Hogwarts of a certain magic

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A remote manor.

For hundreds of years, almost no outsiders have been able to set foot here, including wizards and Muggles.

In the very center of the manor, there is a beautiful room with a perfect square shape. The huge single green granite pillar supports a ten-meter-high dome.

Beethoven's sixth symphony echoed in the room. This great melody came from a square mirror frame standing proudly in front of the western wall.

If you look carefully, the mirror turned out to be the Vienna Theater, with a huge orchestra inside, playing perfectly under the direction of a musician with frantic hair like a lion.

This room is so peculiar, the walls are like a kaleidoscope painted with ancient characters... Egyptian, Hebrew, astronomical, alchemy, and other inexplicable symbols.

Above it, surrounded by six portraits, each of them held a blood-red stone in their hands, shining and shining like silent ghost eyes.

The people in these six paintings are not like the previous principals in the principal's office. They are no different, because all of them are the same person.

It's just that the old man in each painting is exactly one hundred years old.

The six silently watched the old man in the middle of the room.

He wore a fashionable dragon-skin apron and gloves knitted with unicorn feathers, bowed his waist, and stared at the extra-large U-shaped test tube on the laboratory bench.

He pushed the black-rimmed glasses with rhino horns on his face, sometimes whispering underestimating something in his mouth, sometimes jumping, and sometimes lost in thought.

"Oh, this melody is not good, it is too soft, I need some passion!"

The old man snapped his fingers, and Beethoven in the mirror frame was gone, replaced by Bach.

"Oh," he said unhappily: "Don't Bach, this is the style I liked two hundred years ago, let's get some fashion style."

The picture in the mirror turned into rock and roll, and the rhythm became more exciting.

-ImmigrantSong

If William were here, he would probably hear that this is the bgm of Thor III.However, this album was released as early as 1970, and it is obviously the most recent favorite of the elderly.

He was very satisfied, shaking with the beat.

At the end of the song, he has another single loop.

I don’t know how long, a clear sound was heard, and the toad statue in the right corner said loudly: "In fifteen minutes, Albus Dumbledore will reach the door."

The old man raised his head and looked at the window not far away, where a giant orb of prophecy was placed.

The figure of Dumbledore was revealed in the prophecy ball. He Apparated outside the manor alone, which was obviously a scene fifteen minutes later.

"Oh, I forgot about it." The old man murmured, patted his head.

He obviously felt that he had done an experiment for a while, but all afternoon passed.

"Time is not enough!" he muttered.

"The 100083th universal panacea experiment failed. Record the data and destroy the semi-finished product directly." The old man asked.

"Yes!"

A house elf appeared. He was wearing gorgeous silk short sleeves, toad sunglasses covering green eyes the size of a tennis ball, and his long ears wrapped in an Arabian headscarf.

"This suit is well dressed, Hercules, you can wear clothes better than your father and grandfather, and you already have my style." The old man grinned.

Hercules bent over to respectfully said: "Thank you for your compliment!"

"Relax." The old man glanced at the distant room and whispered: "Is there any time this weekend? I got two tickets for the fashion show...Victoria's Secret..."

Herculi shed a cold sweat and said unnaturally: "If the lady knows..."

"Hey, don't you say I don't say who knows?" The old man took off his glasses and dropped two drops of potion, and explained, "You probably don't know, my eyes can discover beauty that no one else can find.

Just talk about Van Gogh. No one wanted his paintings back then. I bought a lot of them as soon as I bought them. Look, how much are his current paintings worth in Muggles?

I am good at discovering the bright spots in advance among things that everyone rejects. This is what the fashion show means!"

"Think about it. If there is time, I will also go to change a dress, and see my old friend, I can tell you, if you don't go, the ticket will be given to Albus!"

The old man walked out of the room quickly, and the music changed to Disco again.

——Dear little sister

Please don't don't cry

where is your home

I will take you back...

The living room is illuminated by a row of candles.With the light of the candle faint, the old man leaned on the chair, staring down at the golden cup in his palm, the liquid in the cup was bright red.

After a while, Dumbledore's smile illuminated the dark living room.123kanshu.com www.123kanshu.com

"Good evening, Nick. I was surprised to know that I was coming this afternoon?" Dumbledore said softly.

He sat down on a dark hand-chipped dragon leather chair made of black walnut.

"It's really surprising, what brings you this busy man?" Nick LeMay laughed.

A symphony of destiny flows slowly.

"Of course it was for the secret mission of stealing the music mirror." Dumbledore leaned back in his chair and tasted the beautiful melody.

"Seriously, I am willing to exchange all of my Gringotts property for your mirror."

"Don't even think about it, there are precious concerts that I have recorded for six hundred years." Nick LeMay blinked.

"Or iced lemon juice?"

Dumbledore nodded, and a glass of lemon juice appeared in his hand.

"Albus, what's the matter?" Nick Lemay asked when the joke was over.

"I'm on a short business trip today," Dumbledore replied, looking around the gorgeous living room."Seeing the new Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, he should have been to Albania. He has a familiar taste."

"Oh," Nick Lemay's expression remained unchanged, "So, he is coming back?"

"Perhaps, but it should be a while." Dumbledore folded his hands. "But Harry is going to school this year."

Nick LeMay looked up at Dumbledore, as if he didn't particularly care about Harry Potter.

"I'm sorry to come to see you like this, Nick, but I have to be like you... for help."

"This is still rare." Nick Lemay smiled.

He didn't know what an old man who hadn't touched his hands for almost half a century could do for someone standing at the top of the magical world.

"What's the matter? Just say it." The old man replied.

Dumbledore lowered his voice."I hope you can think about it and lend me something-the magic stone."

Nick rolled his eyes."You should know that the broken stone is no longer magical."

"But Tom doesn't know."

Nick stared at Dumbledore and suddenly smiled.

"Albus, do you remember the first time you wrote to me?"

Dumbledore was in a daze for a moment, a trace of pain on his face.

At that time, Dumbledore was only thirteen years old. He was a second-year little wizard who wrote to the famous Nick Lemae asking him to lend him the Philosopher's Stone to save his nine-year-old sister.

Because the age of silence can hardly exceed ten years old.

And Nick LeMay even agreed.

"You know, I am still grateful for your decision at that time." Dumbledore retreated his pain and said seriously: "If you want, I can help you refine another magic stone at any time."

"Forget it, you are very old and can no longer consume your life."

Dumbledore laughed, but still looked a little upset.

"Here you are." Nick Lemay took out a small bag from his pocket and threw it to Dumbledore.

The packet was just a small box a few centimeters square, wrapped in a layer of faded brown wrapping paper and tied with a string.

"Really, Albus," Nick fiddling with his new stylish black jacket.

"I have lived for more than 600 years and have always understood one thing. This world can lack anyone, including you and me.

Don't waste your efforts like this. It's time to plan for yourself. I don't want to attend your funeral."

Dumbledore looked down at the box and laughed."Death is just another great adventure."

Nick Lemay smiled slightly, "But I haven't seen enough."

"By the way, I wrote to the kid you mentioned. It's interesting and talented, just like you back then."

"That's good."

Nick Lemay looked up at the starry sky, the melody of the symphony of fate came from his ears, and he drank the blood red liquid in the gold cup.

"Fate..."

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