Lin Ze was lying on the ground, and the magic power in his body had been sorted out by Dumbledore just now. At this time, the bones and internal organs were recovering at an astonishing speed.
Lin Ze lay in the rubble the whole time, his eyes following the two people floating in the air.
Dumbledore, in the form of a young man, rose out of thin air. His tattered purple robe was blown by the wind, and his auburn hair danced wildly behind him, like a fire burning in the night.
He raised his wand.
A white light exploded out of thin air, as if someone had dragged the sun out of the horizon.
The black vortex behind the man in white was instantly compressed by the white light and collapsed inward. The surface of the giant eye without pupils was cracked with countless fine lines, and the face surging in the black mist let out a shrill scream.
"Dumbledore..."
The man in white's voice trembled for the first time.
"You are just a mortal..."
Dumbledore chuckled and took a step forward.
Then, the space under his feet was like a stone road stepped on by Giant. A large number of cracks appeared, and the cracks exploded in all directions. Lin Ze seemed to hear the groaning sound of the space.
Lin Ze's jaw opened unconsciously.
He has seen Rodna take action, and the sense of oppression is undoubtedly powerful and crushing everything.
But the power displayed by Dumbledore is completely different.
This old man's magic has a simple and crude "I don't want to talk nonsense with you" kind of way, but it is so gorgeous that people can't take their eyes away.
The next moment.
Black light and white light collide again.
The heaven and earth are trembling.
Lin Ze There was only a white light left in front of his eyes, his ears were buzzing, and his mouth was full of the smell of earth and blood.
I don't know how long it took before the white light slowly dissipated.
Lin Ze slowly sat up with his recovered body.
But they saw the man in white half-kneeling on the ground. His whole body looked like a candle that had been roasted by fire. His skin had melted a lot, and his facial features could no longer see their original appearance, and he could only barely make out a vague outline.
The man in white was still panting, his chest was rising and falling violently, and every breath was filled with black smoke.
Dumbledore stood in front of him, his wand hanging naturally on the side of his robe.
"Lingchang Murakami, you can live for one thousand and four hundred years. You should understand better than anyone else that real gods will not always hide in the sewers." Dumbledore's voice was very soft, but every word hit the man in white like a hammer.
Lin Ze also knew the name of the man in white for the first time. It was indeed a small day.
Lingchang Murakami opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only came out a string of syllables with unknown meaning.
His body began to crack, from his fingertips to his arms, from his chest to his legs, like a piece of burnt porcelain, with black light seeping out of the cracks.
The black light is getting brighter and brighter, becoming more and more dazzling.
Lin Ze thinks this picture looks a bit familiar...
Damn it? Isn't this guy going to blow himself up?
Dumbledore seemed to realize something. He turned around suddenly and waved his wand towards the three of them.
A white light shield enveloped Lin Ze, Barty Crouch Jr. and the unconscious Mia.
The next second, the body of the man in white exploded.
There was no sound, not even a shock wave.
There was only pure blackness, like a huge mouth, swallowing up everything around it.
Lin Ze saw with his own eyes that the walls on both sides of the alley disappeared, the street lights disappeared, the stone slabs on the ground disappeared, and even the air seemed to be sucked out.
The world seems to have been erased with an eraser.
After the darkness dissipated, only a deep pit remained where the man in white originally stood.
The bottom of the pit is clean and there is nothing.
A gust of wind blew by, picking up the dust beside the pit and swirling it away.
Dumbledore stood at the edge of the pit, looking at the bottom of the pit. Suddenly his legs went weak and he knelt down on one knee.
Lin Ze Regardless of his injuries, he stood up and rushed over, crawling on the ground.
"Principal! Mr. Dumbledore!"
Only when he held the other person's arm did he realize that Dumbledore was growing old at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It's not about returning to the way it was before, it's about continuing to grow older.
The skin sags rapidly, wrinkles creep back onto the cheeks, and the hair turns white bit by bit from root to tip, like a flower that blooms and falls in a matter of seconds.
Until he completely stopped aging, Lin Ze found that the other party was even older than before.
Dumbledore stood up slightly tiredly, patted the dirt on his robe, and showed a familiar smile to Lin Ze, "Don't be nervous, time will always come back when it's time."
"You just... what kind of magic was that?" Lin Ze asked.
"A small gift from an old friend." Dumbledore said lightly.
Lin Ze opened his mouth. Since he didn't want to explain, he couldn't continue to ask.
He noticed that Dumbledore's fingers holding the wand were still trembling slightly.
The vibration is very slight, like a plucked string, and it will take a long time to calm down.
"Are you okay?" Lin Ze asked again.
"As people get older, they always have to take a breather after a fight." Dumbledore put the wand into his sleeve and turned to look at him.
The moonlight peeked out from behind the clouds and shone on the old man.
He looks at least ten years older.
"How did you..."
"How do you know you are in danger?" Dumbledore said with a chuckle.
"I have to mention that I happened to be at a friend's house nearby. I originally planned to spend the night at his place, but I found that there was really a lot of movement here, so I couldn't help but come over and take a look."
"That... that person..." Lin Ze opened his mouth hesitantly. From the battle just now, he discovered that Dumbledore and that Lingchang Murakami actually knew each other.
"He's just an old monster who has lived for thousands of years relying on evil magic. He looks like a bluff. He's just a rat in the gutter. He can't stand on the stage." Dumbledore shook his head.
"Then is he dead?"
"For now..." Dumbledore sighed softly.
"I met him when I was young and traveling around the world with my friends. At that time, he felt that we were easy to deceive when we were young, but he didn't want to offend people he shouldn't have..." Dumbledore's old face was filled with memories of the past.
"It's just that this guy is a bit like an unkillable cockroach. He relies on his sorcery to constantly regenerate himself. Although he never dares to harm people in a big way, he will always do some troublesome things in some inconspicuous corners..."
Dumbledore stopped when he said this.
Lin Ze didn't ask any more questions.
He probably knew who the friend Dumbledore was talking about traveling the world with, and he also saw that Dumbledore didn't want to talk more, and he really didn't have the energy to get to the bottom of it.
The two of them stood by the pit in silence for a long time. The night wind passed through the ruins of the alley, carrying a burning smell.
Lin Ze Suddenly remembered that there were two teammates lying nearby with their bodies stretched out.
He quickly ran over, first felt Mia's breath, and then touched Barty Crouch Jr..
Huh--
Fortunately, both of them are still warm.
"Um... Principal, can you please help me?" Lin Ze found that his current condition was not suitable for carrying two people together St. Mungo's.
Dumbledore came over, looked down at the two people on the ground, and then looked at Lin Ze.
"You do know how to summon people."
"Those who are able should work harder."
Dumbledore didn't say anything more, and lightly tapped the two of them with the wand. Barty Crouch Jr. and Mia floated upright.
"Let's go, I'll take you to St. Mungo's. I guess those people from Ministry of Magic will come to clean up the mess in a while." Dumbledore said.
"Isn't this what Ministry of Magic is good at?" Lin Ze shrugged in confusion.