Whenever someone pronounces this name, he will feel something in his heart.
Otherwise, just because of his fierceness, people would not dare to scold him in person. The reason why they dare not say that name is because it will indeed bring substantial danger.
According to Dumbledore's speculation, the owner of the underground palace is likely to have the same experience as Voldemort——
They are also suffering in the world in a state of neither death nor life.
The difference is that the owner of the underground palace endured this pain for much longer than Voldemort.
"This reform more than 3,300 years ago ultimately failed. After the death of Amenhotep IV, the Aton faction was purged. Dumbledore speculated that it was during this purge that the owner of the underground palace
Sent here."
While Bill took out pieces of parchment from his pocket, he threw out two more words, "alive."
"Living sacrifice? It's not new in ancient Egypt. So you guys put in a lot of effort last time." Speaking of this common Egyptian bad habit, Aini suddenly felt that the air around him was inexplicably colder.
Think about it, more than three thousand years ago, the owner of the underground palace was like Voldemort, whose soul still remained in the world after the life was cut off.
But he cannot accumulate strength like Voldemort for resurrection.
Instead, he was sealed in his body by a special barrier and alchemical products, unable to leave, but his consciousness remained awake.
Judging from the fact that some of the magic patterns in the room are still functioning, that period may have lasted for at least a thousand years. Just thinking about it makes people feel like they are in a nightmare.
I wonder what would happen if I collected a few Horcruxes, cast them into lead blocks and threw them into the sea?
An idea suddenly appeared in Aini's mind, but after thinking about it for a while, he gave up.
Not to mention whether the main soul floating in the outside world will be affected, this method is too sinister. Speaking of which, Lao Fu doesn't have any deep hatred for himself, so it's not like this.
"Click click..."
Thousands of miles away, a little mouse with confused eyes suddenly shivered a few times and looked around for no apparent reason.
It seems to be relatively safe, but what was that strange omen in my heart just now?
Forget it, just be careful. It would be unlucky to possess a mouse and eat bugs. If you are eaten again soon, the hard work of the past half month will be in vain.
Alas, it’s really sad to talk about ‘again’.
In the underground palace, Bill took out a colored crystal ball and threw it forward. As soon as the ball touched the stone bricks, it sank into it, and then a layer of light green light spread out, rendering a large area of the ground under his feet.
Then various colors spread out from the green edge, some independent, some intertwined with each other, making it dazzling.
"The green color represents safety. It is the harmless area we determined when we came last time. The red area contains a curse that has not yet expired. The silver lines are the current magical veins."
Ani looked around and saw that the silver lines matched the perceived magical threads perfectly. It seemed that this crystal ball was most likely the work of Dumbledore.
The power of this old man is not only reflected in a few fields. Except for black magic, in other mainstream magic categories, it is difficult to say who does it better than him.
Of course, except for alchemy, Nico Flamel is naturally recognized as the number one person in the wizarding world. After all, except this legend who has lived for more than 600 years, who can refine another magic stone? p>
"An amazing invention." Aini praised it. It seems that the two of them spent a lot of thought on the first phase of exploration.
"I'm just doing it." Bill doesn't take credit. He is a humble and reliable person.
"The last time I came here, there was a huge amount of negative energy condensed in the underground palace. Dumbledore spent a lot of effort to dispel it. I'm ashamed to say that before that, I would feel a sense of impending disaster as long as I stepped into this place. For a second
I can’t stay any longer.”
Aini had no intention of taking it lightly when he heard this. Even if it was just a few words passed down from the dark ages, it could be seen how in-depth the Egyptian wizards were in their research on the soul.
I'm afraid even Voldemort can't imprison other people's souls.
For the ancient Egyptian wizards three or four thousand years ago, achieving this was not something worth boasting about.
"So why did Dumbledore call us here?" Aini's eyes kept wandering around. It was obvious that before the magic power failed, various magic patterns wrapped the underground palace tightly, leaving no dead ends.
But now, due to the lack of magic power supply, most of the magic circles and barriers have been worn away by time and become traces of history.
It's like a giant frozen elephant in a glacier. Even if the ice melts away from its body, it can't continue to gallop on the earth.
"It's a bit complicated. Let him explain it to you later." Bill took out a pocket watch and looked at it. Dumbledore should be back soon.
"Okay." Aini responded, thinking that Lao Dengtou would not be unintentional. Maybe this place that was not mentioned in the original work would bring some surprises to him.
"Anyway, I still have time, can you teach me to recognize some hieroglyphs?" Seeing Bill able to read the writing on the wall freely, Ani couldn't help but feel a little jealous.
"Of course there is no problem. In fact, hieroglyphics are not very difficult." Bill pointed to the small square aside, which contained a bird and several abstract symbols.
"These hieroglyphics look very messy, but they are very regular. To put it simply, those that can be linked to physical objects are mostly related to the meaning of the words. Look at the three vertical lines on the lower right, which are a type of functional symbols.
The word "representative" is plural..."
Bill indeed has a talent for teaching and educating people. In just a short time, the reliefs that originally dazzled Aini gradually became more orderly.
As the teaching continued, Aini became more and more satisfied with the teacher.
For Bill, the young man behind him who suddenly transformed from a colleague to a student was also extremely satisfying to him.
You can remember the knowledge well after just one lecture, and all the key points will be understood once explained, which makes teaching a very fulfilling experience.
"Ha, it seems that the young men have not wasted their time. I'm sorry, I'm a step late." Following the voice, the seemingly old white wizard strode into the underground palace.
"I'm sorry. I should have checked it out first." Bill looked at the beam of light coming from the hole. He was so engrossed just now that not only did the two of them miss lunch, but they also didn't make any preliminary preparations.
"No, you did very well, very well." Dumbledore waved his hand to interrupt Bill's next words, "In my opinion, you did what a wizard should do most." p>
Bill and Ani looked at each other, then looked at Dumbledore thoughtfully.
"For wizards, I prefer to understand it this way. It does not simply refer to those who can cast spells." Dumbledore folded his hands on his abdomen, with a smile on his face.
"Collecting knowledge, organizing knowledge, extracting knowledge, and disseminating knowledge, only those who can do these things can be considered a true wizard." The old man waved his hands happily, as if to thank the two young people for not forgetting to teach in the ruins.
Applause for behavior.
"And if you can improve and innovate the old knowledge on this basis, then maybe you can add a prefix to the left of your name..."