The gleaming brilliance enveloped the devil's bait, and after a few breaths, the scales and the book disappeared without a trace.
At the same time, three crystal stones, two large and one small, appeared on the spot.
Wish spell, this is Aini's final choice.
Those who mess up their minds cannot be kept!
The knowledge from another world can be said to be the most tangled choice Aini has ever faced. On the one hand, it is an extremely emotional desire, and on the other hand, it is a rational warning.
Although he was extremely reluctant to give up, Aini still firmly chose the latter.
Magic is beautiful, powerful, and arbitrary. Magic is also dangerous.
Before reaching out, you must first understand whether the beautiful color is an intoxicating fragrance or an unsolvable poison.
When many people look at Dumbledore, they always focus on his unpredictable strength, his achievements, or his various academic achievements.
I think it is the White Wizard's unparalleled talent, and it is these things that others cannot do that make him great.
But only a handful of close friends and confidants know that what Dumbledore is most proud of is exactly what everyone can do - self-discipline.
The road ahead is long, but as long as you keep walking unswervingly towards your goal, even if you fail to reach the top in the end, you will at least be able to look down on your past self forever.
The road to magic is mysterious and boundless. The longer you travel and the farther you go, the more beautiful and charming the scenery becomes.
The scenery that goes straight forward is charming, the scenery that deviates from the right path is charming, and sometimes the scenery that goes backwards and falls down looks even more charming.
Self-discipline is not rebellion against nature, but persistence.
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"Stick to your heart, this is a wise choice, Ani."
Dumbledore pushed up his glasses and said in a brisk voice.
"Haha, it's just that I'm not strong enough and there are some things I want to do but don't dare to do."
Facing the old principal's praise, Aini gave a bitter smile. If his strength could defeat Loparoda's true form, not to mention a few books, even the green dragon would have to be captured and squeezed out the last drop of oil.
To be honest, even though the prize in exchange for the foreign books was extremely precious, Aini was still unwilling to do so.
This unwillingness has nothing to do with gains and losses, but stems from the weakness of Blue Star creatures when facing alien gods.
"Clear understanding is the prerequisite for self-discipline, and the foresight of the arrogant is just a loft in the sky."
Dumbledore was quite satisfied with Aini's choice. He sipped Lin Lu happily and handed Aini a small bottle containing silver mist.
"This is the remaining memory of the Egyptian priest. After reading it, you will be glad you made your decision."
The smile on the old man's face couldn't help but expand. This was the fundamental reason for his joy.
During Ani's first summer vacation at Hogwarts, he sealed a remnant soul when he went on an expedition to Egypt with Bill and Dumbledore. However, there were too many traps in it. It wasn't until a few days ago that the old headmaster completely cleaned them up.
Useful information was extracted harmoniously.
After all, as the headmaster of Hogwarts and the chief mage of the Wizengamot, Dumbledore certainly cannot devote all his energy to an ancient memory, although he is very curious about it.
The same was true for Aini. The curiosity that had been suppressed before handing in the foreign books became even more agitated.
With Dumbledore's endorsement and without any warning from his spiritual sense, Ani pulled out the stopper after taking the vial and probed the tentacles of his mind into the world of more than three thousand years ago.
Even if his current thinking speed and mental strength far exceed those in the past, he still cannot read through decades of a spellcaster's life in a short period of time.
So he just glanced at it briefly, then gathered his energy and fastened the stopper again.
This is a very detailed memory analysis, with concise remarks on each important node location.
The owner of the memory, Aini can only be called the priest because all information about the name has been stripped away.
Name magic was the specialty of ancient Egyptian priests, and it also gave rise to a profound and complex school - the long-lost traceology.
Although their mainstream inheritance has disappeared for a long time, their shadow can still be seen in all aspects of the magical world.
For those highly accomplished ancient Egyptian priests, even his name, image, and even a graffiti left behind might have unpredictable magical effects.
It took Dumbledore a lot of effort to remove the above-mentioned suspicious things.
Modern wizards know very little about name magic, and it would be a bit reluctant to say that they have only a little knowledge. A large part of the reason why Dumbledore is so proud of analyzing the memory of the remnant soul is that it records the origin of trace science.
Traceology, or the original name magic, is not an original native product of Blue Star.
Like the series of books Loparoda threw to Aini, an ancient spellcaster gained knowledge of foreign lands.
The theory that was completely different from Blue Star's magic system was so mysterious that he was obsessed with it and couldn't extricate himself.
The people of Jin watched chess, and when Ke died, the world changed.
The priest studies the law, but he himself is corrupted.
The clay tablet became heavier and heavier in his hands, and the further he walked on the path of magic, the less end he could see.
So the original name magic was born. He spread his knowledge and spread his name across the ancient country.
I hope to wake up one day and continue my unfinished research.
There is no more information about the founder in my memory, but sometimes there is no news, which is the same kind of reply.
But even if the founder is lost, the development of trace science has not stopped, and the ingenuity of generations has built up a splendid civilization.
A country of spellcasters where magic goes deep into people's livelihood and national economy.
Until one day, their thirst for knowledge led them to explore the outside world, and then a large gap appeared in their memory, followed by the collapse of civilization.
"Huh~"
Aini let out a sigh of relief. His curiosity did not match his strength.
"Have you finished reading? Sorry, I should have shared all the memories in the remnant soul with them, but the information about that disaster is too dangerous, and I must block it."
Dumbledore showed an apologetic smile, but his tone was very firm.
"Oh, of course, of course, I understand that when you are staring into the abyss, the abyss is also staring into you."
Aini shrugged indifferently. Even though he had a memory palace that could seal risky information, he didn't want to just stuff toxic memories into his mind.
"Thank you for your understanding, Aini. Then please continue to consider an old man's lack of energy and help make a copy of the memory and bring it to Bill."
The old man handed Aini an empty bottle, smiled very happily, and then conveyed this happiness to Aini in one sentence.
"I have good news for you. Miss Vanney has fully recovered and returned to Hogwarts to continue her studies."