Chapter 41 41: The black tea suddenly stopped being sweet
Curse stop?
The old man walking slowly on the cobblestone street did not recite a spell.
Ian naturally cannot make an accurate judgment based on this.
He could only feel an invisible hand stopping the process of magic getting out of control.
The moment the blazing firelight disappeared, it seemed as if the whole world darkened, and the air was filled with a faint smell of smoke that had not completely dissipated.
That may be the only proof that a fire ever existed.
Moonlight penetrates the clouds.
Under night.
It was as if nothing had ever happened.
Even the fence that had been burned down has been restored to its original state.
"Principal Dumbledore..."
Ian recognized the old man walking slowly and couldn't help but lowered his head in embarrassment.
While feeling a little worried and uneasy in his heart, he also had some doubts. Why did Dumbledore come to Hogsmeade in the middle of the night?
"I prefer you little wizards to call me professor, to show that I am not as rigid as I seem." Dumbledore quickly walked up to Ian.
He did not reprimand Ian for his recklessness.
Instead, he teased himself in a joking tone.
"Okay, Professor Dumbledore."
Ian immediately changed his tune.
“Why don’t you invite me in and sit for a while?”
Dumbledore looked at the door of the cabin.
“Sorry, I must have been a little scared.”
Ian quickly opened the door and made an invitation.
He was also a little uneasy.
I don’t know what Dumbledore means by this - thinking perception can sense Snape’s emotions. However, it is not very easy to use in front of the principal of Hogwarts.
"I really didn't expect that I would bump into a bold wizard on the way back to the castle, and he would dare to try to create a new magic in front of his own house."
Dumbledore sighed as he walked away Got in. He looked around at the tidy living room, then looked at the direction of Ian's bedroom, and finally chose to sit in front of the desk by the window.
"That is far from being called a creation, it can only be called a disaster." Ian quickly walked to the tea table and poured Dumbledore a cup of black tea.
"You have at least embarked on this path, which is of great significance." Dumbledore took out a bag of brown sugar from somewhere and started pouring it into the black tea.
Very direct praise.
But Ian couldn't be happy.
"If it hadn't been for your help, Professor, I would have caused a huge disaster." He didn't even wait for Dumbledore to make an attack, and started self-examination first.
"I shouldn't have made such a dangerous attempt and almost burned down the whole village. I was such a stupid guy!" Ian was actually a little scared now that he thought about it.
Dumbledore was slightly taken aback by his annoyed expression of introspection and review.
Soon.
The old man shook his head with a dumb smile.
"We can't be too harsh on little wizards like you." Dumbledore did not look up at Ian, as if he was focused on mixing his own tea.
“I only hope that this thrilling encounter can make you deeply remember that on the road of exploring magic, “caution” is far more important than any other quality.”
In a peaceful wooden house.
Dumbledore's thoughtful words were gentle but full of power.
"Remember your teachings."
Ian nodded seriously.
"Relax a little, maybe... you should put on your clothes and pants first." Dumbledore suddenly smiled, and then Ian realized that he was only wearing a pair of small pants.
"It's okay, just be a yoyo bird."
Ian's face was a little red, but he still pretended to be relaxed.
"????"
Dumbledore's expression was slightly confused.
"Professor, are you here specifically for me?"
Ian took the opportunity to ask. .
He didn't think Dumbledore would usually live in Hogsmeade.
"No."
As expected.
Old Bee shook his head and took a sip of black tea with "lethal" sugar content. "I just came to deliver a notice. I happened to see the fire on your side on the way back."
"Actually, I have been observing you not far away for a while, and I have to say..." A hint of complexity flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, and he continued to speak in a very amazed voice.
"Your understanding of magic is different from that of most wizards." He was obviously referring to the study of magic circuits. Many wizards will not go too in-depth in their lifetime. "Huh?"
Ian made a confused gesture.
Also a little uneasy.
"Don't worry, this is not a bad thing. It is a kind of... talent that only a few people have." Dumbledore had a pair of deep eyes behind his thick frames.
“I heard that you learned Snape’s Shadowless Blade?”
He seemed curious and asked suddenly.
“Huh?”
Ian was stunned.
Soon.
He nodded.
Although Snape warned him not to tell anyone, but since Dumbledore had already asked, he still wanted to hide it, maybe because he didn't want to give the master Legilimency face.
No matter what.
Ian doesn’t dare to gamble.
"It's not what I want to learn. It was Professor Snape who pressed my head and told me that if I couldn't learn it, he would lock me in an extremely evil place."< br>
Ian still adheres to the policy of telling the truth, but not telling the whole truth. He vividly described Snape's persecution and how weak and pitiful he was.
However.
Dumbledore clearly didn't care about his story.
“How long did it take to study?”
Old Bee drank tea seemingly casually.
“An hour?”
Ian lied.
No way.
If you don’t lie.
The fact that I can learn black magic in seconds, God knows what unnecessary misunderstandings it will cause.
“The main thing is that Professor Snape teaches well!”
After he finished speaking, he didn't even forget to make up for himself.
“…”
Dumbledore did not answer.
He used a conjured stick to stir the black tea.
Didn’t take another sip.
"I probably know..."
Dumbledore turned to look at the starry sky outside the window, "You will definitely have great achievements, my child, don't let down your amazing talent. ..."
He hasn't finished speaking yet.
Suddenly.
There were waves of subtle and strange fluctuations in the air.
Immediately afterwards.
A dazzling red light appeared, and the red phoenix flapped its wings and flew out. Its feathers are like a dazzling light in the dim room, and its beauty is breathtaking.
"Mr. Prince, it seems that tonight's tea party will end here." Dumbledore put down his cup and stood up, straightening his somewhat wrinkled white robe.
He seemed to suddenly think of something.
“A little reminder, the circuit formed by magic is not the direct cause of the birth of magic. You may want to change your focus in pursuing magic.”
Dumbledore spoke succinctly.
“Change of focus?”
Ian mused.
This time.
Dumbledore had already raised his arms.
Waiting for the Phoenix to fall.
However.
Neither he nor Ian, who was thinking, expected that after circling the room for several times, the phoenix swooped down from the roof.
Two claws.
It fell directly on Ian's head.
Thanks to [Mao Maoyu] for the reward! Hold your fist!
(End of this chapter)