Bill, who was nearest, felt like he was surrounded by despair.
Loneliness.
Long loneliness.
The never-ending loneliness.
Just like a candle in the endless darkness, it seems to be extinguished, but it is still shining brightly.
What a torment it is for the candle wick.
"Stand back!" Dumbledore shouted, pointing his wand away from the crystal ball in Ani's hand.
Even if there is no blessing and a loud voice, the powerful shout can still shock people's hearts.
But to Bill's ears, Dumbledore's voice seemed to be enveloped by a layer of water, making it vaguely unclear.
There seemed to be countless gazes piercing him from all around. He couldn't find the owner of the gaze, and found that everything around him seemed to be the owner of the gaze.
The stone bricks, wall carvings, corridor columns, and domes, including the grains of sand that were lying peacefully on the ground just now, are now filled with malicious intent.
In a state of confusion, Bill suddenly felt that only death was the real relief.
"Calling the gods to protect you!"
Bill vaguely saw a silver phoenix flying rapidly, but before he could see it clearly, it exploded into a sky full of light and dust, filling his entire field of vision.
"Ani, maintain the crystal ball. Siphon!" After Ani heard Dumbledore's instructions, the old man's backhand on the crystal ball also activated, and the magic power that had just surged out poured back at a faster speed.
, a crack exploded in the crystal ball in an instant.
At this moment, Bill suddenly felt that the sky was clear and the earth was clear, and his five senses, which seemed to have been covered up, returned to normal.
Then, he heard an indescribable howling sound. The misery and despair in it made Bill mistakenly think that someone put a ball of ice mice on his tailbone, and the deceiving cold air went all the way up and straight to the back of his head.<
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"Damn, it's better not to be able to hear." Bill complained subconsciously, but he also knew that if he hadn't been able to get out of that weird state in time, he might have put a wand on his chin now.
Shattered to pieces.
"Armor for protection." Bill had been a spell-breaker for some years, so he cheered up and cast an armor spell on himself, and hurriedly ran towards Aini.
"Ani, use the protective spell quickly." Bill shouted loudly, but his little friend seemed to be frightened, holding the crystal ball and staying in place, seemingly unaware of everything around him.
Notice.
At this time, Aini's mind was completely immersed in the crystal ball, and the surging magic power was like a torrent that broke down the embankment and destroyed the dam, vowing to destroy everything in front of him.
He had no choice but to observe the condition of the crystal ball through the perspective brought by magic perception, and constantly used his own magic power to protect it to prevent the ball from exploding in his hands in the next second.
Dumbledore's plan was very effective. Now the fragments of the Sorcerer's Stone at the core of the sphere have begun to transform into silver gray, occupying almost one third of the top left side.
These impurities that follow the magic power and return it should be the remaining spiritual will of the underground palace director, or it is more appropriate to call it memory and obsession.
Even if the underground palace is destroyed, as long as the remaining memory can be completely captured with the magic stone, this trip to Egypt will be considered a success.
They will also lift off the ancient veils on the faces of many ancient Egyptian beauties, which have isolated history for more than a thousand years.
Of course, the premise is that before the return of magic power is completed, the crystal ball will not disintegrate first, and the spiritual body will not be given a chance to escape.
It is impossible for him to escape. Ani believes in Dumbledore's strength. Even if he has zero awareness of the outside world now, since the old man has not come to help him stabilize the crystal ball, he must be doing more important things. p>
This is also true. The patron saint curse that seems to be exploding in the scream of the soul has permeated the entire underground palace, and is now shrinking in scope with the continuous return of magic power.
The spiritual body hidden in the underground palace tried to escape several times, but was rebounded hard by the silver mist.
"Click!"
Although Aini's magic power helped offset part of the pressure, the crystal ball still exploded with a crack under the impact of the mixed magic power that was pushed back.
And the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth cracks have also exploded at a faster speed.
Seeing that the crystal ball was full of cracks and was about to completely collapse at any time, the expression on Aini's face suddenly relaxed.
Magic recycling is over.
When the last wave of purple-red light returned to the sphere, the patron saint mist also swarmed up, sealing the crystal ball that was about to shatter.
Done!
Ani held the crystal ball in front of his eyes. After being wrapped in silver mist, the visibility of the translucent sphere became lower and lower, but it could still be seen that the fragments of the magic stone in the core had completely changed color.
It has to be said that the ancient Egyptians were really good at architecture. Even after three thousand years and being repeatedly messed with several times today, the underground palace is still intact, and there is no common drama of the ruins collapsing after finding a treasure.
But after confiscating the remaining spiritual body, his coffin also appeared in place, giving off a smell of dryness and decay.
"Young men, maybe it's time to talk in another place." Dumbledore waved to the two of them and disappeared with them.
The ancient underground palace trembled slightly, perhaps recalling the long-lost noise just now.
"Ugh!"
Although he was already very proficient at apparating, Bill couldn't help but start retching after reaching his destination.
This is because he was just following Dumbledore's Apparition, otherwise he wouldn't have retched a few times.
Thanks to the friendship and dedication of Little Phoenix, Aini's sense of space is much more sensitive and intuitive than ordinary wizards.
He was very sure that the distance of this space movement was nearly 400 miles. Coupled with the vague sense of space position, Aini had roughly guessed the location.
"Salum?" he said as he thought of it. Aini did not choose to hide his clumsiness. On the one hand, it was unnecessary, and on the other hand, it would also deepen Dumbledore's expectations for him.
After all, as long as the old man lives, he will be a tall man who has to carry the sky. Aini only needs to develop steadily step by step.
Giving him more anticipation and letting him feel more nostalgia has become Aini's daily habitual task. You have to give it a try to know whether it works or not.
"A keen talent." Dumbledore's eyes lit up after hearing Aini's words. This child is always refreshing his knowledge.
Lao Dengtou was not surprised by the obvious difference in status between Aini and Bill at this time.
Strong physical fitness plays a great role in resisting space pressure. Coupled with excellent space talent, Aini's performance is naturally much better than Bill's.
"Actually, what I perceive is not that clear."
Ani scratched his hair, pointed to the candy box in Dumbledore's hand and continued: "But if you want to use the portkey to travel across the country, naturally Salum is the place where the two countries meet, as well as the land and sea.
Most appropriate."
Dumbledore was even more satisfied after hearing this, and a certain thought in his heart was even more shaken.