Lao Deng did not speak, he just lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.
"Professor Dumbledore!" Professor McGonagall's tone increased a lot, "If you know, you should tell me for reference."
"..."
Lao Deng sighed deeply, took off his half-moon glasses, threw them weakly on the table, and rubbed his eyes.
"I don't know what it is..."
Dumbledore's voice seemed a little hoarse, and his lowered head made it difficult to see his expression. His whole person exuded a deep sadness.
"Of course, I've seen it, I've seen it so many times, I'm so familiar with it."
As he spoke, he chuckled lightly, his smile full of bitterness.
Old Deng raised his head and looked at Professor McGonagall and Anton, "When a mother gives birth to a child, there will be this kind of black line between her and the child. When a person's soul is hurt, this kind of black line can also be seen in the cracks.
Wire......"
"Of course, these are just some subtle observations. I have seen them in full."
He pursed his lips, smiled sadly, and finally calmed down, "There is a curse on the Dumbledore family!"
Anton and Professor McGonagall suddenly opened their eyes, wondering why Dumbledore suddenly started talking about this.
"Well......"
Old Deng's face was as calm as a black lake, and his old fingers unconsciously turned the strange ring in his hand quickly, "It's not a wizard who cursed our Dumbledore family, this is actually a pure-blood family.
After the tribes intermarry with each other, one generation after another comes to an end."
"Our descendants of the Dumbledore family are particularly prone to the emergence of the Obscurial."
"Being extremely sensitive to magic is originally a good thing. It means that we can become powerful wizards more easily."
"But due to excessively keen perception, we members of the Dumbledore family only need a little touch to give birth to Obscurus in our bodies more easily than anyone else."
"My sister and my nephew all did the same thing one after another."
"It was Aberforth who discovered this terrible thing. He carefully explained the rationale to me, hoping not to pass on this increasingly obvious harm from generation to generation to the next generation."
"He regretted that he had offspring and caused Credence's life of misery."
"The Obscurus is an extremely repressive black magic power. When the Obscurus and the Obscurus in the body merge into one, it will completely transform into the complete form of the Obscurus."
"An amorphous mass of black lines that looks like smoke, with red lightning emerging from it."
As he spoke, Dumbledore raised his hand and tapped the strange ring on his finger. Suddenly, a black mist floated out of the ring.
The mist was twisting rapidly in mid-air, and the black magic power inside was boiling and twisting crazily, with terrifying red lightning surging from time to time.
"she......"
Dumbledore's eyes were sad, "That's Ariana."
"I've been looking for ways to treat them, but it's no use, no use at all. They seem to be just a ball of energy..."
Dumbledore raised his hand again, and the black mist in mid-air surged, as if being pulled by some powerful suction force, spinning into him
In the ring on the finger.
Anton watched all this in silence. He saw the ring Dumbledore wore on his little finger, which was engraved with "Credence Dumbledore".
"Please forgive my selfishness, it was an Obscurus born from an Obscurial I didn't know." Dumbledore took off a ring from a finger of his left hand and put it in Anton's hand.
"I'll give it to you. You can take it and study it, but please be kind to her. This is also a poor child."
Anton looked down at the ring in his hand curiously. It looked like a silver ring, a bit gray and black in color, with a weird shape. The relief on it had some kind of wonderful magic lines. Opposite the relief, there was engraved
One name, Aki Abra.
"This is a high-end application of the Traceless Stretching Spell, coupled with alchemy skills. This technique is called a 'jar for storing souls'." Dumbledore introduced.
"It's like Aladdin's magic lamp in the fairy tale. If you rub the ring back and forth 10 times, it will be released. If you rub the ring back and forth 3 times, it will be taken back again."
"Cool!" Anton exclaimed.
Now, Anton already has 6 materials for research on the black line of the soul, one is himself, one is the magical image that reproduces Voldemort's wandering soul, one is a dementor, one is a mandrake, and one is a memory planet
The black line on the ring, and the Obscurus in the ring.
"Books, rings, in return..." Dumbledore looked at the girl in the portrait with a gentle face, "You have to release her from the portrait, no matter what, you must do it."
So just like that, Professor McGonagall led Anton to the door, mumbling, "Anton, I hope you take this matter seriously. She is still a child and has an unlimited future. She should not be trapped.
In the portrait."
"Of course, I promised."
Anton nodded.
Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and looked back at Dumbledore, "You two are very similar sometimes. You always have a lot of things to do, so you neglect some things that others think are important."
"Hehehe..." Anton smiled awkwardly and scratched his head.
"correct!"
Anton suddenly looked back at Dumbledore, "The curse of the Dumbledore family you just mentioned is due to the thousands of years of marriage within the pure-blood family, which eventually led to them becoming extremely sensitive to magic..."
Dumbledore nodded, "What do you think you have in mind?"
"Yes." Anton raised his eyebrows, "As you know, I am studying Animagus, and I have gone so far as to superimpose the bloodline of magical animals for wizards."
"so......"
Anton raised his index and middle fingers and made a "yeah" sign.
"There are two solutions. One is to superimpose some kind of magical animal bloodline on the descendants of the Dumbledore family that will weaken the sensitivity to magic. The other is to do the opposite and deprive part of the wizard bloodline."
"If it's the latter, I can refer to the witch tribe's method of cultivating combat witches and white bear mates to find a research direction."
Anton chuckled, "You see, everything is not unsolvable. I have always been good at finding solutions to problems, rather than just destroying them and not having children cut off their bloodline."
Dumbledore looked at Anton in shock, "This..."
Anton shrugged, "I mean, if you or your brother still intend to continue the bloodline of the Dumbledore family, I can also help research magic."
"Merlin's beard!" Dumbledore's eyes widened, he looked at Anton in disbelief, and pointed at his old cheeks, "My brother and I are already over a hundred years old!"
"Pfft!" Professor McGonagall couldn't help but laughed.
Before Dumbledore could get angry, Anton had already run out of the office, and faint laughter could be heard from outside the corridor, "Quack, quack, quack..."
"You...I..." Dumbledore, who had always been wise and eloquent, actually gestured with his hands speechlessly for the first time, unable to say anything.
Professor McGonagall gave this old friend a narrow look and said, "Albus, I think you can seriously consider this matter!"
"!!!"
Dumbledore was completely speechless.
"whee......"
Professor McGonagall also walked out with a snicker.