Chapter 111 Dumbledore's Pain

In the silent bedroom, under the pale moonlight, only Dumbledore's tiny but clear voice echoed in Sean's ears.

"I always thought that the blood curse and silence might be in a 'competitive state', which is a kind of opposition between curse magic and dark magic, a kind of competition between the two magic powers, but recently I discovered that I was wrong. "

Dumbledore sighed deeply: "Ao Rui controlled Mo Ran, with some help from me, I found a way to temporarily suppress the power of Mo Ran, and Ao Rui is very special , under that kind of suppression, he finally learned how to control Mo Ran.

"Actually, I was a little proud at first. Although not every obscurant is as special as Orri, I can at least provide them with some help, so that the life of the obscurant can be longer, so that when they erupt in obscurity It hurts less—that's what I thought, and that's what I did to little Daisy."

Sean saw that Dumbledore's face was full of remorse.

"However, I didn't realize the special nature of the blood curse. It brought out the nature of a beast, and the suppressed silence gradually regarded that consciousness as another host..."

Sean opened his mouth slightly, showing an expression of disbelief.

Silently combined with the blood curse? !

Dumbledore's next words confirmed his conjecture: "Daisy's body silently and quietly divided into two parts, one part entangled Daisy's consciousness, and the other part was the animal brought by the blood curse. Wildness dominates..."

"When Daisy changed into another form, Momo, which was already uncontrollable, became even wilder. That force crazily hurt Daisy herself, and also crazily wanted to destroy everything around her. But under my suppression Now, that madness has not been revealed, and none of us have noticed that something is wrong..."

Sean and Dumbledore fell silent together.

Looking at the self-reproaching old man, Sean said softly: "Professor, it wasn't your fault. If it wasn't for your suppression, maybe it would have been earlier..."

Dumbledore smiled weakly: "You are so considerate, Sean, Lily told me the same thing...but I can't forgive myself, an old man who has studied magic for hundreds of years can't even save a little girl, and……"

The old man lowered his head: "Sean, did I tell you? I have a younger sister..."

Sean didn't speak, he could hear the pain in Dumbledore's tone.

"Her name is Arianna, just like Daisy, she suffered a lot, and my incompetent brother, I haven't rescued her until now..."

Dumbledore looked up, and Sean saw an extremely complicated expression flashing through the old man's light blue eyes.

"Professor, I'm sorry..."

"No, Sean, you don't have to feel sorry," Dumbledore rubbed his eyes, and he smiled again, "I always think that we need to learn to examine ourselves, and we need to understand the mistakes we have made. Admit it, and make amends."

He stood up straight, and became the great wizard who made people unconsciously want to be convinced at a glance: "Before I make up for that mistake, I have to solve the most recent mistake."

Dumbledore looked at Sean: "Help me, kid."

"Of course, Professor."

A golden flame flickered again in midair, and Dumbledore reached into the flame.

"Sean, reach out."

Sean stretched out his hand. He was a little puzzled. Dumbledore's teleportation ability in Hogwarts Castle obviously came from the Phoenix, but until now, he had never seen the real body of Phoenix Fox.

You know, he has been to the principal's office many times, and the perch over there is always empty.

His hand reached into the golden flames, and immediately, Xiao En's eyes widened, and he subconsciously wanted to pull out his palm.

"Sean, don't worry." Dumbledore said softly from the side.

"professor?"

"This is a very long story. After Daisy can go to school normally,

Maybe I'll tell you sometime. ’ Dumbledore smiled.

Sean fell silent. He glanced at the golden-red flame, and his breathing became a little short.

Just now, what he grabbed was not the tail feathers of the phoenix, but a warm and soft hand!

A warm feeling enveloped Sean, and the flames burned, and he and Dumbledore disappeared in place at once.

They teleported outside the school, and Dumbledore stretched out a hand: "Sean, you don't seem to have been apparated by anyone?"

"Yes, Professor." Sean was still looking around, he wanted to see who it was that teleported himself and Dumbledore outside the school.

Dumbledore smiled: "Then you'd better hold on to me, it's not a good feeling - I almost threw up the first time."

Sean, who found no trace of the flame, quickly grabbed Dumbledore's right hand.

Then, the surroundings suddenly became pitch black, he seemed to be squeezed into a ball by a giant in his hand, there was a great squeeze feeling from all directions, and even the eyeballs seemed to be drilled into his body Same.

This is much more uncomfortable than a Portkey...

When he opened his tearful eyes, he realized that he was already standing in front of a building.

It was a tall classical villa, which was built against the mountain, and looked gloomy and dilapidated under the moonlight.

"St. Mungo can't stay here any longer. We can't take the lives of other patients lightly. This is the legacy of an uncle of Sirius, and he generously contributed it." Dumbledore explained, and then led Sean to the hospital. Go to the villa.

He picked up the mottled door knocker and knocked twice, and someone came and opened the door immediately.

"Professor," Sirius opened the door with a serious expression, "is he here?"

Dumbledore stepped away, revealing Shaun behind him.

"Sean, thank you very, very much." Sirius shook Sean's hand heavily.

"Oh, Harry is my friend, please don't be so polite." Sean smiled back at him.

Following Sirius into the room, there were already many people standing in the living room.

James Potter, whom he had seen once, was standing by the bonfire with a serious face. Beside him, a short, fat middle-aged man was talking about something.

The reception table in the living room was used as a dispensing table, Lily Potter was busy in front of a cauldron, and a round-faced couple was looking at the potion and talking.

Sean recognized them right away. The two looked very similar to Neville, so they must be the Longbottoms.

In the corner of the bonfire, a man with prosthetic limbs was drinking, his face was covered with scars, a normal black eye was small and shiny; the other prosthetic eye was like a coin, with a blue one in the middle Eyeballs flip back and forth.

Probably Mad-Eye Moody.

As soon as a few people came in, Moody's fake eyes turned, and he stood up with the others.

"Professor, you are here." James shook Dumbledore's hand across the crowd, and then solemnly said to Sean, "Thank you very much, Sean."

Lily, who came from the cauldron, took her husband's arm. Her face looked very pale, and her lips were dry and peeled.

"Shawn, thank you..."