Hogwarts: A Thousand Layers of Fluorescence at the Beginning

Chapter 72 Dumbledore: Teach you? White, please teach me!.

There was no time to mourn Ron.

After stopping a physical fight between young wizards from inside the academy, Percy fell into deep thinking. Everything is obviously for Ron’s good, why is it like this?

“Ron, please keep a low profile these days. Forget it. From today on, you will follow me except in class. Do you understand?”

“Your dormitory, I’ll go find Professor McGonagall·······”

Percy saw that Ron’s wizard robe was imprinted with the shoe prints of an unknown number of people…….

During the day today, Dumbledore received the box brought by Professor McGonagall. The prosthetic leg made by White lies in the box

“What a stubborn kid.”

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the mithril prosthetic leg flew into his hand. As soon as he took it, Dumbledore noticed something was wrong.

Just after the contact, he actually felt that his hand was born with a leg? ?

This strange feeling is an alchemical process?

Most of the prostheses produced in the wizarding world today are prostheses transformed by advanced transformation techniques. But once the magic power is exhausted, they can complete some simple daily tasks independently. It will turn back into the original object.

And the prosthesis transformed by the transformation technique is much more obedient to the caster than the user, because the alchemy product has an extreme weakness. Integrated with the soul,

Moody’s prosthetic eye can only perform specific actions mechanically and cannot be changed. It will continuously collect information around it all day long. If there is no magic interval, it will be directly embedded in the human body. , the brain will be exploded by the terrifying information. [Using the design of the movie version, the magic eye is depicted in the head when it appears.] However, the prosthetic leg that White gave him felt different after contact with the body.

This leg was born to grow here. It makes sense.

It is as easy as controlling one’s own limbs. Dumbledore thought of what White was talking about with him last night. That’s it. Where is the whole body?

Dumbledore looked at the mithril prosthetic leg carefully as if he were seeing a treasure. Is this White’s immortality? How could this be achieved

? That’s it. I’m going to teach you something! Dumbley hurriedly wrote two letters and flew to Sirius’s ancestral home.

……

Perenal Flamel had just walked out of the Paris Opera House. The Muggles around him didn’t even notice that an old witch passed by him.

“Nick!”

Perenal smiled and looked at the old man not far away who was so skinny that only his skeleton remained.

The alchemist master who was famous throughout Europe, Nick Flamel, stood there with some fear, his hands hanging unconsciously. Even if I am over 600 years old, I still feel socially intimidated when standing in a crowded place.

“Dear Nick, I didn’t expect you to come back and take me home.”

Perenal looked a little healthier than Nick. Although she was also old, her face still had a luster. She looked like an old lady sitting on the farm basking in the sun.

She walked to Nick with a smile and gently He patted Nick’s shoulder lightly.

“Dear, dear, we must never leave any regrets.”

Although Nick looked unnatural, his eyes were extremely firm.

“besides······”

Nicolème’s face turned a little blue:”My dear, please be careful next time. My skeleton is not as solid as it was hundreds of years ago.””

“Look, it’s broken again.”

The corner of Nick’s mouth drooped, and the left shoulder that had been patted fell helplessly.

“This is the price.”

Nick sighed.

“Perhaps, I should have entrusted the Philosopher’s Stone to me a long time ago”

“yes!”

Perenal Flamel also smiled bitterly.

“Even if the opera is attracting people, I can’t bear it anymore. Now I feel more and more tired sitting on the sofa.”

“In a few years, I’m afraid I will be like you.”

Nicolème held Perenal’s hand:”It’s okay, it’s still early. At least you can continue to watch the opera now, right? I also left a lot of immortality potions to make you bored.”

Nicholas saw some familiar figures not far away.

“Let’s go. If you stay any longer, you’ll be targeted by those lonely souls wandering Paris.”

“Then why did you insist on getting involved with Newt and the others when I was going to the opera? You were targeted and you deserved it.”

“Now I can’t even pick up my wand and I’m complaining again.”

“Let’s go, let’s go, old lady, we have a visitor at home. I remember there is some owl feed at home. I don’t want to go out and buy it.”

“These were all from more than ten years ago”

“It’s okay, the owls at Hogwarts have very good teeth and can peck open rocks.”……

“Just in time, Moody!”

Sirius held up a letter he had just taken from the owl.

A burst of green flames lit up in the fireplace not far from him, and as the flames dissipated, a slightly lame figure came out. Thumb, thump, crutches Knocking heavily on the ground.

Before anyone could see his appearance, a hollow sound was heard floating back and forth in the room. The elf Kreacher finally stood still with a face as hideous as rotten wood. There was no sign of kindness at all.

The single-eyed mask made of horned beast skin had a blue eye that was different from that of a normal person. He was looking up and down at everything around him, leaning on his crutch and raising his wand. Staring at Sirius carefully

“Come on Moody, haven’t you read the recent news?”

“The murderer is Peter, and I’m going after him.”

Sirius raised his hands to show that he had no hostility.

“Dumbledore can vouch for me.”

The man slowly put down the wand in his hand when he heard Dumbledore’s name.

“news?”

“I don’t believe that. You and I both know who Lucious is, but the news is putting him in a good light.”

“If it wasn’t allowed, I would have captured him in Azkaban.”

Mad-Eye Moody put away his wand and walked towards Sirius, holding out his hand that was as scarred as his face.

“Welcome back, Sirius”

“I don’t have anything, I just dealt with dementors for a few years.”

“James and Lily are the best….”

“me, their child…”

Sirius spoke in a low tone, put the envelope into Moody’s hand, and sat on a stool in the living room.

“Dumbledore’s letter?”

Moody looked at the envelope and quickly took out the text.

Dumbledore invited him to Hogwarts and said he had a big surprise for him. After confirming many times that it was Dumbledore’s handwriting, Moody stood up

“Sirius, would you like to go to Hogwarts together?”

“Forget it, I still have a lot of things to do….”

“For example, reconnecting with people who were in the Order of the Phoenix back then”

“By the way, I have to prepare Harry’s birthday gift in advance.”

Sirius said disappointedly.

“Okay, whatever, it’s all over, let’s move on.”

After saying that, Moody took out a handful of floo powder from his pocket.

He got out of the fireplace of a familiar store in Hogsmeade and walked toward Hogwarts.

Although The letter had stated that the fireplace in Professor McGonagall’s office would be open to him, but Moody still felt that it would be safer to start from Hogsmeade and walk to Hogwarts until he could walk to Dumbledore under the guidance of Professor McGonagall. In front of Lido’s office, White had already completed the advanced classes with the young wizards from the other three academies.

“Professor McGonagall, are everyone working so hard at Hogwarts nowadays?”

Moody couldn’t help but nodded when he saw the little wizard demanding so much from himself.

“That’s right. The main reason is that Little White is extremely serious and studious, and is willing to use his spare time to lead his classmates to improve together.”

“Oh, it sounds like this little White must be a Gryffindor student. Professor McGonagall has accepted a good student this year.”

“Slytherin’s”

“Investigate strictly!”

Moody’s smiling face suddenly turned gloomy.

Over the years, his experience told him that all Slytherin students must be strictly investigated. There are ten prisoners in Azkaban and eight Slytherins.

That’s it. Isn’t the academy worth reflecting on? Dingti asked, what about this academy?

He would not ignore such a possible problem. He must remind Dumbledore…….

White looked at the more than 500 points scored tonight and was very satisfied. This kind of efficiency is just right!

Keep going. Click on the panel

【Skill: Traceless Stretching Spell [One Level]] Add points!

【Ding, skill: Traceless Stretch Spell [One Hundred Levels, Meson Sumeru] can freely define the size of space and objects within the range, and will strengthen the stability of the selected range.

【Ding, there are skills that can be fused, do you want to fuse them?】

【Fusion!】

【Skill field expansion [1,400 levels, space control]] Huai 1.8 watched the field he highlighted now unfold.

There are displacement effects, coercion effects, gravity control effects, and now there are size changes anywhere. If he were engraved on a round sphere, it would be a Poke Ball.

Sneak into the Forbidden Forest another day and try to catch a weird magical creature. White looked at the panel with a smile.

“who!”

Suddenly, White heard the sound of the door bolt beating. The wand appeared in his hand.

“Oh!”

“Lord White!”

A little Slytherin wizard quickly flashed into the room, taking off his green-patterned wizard robe on the front, revealing his cute off-shoulder pajamas. Pansy ignored White’s wand and twisted to White’s side.

“Mr. White, don’t be so loud. It wouldn’t be good if someone else gets there!”

【☆-v-]!!

What follows is a long string of strange words

【Oh, Lord White, your hands are so small!】

【Mr. White, why do you smell so good?】

【Mr. White, your hands are so cold.】

【Mr. White, your hair smells so good.】

【Mr. White, your eyes are so beautiful.】

【Lord White, I won’t go back tonight】

【White, big man! 】.