Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18.

Chapter 178 Fancy Ancient Magic

Another potion of healing was violently stabbed into her heart by Harry. Without a slow-release agent, the potion injected into the heart quickly flowed through the whole body with the blood, and Harry broke her bones familiarly , to return those broken bones to their correct position.

In just ten seconds, the rag doll that was originally lying on the operating bed returned to its full human form. After the mandible was repaired and returned to its original position, the silent doll on the platform on the bed let out a few murmurs of unknown meaning.

As if coughing, she vomited out a mouthful of blackened blood.

"Did someone ask you to kill me?"

Harry thoughtfully wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth for her, and asked the first question calmly.

"Yes."

A trance-like cold voice sounded, and Cassandra stared blankly at the ceiling with out-of-focus eyes, the veritaserum potion had fully taken effect.

"It's Vol."

"Call him Tom." Dumbledore's voice cut in abruptly. "Names can be protected by magic. Sometimes, we need to be more cautious." He glanced at Harry and reminded him softly.

"Thank you Professor." Harry nodded, "I was negligent."

Dumbledore was indeed more thoughtful than Harry. In the Muggle world, simply naming a person would not lead to anything, but in the wizarding world, this is different. They cannot rule out the fact that Nagini said ' Would Voldemort' have activated some kind of insurance that was left on her.

Harry is not so easy to be tricked, what he showed last year is enough for Voldemort to take it seriously, but what he didn't expect was that Harry's growth rate exceeded his imagination, after all, this guy was very serious from the very beginning. He didn't work hard in the direction of a serious wizard. To be honest, Harry's current level of magic is not as effective as the straight up with his fists.

After all, Voldemort underestimated Harry's growth. Even though he had already substituted his own genius template into his imagination, the two of them did not follow the same path. A little misjudgment would lead to a world of difference in the results. Dumbledore could not Guaranteed to be a chaotic and funny comparison, Voldemort's heat is even worse than Dumbledore's.

With Dumbledore's reminder and supplement, Harry started the questioning in an orderly manner. The effect of Veritaserum was quite guaranteed. After all, Snape's products must be high-quality goods, and aside from this dark and bubbling corrupt entry that is hard to swallow Besides, the rest are all golden buff entries.

The whole story was filled in through the patient and detailed questioning of the old and the young, supplemented by Dumbledore's exquisite Legilimency, and a complete story was sorted out in this way.

"Professor, I don't know if you have read "Journey to the West". I didn't expect that my handsome guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, in Tom's eyes, is actually a Tang monk with delicate skin and tender meat. After eating, I can live forever."

Harry tilted his mouth, and let out a 'hehe' with a half-smile.

Voldemort did have a good idea, and he was well prepared for it. If the person he was targeting was not Harry, but someone else in Hogwarts, maybe Dumbledore would be there too. The ship capsized in the gutter, no one expected that he had found a genius way to transfer the death curse of the basilisk to Nagini.

You can directly kill your opponent just by making eye contact. This secretive and ruthless method is even more difficult to guard against than the Avada Kedavra Curse. Only phoenixes and unicorns are naturally highly resistant to black magic. Only powerful "holy" magical creatures can have high enough immunity, and wizards with physical fitness and magical talent belong to the last batch of existences among magical creatures, and there is no possibility of resistance at all.

Perhaps the awakened have the ability to resist this instant death, but this also needs to be questioned. Harry thinks that he can't bear this instant death curse at all.

"Although I haven't read it, I will look for it later." Dumbledore seemed a little curious about it. "Can eating human flesh make you immortal? What a weird story."

"Mythological novels, you can write anything, but I guess the English translation is a bit hard to find. I heard that you can speak more than 100 languages, professor. Have you ever studied Chinese?"

"A little bit." Dumbledore gestured, "Normal communication is fine. I occasionally attend meetings of the International Federation of Wizards. The official language is Chinese."

"I've also learned their spells."

"Then teach me?" Harry's curiosity arose immediately. Professor Flitwick had told him that the mediums for casting spells in different countries were mostly the same, but the spells were very different, and the working principles were also different. It is the same, even if it is magic with the same effect, there are not small differences in the way it is expressed, but this year's duel competition is still four months away, and Harry has not seen wizards from other places.

"Cough cough~"

Dumbledore cleared his throat, then snapped his fingers, the ceiling of the principal's room suddenly opened, and he could see the starry night sky as soon as he looked up.

He drew the Elder Wand, but instead of transforming it into his favorite Desert Eagle, it became a long sword without a scabbard.

"I learned it when I went to the ancient magic exchange meeting. Although they don't use this type of spell now, I feel that this kind of spell-casting medium is more handsome than a gun."

Dumbledore drew a beautiful sword flower, but he used the European dueling rapier technique, which was a little inconsistent.

"I heard that they also have a plug-in called the sword box, which is different from the magazine. It is used to launch flying swords, but that's fine."

The rustling night wind blew up Dumbledore's robe. At first glance, he really looked like a fairy with white hair and white beard. He spoke, speaking in standard Mandarin, which had passed the tenth grade exam, or in an broadcast accent.

"The Nine Heavens Profound Temple, turned into a divine thunder, radiates the power of the sky, and leads it with a sword!"

A transparent light curtain entwined with thunder and lightning enveloped his body, and accompanied by the sound of thunder and thunder exploding in the clear sky, there appeared the thunder and lightning entwined with the sword body, and a silver light flew out, lighting up a dazzling mass of light in the night sky. silver fireworks.

"Excalibur's True Art of Controlling Thunder." With one hand behind his back, Dumbledore pinched a sword art with the other, and recalled the long sword that had just been thrown out.

"It's very interesting, isn't it." The white-bearded grandfather who was a little bit fairy-like last second turned back to the white-bearded headmaster of Hogwarts, "Although ancient magic is not more delicate than the current magic, it is also very fascinating. Fascinated."

He patted the stunned Harry, and said with a smile on his face, "The world is big, Harry, England is just an insignificant corner of the wizarding world. If you have the chance, it's great to walk around and have a look." Good thing."

"Oh oh!"

Harry, who came to his senses belatedly, was still a little dazed. He really didn't expect such tricks to happen.

"What about the ancient magic in Europe?" He looked at Dumbledore, his eyes full of curiosity. This matter is much more interesting than Nagini's confession. How could that fellow Voldemort have such knowledge in his schemes? Come on for fun.

"That needs to be chanted in Old English. Because of the composition of the language family, there is basically no way for the ancient magic on the European side to continue to be passed on. You can't understand it, but I can translate it."

Dumbledore held a longbow, and Harry thought he would pull out a thick two-handed wand or something, but after thinking about it, the flying sword has a sword case, and that thing can be shot. In the world of AK Rowling, expecting Dumbledore to pull out a slingshot is more likely than pulling out a two-handed wand.

He put his hand on the bowstring. To his surprise, the arm under the sleeve he raised was not the thin arm of the old man, but rather strong and powerful, even with a sharp and angular taste. The hidden Lord.

"Things darker than dusk, redder than blood, appear in the stream of time."

He opened the bowstring little by little, black and red shimmer intertwined on the bowstring, and then shaped it into a slender arrow.

".In the name of the great #￥*&, I swear in the dark that all the stupid things that stand in our way, gather your strength and give them equal destruction."

Dumbledore let go of the bowstring, and a slender black-red beam flew out, however, nothing happened.

"Ancient European magic has been borrowing the power of 'outer gods' for a long time. It is a powerful 'demon god' invented by wizards, which is somewhat similar to Moran, but it is a special existence jointly created by many wizards. It helps wizards to cast spells more effectively, but there are some side effects. What I just used was the divine prayer spell in ancient magic. However, since those outer gods no longer exist, the power of the spell is very small. If it was a thousand years ago, This magic can kill a young dragon with one blow."

After putting down the longbow, Dumbledore explained carefully.

"It sounds very powerful, right? Although this is true, except for the power, it is all shortcomings. The wizards in the past always fell into a disadvantage when fighting against the abyss, and it is also related to the rough way of using magic power in ancient magic."

"This is what we need to learn most now."

Dumbledore raised his hand and waved his Desert Eagle in front of Harry, "The ancient is not necessarily the powerful. The world is constantly updating and growing. Only those who can stand the test and be left behind are the real ones. treasure."

"Okay, it's time to relax and chat." A small note appeared in front of Dumbledore along with the golden and red phoenix flames, and he grabbed it. "Newt's reply came." He glanced at it The note, and then nodded, "Albania is indeed the last stop that Nagini knew."

"They are the same person."

Dumbledore walked to Nagini's side in some silence, and sighed slightly.

"What are you going to do now, Harry?" He raised his head and looked at Harry, who had stopped joking and became serious.

"Of course—" Harry smiled kindly, his white teeth seemed to shine, "and sent him on his way."

(End of this chapter)