dumbledore ignored Monton's wrangling and turned to look at Nelson and Tom.

"What's the matter? Professor."

"Minerva has a little trouble." Dumbledore said, staring at Nelson, "When you do something, you must not leave any trouble behind."

"Minerva?" Nelson's eyes tightened, and just as Dumbledore was about to call for Fawkes, he reached out and held Tom and Dumbledore's arms.

"Take me to Minerva."

Dumbledore ordered to Fawkes, but Fawkes didn't even have time to flap his wings, and the three disappeared in front of it.

...

"Phew!" Dumbledore broke free from the oppression of Apparition, and what he saw was a large area of ​​purple, he blinked at Nelson, "I didn't expect you to be so proficient in showing your followers, Fox is in vain .”

"Professor, I study very hard." The entourage needs to be approved by the entourage to be so easy. Tom knew what Nelson was going to do when he was grabbed by the arm. Could it be that Dumbledore also had such a tacit understanding? But Nelson didn't poke him, just blinked like him, "It's not in vain, Tom's shop is very bright now, isn't it?"

"Is this Minerva's home?" Tom rubbed his eyes. "I hate the color."

"Minerva will be sad to hear that." Dumbledore rubbed Tom's shoulders, looked at the ashes-filled open space under his feet, and gazed at the dark side of the hill where they were, which would be illuminated by fire from time to time. "But if we hurry, she will forgive you."

As soon as the words fell, the figures of the three disappeared, and the footprints under their feet were quickly filled with floating ashes.

The three of them actually appeared on the halfway up the opposite hill at the same time, but the scene in front of them had changed drastically at this moment.

A hemispherical transparent barrier covered a group of comatose Muggles inside. It was the group rescued by Nelson. Three scarred wizards were retreating behind the barrier and fighting back with their wands. McGonagall stood alone. Outside the barrier, dozens of soldiers made of mud are controlled to resist the spell of the outside world.

In front of her, a dozen wizards covering their faces were pouring various spells on her and the barrier.

"Give up your resistance! We won't do anything to you, as long as you hand over the Muggles behind you and cast an Oblivion Curse on yourself, we'll let you go!"

"You can't hold it anymore!"

The group of masked wizards attacked fiercely, and they didn't look weak, but their tone was unexpectedly polite, they were simply diplomats among the dark wizards.

But McGonagall could only stand on the spot to defend and be beaten. There were too many people behind her who needed to be protected, which made her more passive in this small-to-many battle.

"call--"

Nelson gritted his teeth and let out a foul breath. This place is not far from the landing point of the three of them, which is also the village where the battle with McGonagall's mother took place. Looking at the distance, he almost left by himself. Mag was attacked here. Look at her If Dumbledore came a little later, McGonagall might be in trouble.

"Gnar," Dumbledore said softly, "In terms of magic, I can't teach you much, but there are still some life experiences. For example, when facing your enemies, never place your hopes on them. The bottom line, let alone this kind of dark wizard, is the same with those highly respected guys."

At this time, Mag also noticed the three new people who appeared. She was nervous at first, and was almost hit by a stun spell, but after seeing who was coming, she quickly showed a relaxed expression.

The one who moved the fastest was Tom. Although he didn't quite know what happened, he directly bullied him, and two disarming spells flew towards his head, quickly forcing the two masked men out of the battle group.

Nelson clearly saw that his gesture of swinging his staff was not a disarming spell at first, but he realized that Dumbledore was behind him, so he withdrew his hand stiffly and shot two red lights, otherwise, his gang would not help him. If they face each other, at least two of those masked people will have to quit the magic world forever.

Dumbledore nodded at Nelson, and walked towards McGonagall.

Nelson observed the battlefield, and there were only three wizards who were "still hopeful" who were ordered by him to escort the Muggles. The three were probably handed over to them by Mag from the enemy.

It's been half a day since I left here. Nelson didn't doubt McGonagall's ability. It's just that she not only needs to mediate with many dark wizards, but also needs to protect the Muggles behind her. I'm afraid that the oil is exhausted at this time, and Nelson is in deep trouble. He blamed himself, but he was not swayed by his emotions. Instead, he turned his self-blame into a fighting spirit, and appeared behind the most central black wizard, silently pressing his wand against his back.

"There are many obstacles!"

Nelson did not use a silent spell, he announced the addition of the three newcomers forcefully, and the power of the spell, regardless of precision and skill, reached the extreme, just like the spell used in the shop because of fear of dirty, the strength strong.

"bump!"

A sound of breaking through the air resounded on the battlefield, and the wizard's body flew high, hitting the clay figurine beside Mag directly. Under the powerful impact, half of his head plunged into the clay figurine's chest, and then Like a ripe fruit, it slowly slid to the ground.

"It's safe."

Mag let out a long sigh of relief, her legs went limp, and she was about to fall backwards with her eyes closed. The clay figurine who had just been hit hard by the black wizard showed amazing flexibility, gently holding her shoulders with her hands, Resisting her and walking into the barrier.

Nelson and Tom, who had just dealt with the two people next to him, looked at each other, and turned their heads to see that Dumbledore was holding up his wand. Under his spell, the already crumbling barrier became impenetrable and impenetrable like steel.

"Dumbledore!"

At this moment, only eight of the dark wizards were still standing. Someone in the crowd recognized Dumbledore, and with an exclamation, everyone looked at him.

"Dumbledore." The one in the middle of them had fallen into a deep coma, and a hunched old wizard who was originally on his left had no choice but to stand up and whisper, "We don't mean to offend you." , but what Professor McGonagall has done could get us into a lot of trouble."

"You..." Dumbledore lowered his hand, the barrier has been repaired.

"We've tried our best to avoid hurting her. We only need the Muggles in the back. If we get someone, we'll turn around and leave."

"You even know that she is Professor McGonagall from Hogwarts."

Nelson and Tom have never seen Dumbledore like this. When he was abused by himself, he only had remorse; when he hugged Grindelwald and jumped off the Eiffel Tower in Paris, he had only determination in his eyes-the emotion of anger seemed to never exist He has descended on him, except when the teachers and students of Hogwarts are hurt.

Is this the strength of Dumbledore, known as the most powerful wizard?

Nelson and Tom didn't want to blink, they stared at the next scene.

The leading black wizards still maintained their posture of negotiating, but the broom heather under their feet became restless.

One second, it was a gentle little flower, and the next second, the giant tree-like thorns formed a cage, without warning or even in the process of growing, tightly binding the remaining eight people together.

The battle seemed to be settled in just a second, there was no profound spell, and there was no exaggerated effect, there was only a one-second start and end, before Nelson even had time to release his mayfly, he felt that he could do it Everything, it's just not so fast, but for wizards' battles, the opportunity is fleeting. After all, it only takes a moment for a life-threatening green light to hit you.

Tom looked at Dumbledore, then at himself, with an eager expression on his face.

The eight people controlled by Dumbledore didn't even have a chance to chant the spell, and the disguise on their faces was not removed, only Dumbledore sighed.

"Should I be grateful? At least you are not twenty-eight."