Hogwarts: Magical Elegy

Finally, Xifa asked Nico Flamel for advice on this magic.

After all, I currently have a lot of magic power lurking in my body. If I can convert magic power into physical fitness through this magic, it will also be an effective way to increase my combat effectiveness.

Maybe Nico Flamel controlled the speed of descent just to teach Xifa a magic or two.

Why else would this descent take so long?

Finally, came the feeling of being slightly overweight.

The two Xifa arrived at their destination.

"Go in by yourself, I'll wait for you here!"

After Nico Flamel finished speaking, he took out a cigar from Xifa's slightly widened pupils, easily handled it with magic, lit it and stuffed it into his mouth.

Seeing those skillful movements is not the first time.

"What? Do you still need me to accompany you in?" Nico Flamel vomited his eyes, pretending to be surprised and said to the somewhat dull Xifa.

"No - it's nothing - I can do it myself."

Spain refused Nicol Flamel's company incoherently, took a deep breath, calmed down, opened the door forcefully, and walked into the dark tunnel in front of him.

After walking for dozens of steps, my eyes suddenly opened up.

There was a dark shadow in the middle. After Xifa glanced at it, he looked around.

It was a dark stone room, with a few small boxes and some empty bottles simply placed on the floor.

The only light was the flickering fire in the fireplace.

The fire in the fireplace exploded and released a large amount of light.

Make the outline of the black shadow slightly clearer.

Wait, why does it look familiar?

Xifa took a closer look and saw that the black shadow was made up of a black robe held up by several wooden sticks. If it were a living person, it would probably be a skinny and skinny person.

As if he sensed someone coming, there was a sudden movement under the black robe.

Although Nico Flamel would not harm himself, Xifa still subconsciously made a defensive posture.

Then...

A red bird's head stuck out from under the black robe.

Its bright eyes looked into Xifa's slightly aroused dragon pupils.

"Ah! It's Fox!"

Under the dragon eyes, the dark room also became bright.

From the lines and the familiar aura in his eyes, Xifa recognized the phoenix beside Professor Dumbledore.

Wait, if this is Fox, then this figure is - Professor Dumbledore?!!!

Did Fox just lay on the professor's heart to keep him alive?

After seeing this scene, Xifa seemed to understand something.

then--

"Professor Dumbledore?! What's wrong with you? Did someone cast dark magic on you? Is there a solution?"

Xifa hurriedly walked to the professor and spat out a series of anxious sentences.

If we say that the previous professor just looked haggard from running around for a long time.

The current professor looks like a dying person in the late stages of a serious illness.

It seemed that it was because he heard Xifa's exclamation.

The haggard humanoid sitting cross-legged on the ground slowly opened its eyes.

"Ah! It's Xifa! Sit down..."

Although Professor Dumbledore's voice is hoarse and unintelligible, the words are coherent and the meaning is clear.

Xifa felt relieved for the time being, came to the opposite side of Professor Dumbledore, and slowly sat cross-legged on the floor.

"Where should I start?" Dumbledore fell into thought and began to fall silent. If it weren't for his chest rising and falling slightly, and the dull blue eyes under the withered makeup occasionally flashing through his eyes.

Sifa doubted whether the professor would embrace Jesus on the spot.

It wasn't until the wood in the nearby fireplace crackled several times that Professor Dumbledore raised his head slightly, took a deep breath, and made an undetectable sound.

"Newt sent me a letter and needs you to help him."

After reluctantly finishing this sentence, Dumbledore lowered his head and raised his trembling hands, trying to take something out of his arms.

Xifa did not dare to say anything to disturb the professor until the professor handed a piece of randomly folded parchment to him and looked at him.

Then he said: "Professor, should you tell me why you are like this?"

"Didn't I just say that? Oh! Damn it, my thoughts are getting more and more confusing now...I may not be able to stay awake for a while..." Through Professor Dumbledore's wrinkled face, Xifa

It was easy to read the professor's troubles.

Professor, I suspect that you are not awake now... Xifa couldn't hold it back and let out an angry and funny chuckle in his heart. Then he stood up and took out the powerful recovery potion that Luna gave him from his pocket.

Just when Xifa was about to open the cork and pour the potion into Professor Dumbledore's mouth.

The crystal clear body of the potion bottle reflected the bright light of the flame, piercing the professor's numb eyes.

"Wait! Xifa!"

After saying this hastily, Dumbledore gasped slightly.

Out of trust in the professor, Xifa stopped what he was doing and stood there waiting silently.

"I cannot receive help from any unknown external force now!" the professor explained softly.

Hearing this, Xifa carefully looked at the entire floor.

The patterns on the floor turned out to be magic patterns, which seemed to form an extremely complex magic circle.

Although Xifa did not recognize this magic circle, he contacted Nico Flamel's words and added the information just revealed by Dumbledore.

It is not difficult to deduce that this magic circle has the function of converting Nico Flamel's magic power into the same frequency or source as Professor Dumbledore's magic power or similar function.

But this has nothing to do with Western France.

After the stimulation just now, Dumbledore's thoughts felt like they were coming back to the light.

He didn't hesitate this time and pointed directly to a small box next to the fireplace.

The silver box stands out among all the black boxes.

Xifa walked straight towards it, bent down and reached out to take the small silver box in his hand.

"Go out. If you have any questions in the next period of time, you can ask Nico for help..."

Seeing that Xifa got the correct box, Dumbledore finally let out a sigh of relief.

After hastily giving the last words to Xifa, he gently closed his eyes.

"Teach—" Xifa was about to scream in panic, but found that Dumbledore's chest was still rising slightly.

He quickly suppressed the rest of his words so as not to disturb Professor Dumbledore's 'sleep'.

Look around and make sure there's nothing you need to do.

Xifa said no more, turned around and walked towards the only exit on the bright side of the room.

"So fast? In such a short time, what could Albus tell you? Or did you agree to help Newt without hesitation?"

Nico Flamel, who had only half smoked a cigar, couldn't help but complain when he saw Xifa walking into the 'magic elevator'.

"Uh - no, everything the professor wants to tell me is here, right?"

Xifa was about to nod, but thought of Dumbledore's unreasonable behavior, so he changed his mind and took out the small box with a guilty conscience.

Open it in front of Nico Flamel.

"Oh - I understand! Let's go, I have a room with a pensieve."

The small box that Dumbledore asked West to take away contained a small bottle of silver-white memory thread!