Luke felt that it was no wonder that he felt a strange sense of familiarity. After all, although this aura was quite different from Doris, the essential similarity was not Luke's own illusion.
After hearing Luke's emotion, Dumbledore looked at Luke with some confusion.
"Is that Medusa? The Medusa you told everyone about before?"
In Dumbledore's mind, Medusa was a dangerous creature based on a basilisk in Muggle legends until his last trip to the United States.
In fact... this does not stand up to scrutiny. After all, the legend about Medusa can be traced back to the Age of Gods in Muggle legends. At that time, let alone the basilisk, the creator of the basilisk did not appear.
But because of this Muggle legend, few wizards would study this aspect. This also resulted in a wrong statement becoming common sense in the eyes of wizards.
However, those who wanted to study this common sense did not get any results. After all, no matter how hard they searched, they couldn't find anything related to Medusa.
Dumbledore had always thought so until Luke and Newt discussed the issue.
Now, Dumbledore looked at the bone placed in the center of the magic circle, somewhat surprised.
Luke nodded: "That should be Medusa's snake hair."
Damn it... that's even harder to understand than the thought of an immortal species.
This is after calling out to Meidu.
Dumblelin was also concerned, and turned around and said: "Don't be stunned. Since I will give you the Resurrection Stone, I will help you later. Your magic power is very low now because of the magic ritual. No limit, it can be wasted on summoning. His magic power is qualified and he can help you summon."
"Damn it, I think it's time to wake up."
But I thought it would be too little. After all, a magic for immortality would be more simple than the resurrection magic behind me. And the magic behind the eyes requires very few things.
But an introduction is always needed. Nor is it the impetus that gives ritual magic its initial run. And the magic power required to activate the ritual magic behind his eyes was said to be astonishing.
Before taking a look around, Meidu concluded that the magic was still unfinished, and the restrictions were extremely strict. In a tolerant sense, it was suitable for use on wizards, so Lingxiu gave up the idea of continuing to study the magic. .
It's like nothing is about to break free. Originally, I thought that most of these Muggle legends were adapted from the legendary deeds of our group of wizards. But now, looking at the Lisa that is exactly the same as the legend of Lisa that I was originally investigated by Dao, my original understanding has been greatly shaken.
"Ah, he...has been to your laboratory?"
It passed very slowly, and both of them had time to think about things.
Meidu didn't hide anything, nodded and said: "You have been to his laboratory. Of course, you all call this room the secret room now. This room is a mysterious legend."
There is no way to simplify it, like limiting the power of magic to resurrecting a recently dead rat. But it is a magical animal that has always been legendary.
But I still remember the relevant precautions very well. So when I saw Young Master Lingxiu Kang lost his mind, I immediately spoke to remind him.
I asked, frowning. I felt scared or something. Mainly because the smell underneath Dumblelin was too strong...
Meidu and Young Master Slater both understood. It was the same as Dumblelin's method of immortality. As long as the soul and memory were left in the blood, then I would not be me.
I'm very busy and don't have time to put it under that bottomed pit.
Of course I would think that Lingxiu Kanglin was the one who talked to me on the phone at the beginning. Just kidding, the person behind me will immediately become half-demented as soon as he leaves that small formation.
Those two magics are not yet available to Meidu, so it is said that they cannot be used at a high cost. But... the earliest magic, so many generations of Gaunt tribesmen, have not completed it.
Are these myths and legends true?
Even Meidu never expected that something like that would happen... It can only be said that things happen in the world.
My brows furrowed as if I finally thought of something crucial.
"Although you are not as cautious as he is in doing things, aren't you?"
Mei Du blinked. It's not so much that Dumblelin is mortal, but that the moment we all regard ourselves as 'Dumblelin', Dumblelin has not yet become the name of a whole. It's the name of a certain wizard again.
Just like...the magic stone.
In the center of the magic circle, a graceful figure is slowly intertwining.
A broken ritual magic, of course, relies entirely on the wizard to provide magic power, and a small part of the free magic power is absorbed by the magic circle as an energy source.
Meidu nodded: "And there is not another one. The situation seems to be wrong. The guy who calls himself Dumblelin has spoken to you in the distance."
Even the most basic magic disorder is enough to set off a magic storm outside.
Before Meidu took a deep breath, she said reluctantly: "In short, he understands that your trouble is how to explain to the professor that the homework is written."
Mei Du shattered Young Master Slater's fantasy with a straightforward tone without mercy.
Meidu also lived up to Dumblelin's expectations. I walked slowly and walked to where I should be. He took the ring off his hand.
Dumblelin also nodded: "Although he knows who he wants to resurrect, it must be a person, and it is a person with less strength than him, and if the death date is less than a week, then the worst he can do is give up. That idea.”
Dumblelin asked without any surprise, but after waiting for Meidu to answer, I hit my head hard twice. As if forcing myself to think of something.
Under the snake's tail is the lower body of a human male, which Tao describes as rough.
"What do they want to do?"
That's not the legendary Lisa.
We can't say whether Meidu was prepared or not. We can only say that who could have imagined that such a thing would not have such an outcome.
The evil spirit that lingers in the human world reshapes the body, which is the so-called resurrection from the dead.
The smell beneath me was like rotten potatoes that had been soaking in a cesspool for several days.
I said seriously.
"This is Awaianna..."
And even more slightly... the magic must be accurate, so what we have to face is an out-of-control monster.
Meidu took a few steps back and stopped within the effective range of the magic circle. Although I know very little about magic circles, I definitely understand them. I can still see the effective range of a magic circle.
"That magic circle seems to have the effect of recalling souls from the spiritual world. Why does he still say that he needs a resurrection stone?"
Let Slater stay away from him with respect.
He actually had the remains of Medusa himself, but he left that to Doris. I hope she can benefit from this outside... If I had known I would have brought Tao Luke with me that time. If you say yes, you can still get it, but there are disadvantages in saying too much.
In a sense, the impetuous era has indeed restricted some researchers who study magic with a long cycle. It is often difficult for our research to produce shocking results within a short period of time. You may even be stuck on a problem for months and years, making it difficult to break through.
Now we either exaggerate, lie, or give up.
Dumblelin shook his head, and shook his head helplessly as if he thought he had won: "It would be bad if he had been there. No wonder he could guess your immortality method so slowly. If you stay here He should also have seen what is outside the secret room."
Young Master Slater felt the power, with a very serious look on his face.
But Lingxiu Kanglin didn't care about the slander of the seniors in front of me. I had not yet stood behind the magic circle and used my small magic power.
Young Master Slater told himself in his heart. Repeated over and over again.
A wizard who has lost the support of his magic power can only do his best to leave a whole corpse for himself in that level of magic storm.
Things outside the corners of the magic circle disappeared quickly, as if melting into the air. The magic circle is getting brighter and brighter, and the surrounding magic has not yet gradually surged into a storm.
Dumblelin nodded, then looked Ling Xiu up and down, and then hit his head hard twice: "He is really similar to you when you were young, at least in appearance and behavior. Very similar."
"Has he met Ling Xiusa?"
Beforehand, I glanced at Young Master Slater and said seriously: "The minimum purpose of asking him to retreat is not to ensure the danger. You may lose your strength later. It will definitely be worse if you succeed, and you will be victorious..."
It can only be said that Dumblelin was not wrong at all. The other thing is that people in that era were not much simpler than in this era.
Young Master Ling Xiu and Kang were still hesitating, but I still saw Dumblelin's gesture.
I finally understood why Dumblelin acquiesced in retreating into the cave. Comparing those two aspects, Master Slater felt that it was definitely him who would choose to expose his magic in exchange for insurance against a possible victory.
What if we first establish the dominance of the Gaunt family in the entire wizarding world!
Meidu smiled bitterly but did not respond.
Meidu seemed to have noticed Young Master Slater's doubts, and explained to me: "That kind of guy will die if he doesn't open his arms and seek death crazily."
Especially since the probability of victory is quite high.
What's more, Awaianna also has a Horcrux.
Before he understood the truth about Dumblelin's immortality, Meidu felt a real headache. I know that there are not many Dumblelins in the world now, and that kind of thing is simply a horror story.
When talking about that, Dumblelin looked at his senior and said seriously: "You were as praised as him when you were young, but you were not so scheming. So, for such a young man, he What have you been through, child?"
I don't think that people are still the same people as before.
"But for a powerful wizard, that kind of thing is simply a fantasy. You think that magic can help him. So he also needs to struggle."
The old guy knew that he hadn't taken a bath in a while. The oil difference under the hair is less than the equivalent of two Snapes. The amount of dust under the clothes was equivalent to two Hagrids. The stains under the face amounted to a few Filch's.
Although they are all the proud sons of heaven, there is still no difference between the proud son of heaven who does not have his parents to protect him and the proud son of heaven who faces the wind and rain alone.
That's all I can tell myself. Even if you resurrect this boy, you are no longer your sister.
And for a moment, the entire cave fell into suffocating silence.
"It is inevitable that their family's research on that magic will be successful."
The legendary God of Death...is it true?
The white stone lit up with white light. Amidst the whistling magic power fluctuations around him, even less things were faintly revealed.
Meidu and Master Slater fell silent together.
Only then could I suppress my desire to resurrect this boy.
"That magic, the problem that arises in future experiments is often the forging of the physical container. It is the recall of the soul."
And before Medu appeared, I knew the way to live forever. Although there are no huge side effects. But there is no doubt that it is the same as the magic stone. The new magic of immortality has not yet appeared.
When Young Master Slater came to his senses, I took a step forward and looked at the two people who knew when they were standing behind me without any doubts.
And in a situation where magic research must be kept as secret as possible, it is basically possible to complete it.
Are there any people who are serious enough to study magic? However, the tree wants to be still but the wind is still.
"Professor, to be honest, the prerequisite for the magic to be effective is that there is still active blood power in the bones. That is not a rare thing for magical animals, which are said to be magical animals. thing."
As for the ability of the magic circle to recall the soul, I can see it. But I deduced it from the conclusion. If you really give me a magic circle, let me analyze the functions outside. I'm really good at it.
Of course, it was this figure that was taking shape that attracted Mei Du and Slaite Shao. The thick snake tail has no ugly colored scales underneath. Against the blue-green light of the magic circle, there were light pink and deep purple brilliance.
Dumblelin was silent for a moment, then shook his head silently: "It's you, your condition is bad."
Did Dumblelin feel distressed by Meidu's veiled compliment? I just hit myself on the head harder.
Under the body, there is a long neck as long as a swan, a pretty face that seems to be a gift from the Emperor, and...a head of snake hair that looks evil but is also ferocious and safe.
It's a pity that Meidu is very capable and can handle it carefully. It can only be described as bad.
"I'm afraid of death. Even if I die, Dumblelin will still be active in that world."
The tribesmen who were not interested in that aspect also regarded it as an obsession. Therefore, there is very little research information within the family on the unfinished magic.
"It doesn't matter if it's a mention."
Young Master Slater nodded solemnly. I don't have the confidence to protect the people around me out there.
"You know what he has been through. But compared to you, the things he is carrying seem too light. At that time, you seemed to have quite a few worries."
The Gaunt family must have once again produced someone on the same level as Dumblelin, so why bother to complete the magic?
Young Master Slater suddenly stopped worrying about how much of these Muggle legends were true and how much of them were false?
Obviously, before the magic is victorious, the problems that may arise must be huge.
These gods sitting low in the sky...are they real?
Mei Du laughed: "Who knows, a magic introduction also requires such a huge amount of magic power..."
Thinking of this, Ling Xiu and Kang Shao looked at Dumblelin with some simplicity. It must be me, that kind of thing will happen. After all, magic experiments require such a small formation.
In the end, I did not read these research notes carefully.
I once thought that this kind of magic of resurrection from the dead was a legendary miracle. The achievement of miracles must be easy. I know that Horcruxes and the like can allow people to avoid death and even resurrect themselves through some kind of magic. But in this tolerant sense, it is considered a 'resurrection'. The intact soul never returns to heaven.
Meidu raised her eyebrows but said nothing.
At least that's what Young Master Slater thought.
"As time goes by, their worries seem to have become less."
This is simply reality, and Meidu is very confused about the pros and cons of that magic. After all, among the so-called Eight Minor Forbidden Magics among blood magic, the last two magics were not completed even by Dumblelin after he left. The predecessors still made very few improvements.
But... Young Master Slater pondered for a long time and then shook his head. Although I didn't say anything, I still felt that the situation behind my eyes was not reality.
Meidu looked at the flickering environment around her, not realizing the violent fluctuations of vitality around her. The next moment, vitality rises from the ground, like the Tower of Babel rising straight into the sky. The last moment was not the collapse of the Tower of Babel, but the smell of death before war.
It's a world of difference from this person's state.
My student didn't have a resurrection stone in his hand that could summon the souls of the dead, but a magic circle that could resurrect people using only resurrection stones and bones was right in front of me.
I looked seriously into Mr. Slater's eyes: "If I can definitely help him, if you agree, after all, people of your level should be of the same kind."
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Dumblelin responded seriously: "You need to let this soul stay in that world for a long time. You just need to let this soul leave enough marks in the blood of that body."
Ling Xiu couldn't help but gulped when she saw the research notes that occupied almost two shelves of bookshelves.
Life in those years...
It's still within control now, but it's enough to be scary.
After all, what happened behind the scenes still made people feel deeply distressed.
