Sean stayed in the disappearing cabinet for a while, and then he knocked on the door: "I'm coming out."

He pushed open the cabinet door, and outside was an underground classroom with torches burning.

"Huh... I'm back." Sean lay half-ly on the mat, and then let out a long breath.

I have to say, it is really exciting to encounter this kind of thing in the middle of the night...

Although Sean was curious about the content of the conversation between the two old men, he also understood that this was not a level he could contact, whether they were reminiscing about old relationships or talking about the future.

Sean lay on the mat in a daze for a while, then looked at what he had gotten.

In addition to three golden rays of light, Sean also drew five purple items, which are:

Nymphadora Tonks' Mask (Purple): Grants the ability to transform into a Disguisemagus for one hour after use.

Unicorn's Favor (Purple): Summons a small unicorn to linger around you and continuously heal you and your teammates for half an hour.

Pride of the Half-Blood Prince (Purple): After using it, the next time you prepare a potion, it will be successful (the quality of the potion is directly proportional to the user's level and inversely proportional to the difficulty of brewing the potion)

Hand of Glory (Purple): Magic item. In the dark, if a candle is inserted, only the person holding it can see the light. (Under the influence of Hand of Glory, the effect of Mundungus cards increases)

Desire in the Mirror (Purple): After use, summons a copy of the Mirror of Erised, which lasts for half an hour.

As Sean expected, the functions of purple items have never been as intuitive as those of gold items, especially the last one. I don't know what the use of summoning a copy of the Mirror of Erised is.

However, something is better than nothing, even though all five items except the Hand of Glory are disposable consumables.

After looking at the purple items, Sean clicked on the details of the spell.

Of course, it goes without saying much about Occlumency, but Grindelwald's improved version of the Fire Curse aroused Sean's strong curiosity.

After checking it carefully, Sean showed a surprised look.

This Fire Spell is simply a combination of defense and attack. After using the spell, you can summon a circle of blue flames to surround yourself. After the spell ends, the Fire will turn into a fire dragon to attack the enemy.

Unfortunately, the level of the Fire Spell is too low now, and Sean estimates that he can only summon a small fire circle at most.

But that's enough. Sean is very satisfied with the powerful effect of the Fire Curse. Grindelwald is indeed the most amazing and talented dark wizard in history.

Of course, he may not be a dark wizard now.

Finally, Sean took out the glass bottle Grindelwald gave him, with the silver floc still floating up and down in it.

The name did appear in the inventory.

Grindelwald's Curse Demonstration.

But it's just a name. It sounds like something very impressive, but it's a pity that Sean doesn't know how to use it yet.

After sorting out tonight's harvest, Sean stretched out with satisfaction. He glanced at the motionless disappearing cabinet and began to think about it secretly.

According to the known information, Grindelwald said that he and Dumbledore had not seen each other for six years, and judging from Dumbledore's attitude, it seemed that he was deliberately avoiding Grindelwald?

How did the academic exchange plan between the two schools come to be decided... Maybe they just don't meet each other, and occasionally make phone calls using something like the sorting hat.

After thinking for a while, Sean couldn't help but smacked his lips. The grudges and hatreds between the two most powerful old men in modern times are really curious.

After waiting in the Room of Requirement for a while, just as Sean was preparing to practice spells to pass the time, the door of the Vanishing Cabinet was opened.

Professor Dumbledore came out with a normal expression.

"Professor." Sean bowed in greeting, and then quietly glanced at Dumbledore.

It looked like nothing had changed. What did the two of them say? It was so fast... Sean thought he would have to wait for an hour or two.

Dumbledore glanced at Sean with his deep lake-blue eyes, and then said with a smile: "Sean, should I say you have good luck or bad luck?"

Sean showed a smile: "Professor Dumbledore, I think it is more appropriate to describe it as a wonderful journey."

Dumbledore blinked at him: "It seems that you have mastered the essence of what the old men said."

"You're flattered, Professor."

Dumbledore walked to the mat with his hands behind his back, and then sat down without any image: "Well, this place is really nostalgic. Oh, Sean, come here." He patted the mat next to him.

Sean walked over and imitated his example and sat down, but he still habitually maintained a good sitting posture in front of others.

"Sean, can you tell me what kind of family you come from?" Dumbledore caught a glimpse of where he was sitting and asked casually, as if he were chatting with his descendants.

Sean carefully considered his words and recounted the educational philosophy of the Wallop family, and also mentioned his father's dream of restoring the glory of the nobility.

These things can be checked anytime and anywhere, and there is no need for him to deceive the other party.

Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully: "You have a very happy family, Sean."

"Yes, Professor." Sean responded seriously.

Dumbledore leaned back and put his hands on the ground. He pursed his lips slightly and said in a gentle tone: "That's great, that's great."

"Professor..." Sean hesitated.

"I know what you want to ask. Yes, Grindelwald and I are old acquaintances, but for the rest," he winked at Sean, "I haven't told you yet."

"I understand, Professor." Sean nodded honestly.

Dumbledore showed a smile and then said: "Then can you accept an old man's request?"

"I won't tell anyone what happened tonight."

"It seems that Minerva's assessment is correct. You are a smart boy." Dumbledore smiled and pushed up his glasses.

Sean smiled: "If you can, please thank Professor McGonagall for me next time."

Dumbledore smiled kindly: "No problem, kid."

After that, he stood up and said, "Okay, it's time for you to go back to bed, Sean."

The two walked out of the Room of Requirement. When Sean was about to speak, Dumbledore patted him on the shoulder: "Those things are some of Grindelwald's little tips, but they are still hard to digest for you now.

, come to me after you grow up a little."

"I understand, Professor Dumbledore." Sean nodded understandingly.

"Okay, it's time to say goodbye and remember to have a good sleep." Dumbledore winked at him.

"You too, Professor."

When Dumbledore came to the corner, he seemed to remember something.

"Sean, I almost forgot, students are not allowed to hang out in the middle of the night. You will have a lockdown on Saturday."

"...Professor..." Sean's smile froze on his face.

Dumbledore showed a mischievous smile like a child: "This is the rule, Sean, have a sweet dream."

When Sean lay back on the bed, he was still a little aggrieved.

Even if there is no hush money, there is still confinement...

Sean decided that if he could defeat these two old men in the future, he would write a book, and he had already thought of the name.

Volume 1: Hogwarts, an erotic history.

The next volume: Nurmengard, the years of passion.

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