Chapter 184 183: Principal Scheming, the Real Demon King
The sea of fire is surging.
The smell of burning and burning was filled with the air.
The entire duel arena seemed to have been swallowed by fierce fire. However, even so, the young Albus Dumbledore was still approaching Ian without any damage.
No matter how Ian controls the flames to dance, those flames are as if they have encountered some kind of interference and are deflected elsewhere.
"Are you a silent man who has successfully escaped his fate?" As if he was afraid that Ian would not be able to hear clearly in the violent movements, the young Albus Dumbledore asked again.
The voice was as hot as ever.
"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. My magic is born like this, and I have never become a silent person." Ian was a little surprised by what the young Albus Dumbledore said.
certainly.
It was the first sentence that seemed to have seen through his origin. Although the information is slightly wrong, the obviously young Albus Dumbledore already knew that he did not belong to this time.
"How is that..."
Ian's response was heard.
The young Albus Dumbledore's eyes immediately dimmed a little. However, he still kept his pace and got closer to Ian, not far away.
Let the sea of fire be fierce.
He still walks freely.
"What traces did you see in my magic?" Ian thought of what Mr. Morgan had said before. At this time, he did not dare to continue to use the term "you" to the young Albus Dumbledore. . After all, today's encounter may still remain in the old version of Albus Dumbledore's mind in the future.
Of course, if Ian has learned about time, it is possible that the old principal will always remember it. If you think about it this way, it will be a little scary to think about it carefully.
"Yes, Traces, it seems that your understanding of magic is deep enough. It is hard to imagine that I would meet a young man like you at my age."
"Perhaps, this can also inspire me." Amid the burning flames, the young Albus Dumbledore's figure seemed particularly eye-catching.
He is still approaching Ian.
This is obviously not without a reason.
Ian, who felt a certain crisis, immediately waved his wand again.
"Resist the fire ring!"
As a wizard, of course, you need to have some means to prevent others from getting close to you. I saw that with Ian's magic surge, a circle of flames suddenly rose up with Ian as the center.
It was like a ring surrounding Ian. It began to expand rapidly with Ian's will control it, and it surged in all directions with Ian as the center, as if it was about to overturn everything around.
"You have quite a lot of your own magic, but... it doesn't make much sense." Faced with the fiercely coming flame ring, the young Albus Dumbledore still used mysterious magic to maintain interference with the flames.
but.
This time, just as the flame was bounced away, he suddenly waved his wand again, and in an instant, he took over this not-so-magnificent flame.
Between the wand of this handsome young man, the flames completed the transformation in the blink of an eye, and changed from a flat flame to a long whip like a chain.
"Huhuhuhu~"
Dumbledore controlled the flame chain as if commanding an invisible army.
With a light wave of his wand, the chains drew a graceful arc in the air. With the roar and the hot air waves, they flew towards Ian opposite.
"This method seems familiar." Seeing this, Ian's eyes flashed with surprise, but he did not retreat, but quickly raised his wand to prepare for the attack.
However, the speed of the flame chain was beyond imagination. It instantly wrapped around Ian's body, trapping him firmly. The flames were vigorous, as if they were going to swallow everything, but surprisingly, it did not hurt Ian's skin, but just burned his clothes and made a "hissing" sound.
Ian's clothes quickly began to burn.
Continuously falling off.
The little wizard's wand fell directly to the ground.
"Hiss, my clothes are almost gone. It seems you have a pedophile?" He could only scream in a burst of voice. It's true that the effect of his throat was really more effective than magic. It will be immediate.
"Sprout maize!"
Perhaps the three words actually cannot make the ex-husband willingly leave the house like on the little sweet potato, but it can definitely make the flame chain controlled by the young Albus Dumbledore come to an abrupt end.
Although the chains and flames did not disappear, they immediately stopped burning the little wizard's robe, and even the young Albus Dumbledore raised his hand to repair the burned place of Ian.
"..."
The expression on his face was too speechless.
"I won."
The young version of Albus Dumbledore, who sighed, whispered.
"Really? I don't believe it."
The little wizard who was "bound" into rice dumplings seemed to be still stubborn. He squeezed his tightly tied hands hard, and the fallen elder wand flew into his hands from the ground.
The surging magic began to surge.
only.
This time, the young Albus Dumbledore chose to turn a blind eye.
"Let me get here, I win." He directly inserted his wand into the earth. The next moment, the ground began to shake violently, as if touched by an invisible force.
"Ah?"
The bound little wizard finally showed a hint of panic on his face. As the demonic literature rose up on the ground, he began to melt into a pool of soft mud with the naked eye.
Regarding this.
The young Albus Dumbledore was not surprised. He was like Ian who had known for a long time and had a fight with him. He was still not as calm as Ian's original body.
It's obvious.
There is a reason why the young Albus Dumbledore has been pretending not to see through.
I saw that along the path Dumbledore had walked before, mysterious runes began to emerge from the ground. These runes shine with a deep luster, like the brightest stars in the night sky, and like magic symbols recorded in ancient documents. They are arranged in an orderly manner, forming a complex and mysterious pattern.
Exudes powerful magical fluctuations.
The young Albus Dumbledore turned and looked at an inconspicuous corner.
There.
The gravel on the ground was surging.
"Just like what I just said about you, you little devil is really sinister and cunning." He watched a figure with a messy hairstyle crawl out of the gravel.
"I'm hiding all eighteen meters underground, can you find me!?" Ian was extremely depressed. He shook the gravel on his body hard, and did not take off his wand from his waist.
"Your transformation technique can give magic to dead objects, which is really a talent that makes people unable to help but feel jealous." The young Albus Dumbledore also put away his wand at this time.
His tone was sincere, and it was indeed a bit envious.
"It's useless. You have found me."
Ian sighed helplessly.
"Compared with eyes, I believe in my intuition more. I have to say that you are really good and amazed me. It's a pity that your control of magic is far less meticulous than mine."
"Of course, it's not your fault. You have obviously not been exposed to magic for a long time, and I can imagine that it will be almost impossible to find an opponent by crushing magic alone." The young Albus. Dumbledore spoke with emotion at first, then looked at the pool of substitutes that had turned into mud.
"The only thing I can't understand is that you already have the magic of looking down on the world. Why did you develop such a fighting style? This is really a problem that bothers me."
The young Albus Dumbledore's expression became a little weird.
"It's always wrong to be cautious. As a native Englishman, you probably don't understand that people like me will have enough caution before they don't have the ability to compete with the world alone." Ian's soul does not belong to this film. Land, so, the idea he believed in was obviously difficult for most people in this land to understand.
The young Albus Dumbledore just chuckled after hearing this.
"Then your caution is obviously not enough to reach the level you should have." His eyes were filled with deep meaning, and it also made Ian feel numb and dangerous on his scalp.
"Ahem, if you see through it, don't tell it, you are still good brothers." Ian's expression was quite embarrassing. To be honest, it was the first time that he was truly found out about his original nature since he adhered to this fighting style.
"Did you admit defeat?"
Young Albus Dumbledore spoke with a smile.
"Of course not."
The little wizard gave an answer without thinking.
"Oh?"
This was obviously beyond the expectations of the young Albus Dumbledore.
"There are still trump cards?"
He looked at Ian curiously.
"Isn't it just the realm of forbidden Demons? I'm very familiar with this thing." Ian looked around at the magic text on the ground around him, and he felt a little moved that it turned out that he was not the only one who liked to think about this kind of thing.
The reason why his "stand-in" collapsed and why he crawled out of the ground in such a mess was all because this field created by some kind of ritual blocked the effect of magic.
If not.
He should have a very handsome posture when he came out of the ground...
"My magic is difficult to play, so do you. Round it, the competition is really fair now." Ian sorted out his hairstyle that would drip sand when he shakes twice.
"It seems that you have really learned about such a ceremony. Well, this is very reasonable. However, since you know the current situation, I think you should not have forgotten my identity, right?"
Young Albus Dumbledore had a bright smile.
"You have many identities. Which identities are you talking about?"
The little wizard wasn't nervous either.
He watched the young man opposite him lifted his robe.
"Of course it is my proudest identity at this time... Little man, let me know, Albus Dumbledore... from Gryffindor College."
Speaking.
This handsome young man drew out a shiny long sword without being virtuous. It was not the sword of Gryffindor, but it can be seen from the sharp sharpness and gorgeous shape that it was from the master's hand. .
The sword body is sharp and the cold air is sturdy.
"I said, I won."
Dumbledore held the hilt tightly, his arm muscles bulged slightly, showing his hidden power.
The sword seemed to have life in his hand. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, as if responding to the master's will. It began to approach Ian's neck quickly as his master's actions.
This is the little-known swordsmanship of Albus Dumbledore, and it is also the reason why Albus Dumbledore dared to give up magic. He could not defeat Ian in magic, so he chose the most beneficial operation for him.
Forbidden Demon Realm.
Few wizards can deal with a swordsmanship in this area.
"Fortunately, I have a plan for this situation."
Most wizards cannot use magic, and may panic when facing swordsmen flying towards them, but this group does not include Ian. The little wizard just looked overwhelmed and suddenly went into his wallet. Just like Albus Dumbledore can draw a long sword, Ian can of course use his own wallet with a large number of trump cards.
Failure to ban all the alchemy creations is definitely the biggest mistake of the young version of Albus Dumbledore. Of course, this may also be because I am in the house where I wish.
Albus Dumbledore did not choose the method of absolutely forbidding the demons.
"My future professor! Times have changed!"
Shouting.
Ian took out a handful of homemade Gatling. Perhaps the magic could not be inputted, but in manual mode, it still has the structure of a gun that can expel the power of all built-in bullets in one minute.
The machine gun is dark all over and exudes a cold metallic luster. The huge gun body forms a sharp contrast with his thin figure, but it does not detract from its deterrence at all.
"!!!?????"
Look.
The young Albus Dumbledore was intimidated. His fierce steps suddenly stopped, and the long sword he raised and swung was stopped in the air so stiffly.
He may be only a few dozen steps away from Ian.
However.
The academy that made him very proud did not seem to be able to give him the courage to continue charging - there is no way, who made Albus Dumbledore, who knew a lot about Muggles, be a person who knew about things.
"You...what are you doing?"
The handsome young man showed a horrified expression for the first time, and his voice stuttered.
"Three thousand six hundred turns in one second, compassionate and compassionate to the world. My future professor, I am telling you that in front of this thing, we are all the... turbid bones and mortal fetuses in your mouth." Ian pressed Turning the trigger, Gatling began to start the rotating barrel, which reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight simulated by the Bing House.
"I'll step on the horse!"
The young Albus Dumbledore's pupils contracted violently. Perhaps it was his first time swearing, and his forehead was sweating, he immediately made a quick decision to throw the long sword in his hand.
The target is not Ian.
But the endless demonic text on the ground.
at the same time.
"Da da da da da da~"
The blue fire has already lit up.
The Gatling machine gun's spinning barrel burst out instantly, like an angry giant beast roaring. Countless bullets tilted out like dense barrage.
They cut through the air, leaving behind a series of hot trajectories.
"Merlin is on!"
The young Albus Dumbledore ran away on the ground with his head in his arms. Fortunately, after he rolled for several consecutive times, the long sword he threw out also cut off the magic text he set himself.
The magic power is revived again.
"Armor Protect! Armor Protect! Armor Protect!" The young Albus Dumbledore used a spell wildly, and his mouth was about to be so anxious that he was so rude.
The "bullets" poured out were finally resisted by the invisible "shield", giving the young Albus Dumbledore some chance to breathe.
"Remove your weapons!"
He seized the opportunity to cast a curse on Ian.
The Gatling machine gun in Ian's hand was blown away.
Seeing that the "big killing weapon" was finally solved.
The young Albus Dumbledore finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, the next moment, he felt dizzy and couldn't help but kneel down to the ground.
Not just weak all over.
Even the brain is so heavy that it is difficult to operate.
"What's in it..."
He looked down at his body with difficulty, and saw that at least more than ten needles were inserted on it. Obviously, his various fancy rolls without invincible frames did not have a good avoidance effect.
"It's the life and stagnation water I've been simmering too much."
The little wizard blinked and answered honestly. Of course he would not kill his future principal. The Gatlin he took out was just a special product made for the possible "Slytherin Rebellion".
As Ian said before, Ian is really worried. But just dealing with my classmates, of course, I won’t use real killing weapons.
They will not be so sinful.
"..." Ian's answer was heard.
Albus Dumbledore was so frustrating that he felt so frustrated inside. He knew that the little ghost in front of him was very sinister, but he really didn't expect it to be so sinister.
"I definitely can't teach you these things, it's impossible... it's absolutely impossible." The young Albus Dumbledore's voice was filled with incredible stubbornness.
"You are not my apprentice! Damn it! Why is this life and dying water so effective!"
He slowly pulled out all the needles, shook his head a few times, raised his head hard, and supported his eyelids hard, staring at Ian in front of him with his eyes.
"Yes, you confiscated me as an apprentice, but Professor Grindelwald kept saying that I was his apprentice." Ian was still telling the truth, but he didn't tell the whole truth.
He can't betray his good uncle.
"Grindelwald... Grindelwald... This is really... too sinister..." The young Albus Dumbledore kept repeating the name.
He tried hard as if he wanted to remember the name firmly.
"So, now I won."
Ian walked to the half-kneel young version of Albus Dumbledore and pressed his wand against the young Albus Dumbledore's forehead.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
"Ha, I admit that your tricks... I was really surprised by me, but, just like I told you just now, I won when I set up this ceremony."
The young Albus Dumbledore shook his head.
The voice looked at Ian with a little guilty look.
In his eyes.
Very sleepy.
But it failed to overwhelm that perseverance.
"Uh?"
Ian looked at the magic text around him that was destroyed by the young Albus Dumbledore himself. He frowned slightly, unable to understand what the young Albus Dumbledore was talking about.
"I have set up more than a ceremony, little devil." The young Albus Dumbledore took the initiative to solve the problem, and his hand suddenly touched his wand and input magic power.
The next moment.
The broken demon texts began to twist and change. As the little wizard tried hard to distinguish, the dark demon texts gathered together and gradually disappeared on the ground.
"This is ..."
Ian was a little surprised.
He obviously saw something.
only.
It's too late.
"His ~"
Dozens of pairs of black hands, like claws stretched out from hell, suddenly emerged from the gravel on the ground, and quickly and forcefully grabbed Ian's ankle.
Ian's magic is restricted by "freezing". He tried to struggle, but the hands were like iron pliers, tightly clamping him and making him unable to move.
"Black Magic!"
The little wizard exclaimed.
"It's so dark that it's so dark that it can't be black!" He really didn't expect that Albus Dumbledore, who was only in the fifth and sixth grade, had already begun to contact this kind of black that involved the sacrifice level. magic.
Yes.
Sacrifice magic.
An extremely evil black magic. At this time, it was actually used by a Hogwarts student. He had no nose at this age and probably had no contact with this kind of magic.
"I'm sorry for letting you suffer all this...but I think it's worth it, at least for me." The young Albus Dumbledore smiled self-deprecatingly.
"I only know my brother Tom. If I knew about your situation, he would definitely die of crying in the bathroom." Ian was a little panicked but his face did not show it.
"Tom? Are you a person close to me in the future?" The young Albus Dumbledore tried hard to support himself and stood up. He seemed to be still competing with the effects of the life and dying water.
"Don't worry about Tom, I'll admit defeat." Ian still has trump cards, but he doesn't want to use the trump cards that are less once they are used.
"I accept your admit defeat, but...please allow me to apologize to you again." The young Albus Dumbledore pulled open Ian's robe against the effects of the medicine.
"His ~"
Ian felt a chill in his chest, and now he was really panicked.
Old Deng was really a bishop when he was young!
"What are you going to do to me?"
The little wizard widened his horrified eyes.
"I want to win twice."
The young Albus Dumbledore felt like he had snatched Ian's lines. Fortunately, he did not do strange behaviors to Ian, but just started to draw magic texts on Ian with a magic wand.
Due to the reasons of life and death.
The handsome young man's hands were shaking and his figure was shaking, but he still relied on his willpower to continue to draw magic texts on Ian.
"I think you will come to this time, not without a reason." The young Albus Dumbledore seemed to be analyzing Ian, and he showed Ian his brain that was so wise and close to demons.
but.
It showed wisdom far beyond Ian's expectations.
"What a rare opportunity. Perhaps, in the future, I want to use you to convey some information, but in my opinion, this is an opportunity that I must seize."
"I apologize to you, to the future me...." He said guilty words, but the movements in the young Albus Dumbledore's hands did not stop.
"What do you mean?"
Ian already had a bad premonition in his heart.
He is ready to fight back at any time.
"You tell me that you are not a silent person who successfully changed your destiny. This disappointed me, but it did not despair... because in my opinion you can be exactly what I expect to see."
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"Just a little change... and knowledge and ability are far better than my Dumbledore's help." The young Albus Dumbledore's movements did not stop.
He looked up and looked at Ian.
"I believe you must have extraordinary significance to me... for the future me, so I must gamble." Albus Dumbledore's words were firm and serious.
But the little wizard's scalp was numb when he heard it.
"This is still the Albus Dumbledore I know!?"
Ian's emotions were really fluctuating.
Of course he understood.
This Albus Dumbledore obviously wants to turn him into a silent person, and then use him and the future Albus Dumbledore to find a solution to the silent person's problem!
This horse pedal is really outrageous!
Not only do Ian have to sacrifice, but also plot against myself in the future... I have to criticize to the extent that I can think of such a crazy and vicious plan as soon as I saw Ian!
White Demon King?
The hell white devil king!
This is the real first-generation dark devil king!
"I think, really, there is no need to do this, we can talk." Ian certainly knows why the young Albus Dumbledore is so persistent in the question of the silent ones.
If his memory is not wrong, at this point in time, his good sister Ariana has not yet died. As his brother Albus Dumbledore has always wanted to solve the situation in Ariana.
This young principal, who may not have enough time to worry about Ariana and his research is still clueless, obviously regarded him as a "victim" who can be used to find hope.
"Some sins... I'm inevitable." The young Albus Dumbledore sighed deeply, with guilt in his eyes but no feeling of struggle.
I saw that more and more demonic texts were drawn.
There is a certain power that seems to be growing.
Ian knew he couldn't wait any longer.
"Clang~"
A bottle of turbid potion fell from his cuffs.
It broke to the ground.
The splashed potion splashed over the black hands. For a moment, these black hands seemed to have lost their motivation and let go of Ian and hang down to the ground like a withered branch.
"~"
Ian had just retreated crazily, raised his wand, and Albus Dumbledore, with a serious expression, had already lifted the wand, dispelled the potions dripped on the black hand and controlled the black hand to wrap it back towards Ian.
The sky was filled with black fog.
Those who don’t know thought Ian was beating Voldemort.
"Call the God Guard!"
no way.
Ian could only cast the patron sacred spell.
A silver-white light rose. ,
They were intertwined together like meteor showers, forming a dazzling web of light, and the girl's figure began to appear vaguely.
Yes.
This magic did not fail.
It won't fail either. When the little wizard came to this time, he felt something and was surprised, and could clearly sense the connection between himself and Ariana.
I originally wanted to discuss it with the younger version of Albus Dumbledore.
Unexpectedly.
He did not surprise Albus Dumbledore.
On the contrary, this young Albus Dumbledore gave him full shock.
"Aliana! Hurry up! Kill your evil and vicious brother!" While Ian was crazy about eliminating the magic text on her body, he shouted for help to his good friend who had completely condensed and formed.
Ariana, in the form of a patron saint, slowly stepped out of the light.
She was wearing a silver armor, her hair was like a waterfall, fluttering gently in the wind, holding a slender and gorgeous sword in her hand, exuding a faint sacred luster.
"Swoosh swish swish swish~"
The whistling black hands were chopped into pieces. When they touched the long sword in Ariana's hand, they were as powerless as if they had touched the high-temperature ice.
The dark hand that covers the sky and the sun.
The girl didn't cut a few times.
Because after she appeared.
Those black hands were already falling.
It seems like it has lost control.
"Huh? Brother?"
Ariana saw clearly the opponent's appearance at this time.
She looked surprised.
"This...this...this...this...this is going on!" The young Albus Dumbledore took several steps in a row, staring at Ian's patron saint in horror and incredible.
"Impossible! Impossible!"
The wand in the handsome young man's hand had already fallen to the ground.
His body was forced to hold onto the ground.
"Brother, why are you younger again? You still want to... deal with Ian?" Ariana obviously didn't know the situation. She floated in front of Dumbledore, who was like she had lost her strength.
The girl raised her hand.
Touched the handsome young man's forehead.
It seems like I want to confirm whether the younger version of Albus Dumbledore is having a fever.
"Aliana...so..."
Albus Dumbledore's body trembled violently.
"I understand, it turns out that I want to verify...this..."
His eyes began to dim and lose their minds.
As if he had lost the belief to support himself, the water of life and death finally played a role, causing the young Albus Dumbledore to fall backwards limply.
"Brother Albus?"
Ariana hurriedly held the back of her brother's head.
"Ian, is he manipulated by the evil black wizard?"
She looked back at the little wizard with some concern.
"Bad black wizard! He himself is the biggest black wizard! Dark Demon King!" Ian was a little angry. He used his old nose to completely erase the magic text on his body.
even so.
He also felt that he was not clean.
"Ah?"
Ariana was obviously stunned.
What else she wants to say.
But Ian's whole body began to emit a strange light.
The girl who was the guardian saint disappeared in an instant.
Ian, who was slightly unresponsive, disappeared.
"I'm going back now?"
Ian felt a strong dizziness, as if he was suddenly pulled into a bizarre world by an invisible force. The strange light wrapped him tightly. The light had strange colors and pulsations, which were as unpredictable as a kaleidoscope, making his gaze unable to focus.
Surrounded by this light, the surrounding scenes began to become distorted and strange, space and time seemed to have lost their meaning, and everything fell into an indescribable state of chaos.
"Buzz buzz ~"
The little wizard's ears were filled with a low and long buzzing sound, like an ancient spell echoing in his ears. Everything suddenly came to peace. The strange light gradually dissipated, replaced by a familiar and warm atmosphere. Ian opened his eyes suddenly and found himself in a spacious and bright room.
That was Nick Lemay's office that he was extremely familiar with.
Big clock.
Right next to you.
There were also Harry Potter, Nick Lemay, who had a slightly weird expression, and Albus Dumbledore, who looked obviously relieved.
Older version.
(This chapter ends)