HP Magic Biography

The magic circle is still constantly erupting, and the white-gold power of faith continues to spread outward from the distant horizon. It will not take long for the entire space debris to be occupied by this power of faith.

"Can it be successful?" Fanlin looked at Dumbledore with some worry. After so long, the time node for the swim has never appeared.

"Perhaps," Dumbledore said, and he didn't know if this method would work.

The body of the sacrifice has completely lost its form. It can be said that the sacrifice right now is no different from a throbbing fire of faith.

"Wait a minute," Dumbledore said. "Maybe they have to wait until their power has fixed the entire space. This is not too long."

As Dumbledore said, the sacrifice seemed to be moving, and the staff that was originally suspended in the sky jumped uncomfortably, and Fanlin saw a ray of golden light waft from the body of the sacrifice.

It was like a candlelight, as if it could be extinguished at any time, but in Fanlin's eyes, this strand of golden thread was no different from the most dangerous thing in the world.

"Divinity." Fanlin's eyes stared at the swaying golden flames, subconsciously speaking in the air.

Dumbledore also realized this problem, and he rarely frowned.

Compared to Van Lin, the feeling that this divinity gave Dumbledore was indeed stronger and more intuitive.

Dumbledore is the most powerful wizard in the magic world today. In the eyes of others, Dumbledore's power is legendary.

Of course, what Dumbledore has is not a true legend.

The concept of the legendary mage is still passed down from where Merlin, in the legend, Merlin has touched the edge of life and death.

In the era of Meilin, the world had more than just such things. It can be said that the world at that time was full of hundreds of ethnic groups.

As a legendary mage, Merlin naturally possesses power beyond imagination, and even Merlin can control lightning.

This is the mighty power dedicated to the gods.

In contrast, Dumbledore's legend is indeed weaker than Merlin's legend.

This is also inseparable from the weakening of the magic world as a whole.

It seems that, limited by the rules of the world, it is difficult for Dumbledore to make a big leap in his own strength.

He had reached the edge, and Voldemort was the same, except that Dumbledore was too old and he had begun to degenerate.

However, the appearance of divinity was tantamount to sounding a wake-up call to Dumbledore.

He could faintly feel what a world beyond the legend, or in other words, the legend beyond Merlin.

Magnificent, huge, and irresistible.

It is very clear that the degree of waiting is very clear. If the power of faith is completely divine, then the intrusion of the power of faith, even if there are ten more, he cannot stop it at all.

"What is he doing to sacrifice to him?" Dumbledore wondered. He didn't understand what the sacrifice was doing to release such a dangerous thing at this time.

He looked at the horizon, and the power of faith seemed to have reached its limit. About one-third of the world was not full, and the power of faith was unsustainable.

Soon, the priest gave Dumbledore the answer.

That trace of divine flame seemed to have consumed a lot of the power of the sacrifice, visible to the naked eye, the light on the sacrifice body became a little dim.

The flame of divinity penetrated into the staff.

The staff, which was originally rendered as platinum by the power of faith, was joined by the divine flame, and in an instant, an unimaginable power exploded.

The white-gold luster is only a rendering, and the addition of divine nature makes the staff burst out a golden color from the inside out.

It was as if it had restored its former appearance, without a doubt, this was the correct posture for the staff.

The wand in Dumbledore's hand began to beat restlessly, which seemed a kind of fear.

This staff was a weapon of the gods, and Fanlin recognized this at almost the same time.

Perhaps it came from the hand of the **** of fire in Greece, but there is no accident. Only the power of the gods can meet the needs of this staff, and only the power of the gods can burst out the true power of the staff.

After all, even if the Deathly Hallows is in the legend, it is nothing more than the **** of death.

The place of production may be what people call Styx.

The elaboration of the Deathly Hallows is recorded in detail in "The Collection of Poems and Bidou Tales".

According to legend, there used to be three brothers on a secluded road, and it was almost dusk. As they walked, they came to a river. The water was too deep to wade through, and it was too dangerous to swim. However, the three brothers are proficient in magic. With a wave of their magic wand, a bridge appeared on the unpredictable water. When they reached the middle of the bridge, a hooded figure blocked their way.

Reaper spoke to them. The **** of death was very angry. He lost three new sacrifices-because travelers usually drowned in this river. But death is very cunning. He pretended to congratulate the three brothers on their magic, saying that they escaped death by virtue of their cleverness, and each could get a reward.

The boss is a warlike man. What he wants is the most powerful wand in the world: a wand that can always help the owner win in a duel, and a wand that a wizard who has conquered death deserves! The **** of death went to an elderberry tree on the shore, made a magic wand out of a hanging branch, and gave it to the boss.

The second child is an arrogant man, he decided to continue to humiliate the **** of death, what he wanted was the ability to resurrect the dead. The **** of death picked up a stone from the shore and gave it to the second child, telling him that this stone had the ability to bring back the dead.

Then death asked the youngest third. The third child is the most humble and smartest one, and he doesn't believe in death. Therefore, he wanted something that could make Death unable to find him wherever he went. Reluctantly, the **** of death gave him his invisibility cloak.

Then the **** of death stood aside and let the three brothers continue on their way. They talked about the wonderful experience just now, admired the gift of **** of death, and walked forward.

Later the three brothers broke up and moved towards their respective destinations.

The boss has been away for more than a week. Came to a remote mountain village and quarreled with a wizard. Naturally, he uses the "elder wand" made of elderberry as a weapon, and he will undoubtedly win the duel. After his opponent fell to the ground and died, he moved on and walked into a tavern, boasting loudly about how invincible the powerful wand he had obtained from the **** of death was invincible.

That night, after the boss got so drunk, another wizard crept to his bedside, stole the wand, and cut his throat.

In this way, the **** of death took the life of the boss.

At the same time, the second child returned to the home where he lived alone, took out the stone that could bring the dead back to life, and turned it in his hand three times. To his surprise, the girl he wanted to marry, but unfortunately died young, immediately appeared in front of him.

But she was sad and cold, and there seemed to be a curtain between them. Although she returned to the world, she didn't really belong here. She was in pain. In the end, the second child was tortured mad by hopeless desire and committed suicide in order to be truly with her.

In this way, death took the second child's life.

However, the **** of death has been looking for the third child for many years, but he has never been able to find him. The third child lived until he was very old, and finally took off the invisibility cloak and gave it to his son, and then greeted the **** of death like an old friend meeting, and as an equal, happily joined him and left the world.

Now it seems that gods exist, so the legendary story must have a basis.

However, Fanlin had to have more questions about the **** of death, or the three brothers entered a dark plane. You must know that this void creation has always appeared in the image of death in the legend.

Then it is natural to understand that this Deathly Hallows came from the hands of void creation.

Fanlin felt a strong fear on the bones wand. Was it because he saw the enemy?

But no matter how you look at it, the Deathly Hallows are nothing more than a hand of the **** of death, he is not a real god, he is just an intruder, a monster trying to grow.

So naturally, the Deathly Hallows is nothing more than a magic item that is higher than the legendary item, but does not reach the level of the artifact.

Dumbledore seemed to be surprised by the reaction of the wand in his hand. Since he got the wand, he has rarely felt uneasy, but at this moment, the legendary Deathly Hallows conveyed an uneasy emotion to him.

More and more magical brilliance spewed from the bone wand, but Fanlin keenly perceives that this magical power is somewhat strong and concealed, as if showing weakness.

Perhaps this strand of divinity is too weak, and the power is not enough to discover a complete deathly sacred artifact, or, this strand of divinity has no consciousness at all~www.readwn.com~ In short, except Dumbledore was surprised that nothing else happened except this uneasy feeling.

The sacrificial work is also steadily proceeding.

With the addition of divinity, the power of faith that seemed a little sluggish seems to be glowing...Huh?

In short, the pace that had stopped at this moment seemed to have received a new boost, and the remaining one-third of the sky couldn't stop the pace at all.

Under the blessing of the divine nature, the power of faith has launched a charge to the unoccupied field at an unimaginable expansion speed, just like a splash of hot oil poured on the flames. Cheng played the role of sacrificial scepter to its extreme.

"Unimaginable." Dumbledore said, he looked at the sky that was quickly encroached on. If this was an attack magic, he didn't know how much it would take to calm the power.

"However, now it's our turn to take action." Dumbledore looked at the sky, and the white golden light rendered the world, so there would always be some disharmony.