Chapter 122 Dumbledore Stands with His Hands on His Hips and Gets angryJPG

The future self in heaven has roughly understood everything he said.

Maybe I don’t know the principle, but the result is very clear. As long as I make a magic seed, the future Kaisen timeline that is chasing me will be derived.

And when Kaisen finds his timeline in the future, he will be captured by his timeline and the time rules of the world, and then disappear together with the shattering of the magic seeds.

But the only thing that made him feel uncomfortable was that the mistakes he made would affect three billion people!

"What's wrong with you?" Dumbledore turned around and asked.

Kaisen pursed his lips: "I made a mistake, and now I'm trying to make up for it."

"You didn't..."

"Let's go find trouble with that basilisk first." Kayson shook his head, refused Dumbledore's comfort, and walked directly towards Myrtle's bathroom.

The three of them came to the bathroom. Myrtle was shy and hid in the toilet, obviously not wanting to come out.

Kaysen, on the other hand, carefully inspected every inch of the entire bathroom through his monocle.

Finally, I discovered a little difference on a faucet.

【Metal】【Magic】

"This..." Kaisen walked over and looked at one of the brass faucets with a delicate little snake engraved on it.

Dumbledore also looked over: "Let me think about it...you said Harry was a Parseltongue before, right?"

Kaison nodded, while Lupine on the side was a little confused.

"Huh? What Parseltongue? Harry?"

"That's true." Dumbledore nodded.

Parseltongue is generally passed down based on blood, but of course it can also be said to be passed down based on souls.

Harry may have an ancestor who was a Parseltongue, and the gift of Parseltongue was not revealed until his generation.

But this explanation is a bit far-fetched. After all, the Potter family is well-known in the magical world. I have never heard of any ancestor of the Potter family having the talent of Parseltongue. Even if it is true, it is unlikely that it is still possible today. Only then was it revealed.

If this talent is not passed down from the bloodline, it can only come from the day after tomorrow, such as... foreign soul contamination, and passively learned Parseltongue...

Soul stained... soul torn apart, Horcruxes, Voldemort... Horcruxes!

If Harry's Parseltongue comes from Voldemort, it proves that Voldemort can also speak Parseltongue, and an alchemical object whose depth cannot be discerned with his magical attainments can only be a kind of knowledge blind spot for him. situation...

Boom...boom...

Dumbledore was a little confused as he looked at Kaysen who unceremoniously dug two holes in the wall and discovered a huge pipe.

"...You are destroying the wall of Hogwarts." He sighed. Not only was he destroying the wall, but Kaysen directly and shamelessly interrupted his thinking. ...

in short...

He seems very useless.

[Dumbledore gets angry with his hands on his hips. 】

[Forgive me for not finding the picture...the ones I found have subtitles. 】

"Okay, let's go in...Wait a minute, Lupin, put this on." Just as he was about to jump off, Kaysen didn't forget to take out a pair of glasses from his pocket and hand them to Lupin.

"What's the use of this thing?"

"It can save your life when you look at the basilisk."

"Thank you."

Lupine also put on his glasses, and the two jumped into the pipe one after another.

Dumbledore poked his head around, apparently disgusted with the dirty pipes, and directly used Disapparation.

............................

"So who can answer me, why are you all still graceful, but only me?" Lupine looked at Kayson and Dumbledore, who were still neatly dressed in the Slytherin chamber, and then looked at himself who was in a mess.

"Oh...I can fly, Dumbledore teleports...but you really play on the slide, there's nothing you can do about it." Kaysen said with a shrug.

“…..”

Dumbledore looked up at the huge secret room: "As expected, this is Slytherin's secret room. We just need to wait and see."

"Sit back and wait... What do you think of this plan?" Lupine asked quietly next to Kayson.

"You want me to tell you? I think Dumbledore is confused."

"Ahem..." The client whom Kaisen was commenting on coughed twice in embarrassment.

"Why...Wow...Dumbledore, do you want to look back at that awesome-looking thing behind you?"

Dumbledore shook his head: "If you really have the idea of ​​murdering the headmaster, I suggest you start with Minerva."

"Then you still won't run?" Kaysen said, taking out his wand, and the elements of death gathered on the tip of his wand.

On the other side, Lupine didn't move forward at all. He started flying towards the basilisk with an eye curse at zero frame.

Almost instantly, the originally round eyes of the basilisk shriveled up and lost any luster.

The death element accumulated in Kaisen's staff on the other side also hit the basilisk's huge head in time.

It didn't take more than fifteen seconds from the appearance of the basilisk to the death of the basilisk. The culprit 0.5 who had terrorized Hogwarts for most of the semester was lying on the ground.

"Severus will like the corpse of this giant basilisk very much." Dumbledore said cheerfully with his hands on his hips.

"Yes, I have no doubt... But can our headmaster condescend to help us find Voldemort's notebook?"

Lupin looked at Dumbledore in confusion after listening to Kaisen's shocking words.

"What Voldemort?"

Kaisen came over at the right time and put his arm around Lupin's shoulders, and walked to the corner and whispered.

"That's right... Dumbledore, don't you know it?"

"He has this habit."

"Yes, or I say that the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts has some meaning."

Dumbledore looked at the two people who were plotting loudly in the corner in silence, took off his glasses helplessly, and pinched his nose.

Originally, Kaisen had no respect for him, uh... Although he also did some of it, he originally wanted to recruit Lupin who admired him to neutralize it.

Unexpectedly, Lupin was assimilated by Kaisen?

This means that next semester he will have to face two professors who have little respect for him...

When Dumbledore thought of this, he felt that his future was bleak and he probably wouldn't be able to sleep well next semester.