Chapter 31 Only Four Great Wizards

Dumbledore did not force Harry to join the test, but the premise was that Harry had to know all the information by "coincidence" and make his own decision.

But everything?

Boy, you caught my attention.

Dumbledore blinked, said goodbye to Hagrid, and disappeared in a whirlwind of fire.

Basil didn't know what happened in the cabin.

After dinner as usual, they climbed the stairs back to the lounge.

However, there was a mistake in the stairs from the third floor to the fourth floor, causing them to be sent to the restricted corridor on the fourth floor by the stairs.

Because the decorative floors are the same.

They didn't pay attention and walked straight to the end.

It was not until then that they realized that they had gone to the wrong place and there was a half-open door in front of them.

Basil didn't have time to stop it.

Ron opened it.

It was a three-headed big dog!

It was so big that it filled all the space from the ceiling to the floor.

Three pairs of vicious eyes rolling around, three noses twitching and trembling in their direction, and three mouths drooling, saliva hanging from yellowed dog teeth like sticky ropes.

"Run!" X4

Boom! The engine ignition sounded, which only Bagel could hear.

Dragon fire ignited in the heart, blood turned into magma, and dragon scales emerged under the skin.

From the perspective under the golden vertical pupil, everything slowed down.

Bang! The left hand closed the door in a flash.

He stomped his feet on the ground, retreated, and spread his hands to protect the three people behind him.

Along with the black and red turbidity, strange and evil magic wands poured out.

"[Armor Protection]!"

[Magic Book] and [Dragon Knight] were activated at the same time.

The huge, invisible, but fire-shining solid wall protected the four people.

Boom!

The door flew out.

One of the three-headed dog's heads stuck out of the door frame.

The mouth was very big.

Crystal saliva splashed everywhere.

The hard, yellow dog teeth bit the door to pieces with a grunt.

It cut through the solid wall, making a sound of metal clashing.

Under the impact of the armor spell, the three-headed dog felt his head buzzing.

The other two heads struggled to squeeze out of the door.

But they were blocked by the dizzy head in the middle.

They took this opportunity to run, running at full speed.

The fishy smell and the blood-red big mouth were deeply engraved in their minds at this moment.

It inspired them to swing their legs back and forth quickly.

The picture gradually moved away, surrounded by silver-white mist.

The blank space in the middle reflected everything.

A twisted nose, blue eyes, and half-moon lenses appeared on the side.

It was Albus Dumbledore.

He leaned on a high-back chair decorated with brass and padded with purple velvet.

His long legs were stretched straight, watching the thrilling moments of the little wizards with a very relaxed attitude.

A voice came from the 6-inch silver mirror on his desk, facing away from him.

"Too bold, Albus. If you were the headmaster of our school, I would definitely impeach you."

Dumbledore slid his finger.

The picture in the silver mist began to move.

It came to the house with the three-headed dog and the trapdoor.

The other two heads of the three-headed dog kept barking, but there was no sound.

Its body was pulled towards the trapdoor by invisible chains.

It struggled in vain, leaving scratches on the stone floor.

The voice sounded again, "You cast a spell. That's right, there is the boy you love."

Dumbledore shook his head, "Harry is not special. I will not sacrifice any life to protect him, except my own. This test is not for him."

He slid his finger.

The picture reversed.

It came to the boy who was blond and blue-eyed before.

The golden vertical pupils were looming.

The scales flashed on the white skin.

And that strange wand.

The handle looks like a roaring dragon head, the black wood body shines with metallic color, and the fiery red wand body is covered with black dragon spines full of spikes.

"Hiss! Don't you think he looks like a human? Except for the eyes." The owner of the voice didn't care about the strangeness of the wand, and he seemed to be accustomed to the abnormality of Bagel.

"Gellert?" Dumbledore's blue eyes were blurred for a moment, and then suddenly sobered up, "No, this boy is more handsome. They just have similar hairstyles. The similarity is only when he was young."

"What a pity, I thought you were going to come back to life. After all, I have handed that thing over to you. I thought I could see you have a family before I died." The voice teased.

"Dying? You have enough potions left for you to use for a century. If you regret it, you can always-"

"Okay, let's talk about the boy! Your new target."

Dumbledore stopped while he was ahead, "Don't you think the boy is special?"

"Special?" There was a chuckle from the mirror, "It's just a simple magic transformation. In my long years, I have seen too many geniuses. There are countless more special than this boy. This wand is just a transformation through advanced alchemy."

"What about me? Why are you so special to me? Are you tired of Perenel?"

The voice in the mirror became panicked, "Don't! Don't say that, don't let Perenel hear it! You should understand it yourself. There are many excellent and talented wizards. But people like you are the real 'great wizards', Only two in my career."

Dumbledore shook his head, "No, four."

The voice trembled for the first time, "Who? Besides you and Grindelwald? That ridiculous Voldemort? Him too? How is that possible?"

"The inheritance of magic is engraved with everything of our ancestors. Descendants of Slytherin are too close to each other, and the madness of their ancestors increases with the passing of blood from generation to generation. This is also called forbidden blood. Pay more attention to your spouse. Pure bloods with noble blood and ancient families will not marry the owners of the forbidden blood, because the excellent talents brought by the forbidden blood also make them crazy and hysterical, let alone learning magic, it is difficult to support themselves. There are exceptions, such as Isolt Thayer, founder of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Why are you reciting history to me? I am a witness to this."

"Tom and the great witch have something in common. They are both half-bloods."

"I know this. I have seen that Voldemort with my own eyes. His Slytherin part is too strong, almost like a half-blood. Although he seems polite, the madness lingering in his heart makes me a little surprised. He cannot be circumvented. Overcome them and become a great wizard."

"You may not know. His father got his mother pregnant with a love drug. He was born under such circumstances and was born with a lack of certain emotions. Some negative emotions cannot affect him. And he became a big Wizards may not need spiritual sublimation."

"No need? You and I both know that magic is an illusion. But the essence of our magic, apart from the bullshit magnetic field, is belief. And the great wizard is an existence that truly possesses magic from virtual reality. Apart from spiritual breakthroughs, there is no way to There is no other shortcut!”

"What about magical transformation? The most dangerous and impossible one? Pry open your own head, remove your own blood vessels, temper your bones, and dismember your empty soul."

"How did he survive? Not to mention the danger. This kind of magical transformation can make the soul collapse with just pain."

"At least more than 3 Horcruxes, remain immortal. Kill, countless killings to vent the pain. Do you think it's like losing your nose?"

The voice heard the words, said "madman" and fell silent.

I have mixed feelings in my heart.

He once thought it was just a trick.

He died in public view time and time again, and then resurrected in unexpected ways.

This miracle, similar to the resurrection of Jesus, may have been shown to Voldemort many times.

Is this also the reason why those Death Eaters are so surrendered to him and firmly believe that he can rule the world?

After a long time, the voice sounded again, "Is there another one?"

Dumbledore pursed his lips and looked at Bargeer with a more eager light in his eyes than when he looked at Harry.