"Professor Dumbledore told me who you were when you first moved in..."

"Also, Professor Dumbledore told me to keep you safe. ”

"Huh?"

After listening to Old Tom's words, Tang Yuan and the others were a little confused, but after thinking about it carefully, Tang Yuan still pondered the taste-

I'm afraid that Old Deng didn't just let Tom protect him at that time, right?

There should be a way for him to quietly spy on himself, right?

Lowering his mouth, Tang Yuan asked again: "Forget it, skip this topic, when will Professor Dumbledore come?"

"I don't know, but I've already sent him a letter, and it shouldn't take long if it's fast. ”

Old Tom replied, and then asked, "Anyway, what happened to you three? Why are you so embarrassed?, and why did you suddenly appear in my room?"

"Well, don't mention it. ”

Tang Yuan shook his head, but Norn on the side shouted eagerly, "We have been attacked!

"What?!attack?!"

Old Tom was shocked, and immediately turned his head to look at little Harry, his concerned eyes swept over him, and asked worriedly, "Harry, are you okay?"

"Huh?" Tang Yuan tasted, "I said, old Tom, you're going too far, aren't you? What about the three of us!

"Ahaha, look at Mr. Tang Yuan like this, there must be no problem~~"

Old Tom snorted, then looked at Norn's face, and asked, "This Mr. Norn, your face doesn't seem to be very good, are you hurt?"

"Hmph, even if you still have a little eyesight, Norn has been attacked by two spells!"

As Tang Yuan said this, Old Tom's face suddenly became nervous, and he hurriedly asked, "Ah, Mr. Norn, how do you feel now?"

"Thank you Mr. Tom for your concern, it's okay, thanks to the fact that I still have the family secret treasure on my body, otherwise it would have been really miserable. ”

Norn waved his hand, feeling concerned.

Tom asked questions about the injury again, and after several people talked about the previous incident, he also expressed his shock.

With Norn and Harry Jr. talking to Tom about what happened before, Tang Yuan was also willing to save trouble, after all, this process was a little difficult to say, and he didn't know how to explain his strength.

The previous wrist power competition was okay, and that can be explained by innate divine power or something.

But this time was different.

It's really different.

Directly fighting with sixteen or seventeen spell masters, and as a result, he was able to escape safely with two children, which is incredible.

Tang Yuan always felt that if he explained this matter by himself, he would have a feeling of self-selling and boasting, and he always felt that it would be weird.

When the three of them chatted about the course of events, Tang Yuan didn't interject, but he wasn't idle either.

In the course of the battle before, because of his sudden opening and rampage, those black-robed people also contributed a lot of shock points to him.

It's just that due to the urgency of the battle, the system blocked this information for him by default, and only a hint of text prompt flashed in the corner of the field of vision.

Not to mention that time, even now, as Tom Sr. listened to Norn and Harry Jr., he continued to contribute shock points.

Although in the [Universal Wallet], Tang Yuan can't see the specific data of the shock value, but no matter what, this battle has been over for a while, and it should have converted a lot of invincibility points, right?

With this in mind, Tang Yuan opened the interface of the [Universal Wallet].

Current invincibility points: 28851

Current Loan Amount: Settled

Current GBP balance: 84.3

Current Gold Galleon Balance: 621

Current balance: 86

Current copper nat balance: 79

Current Shock Value: ****

Current Shyness: ****

......

it?

Tang Yuan was surprised to find that his invincibility points were not much less, and at that time, the battle was urgent, and he didn't bother to see how much he had left.

But then again, since the last time he looked at the balance because of the opening of the [System Library], he hasn't paid attention to these in the past few days.

Remember the last time I looked at the [Universal Wallet], it seemed that there were more than 30,000 invincible points left?

As a result, more than 20,000 were consumed this time, and there were still 20,000 invincible points!

What a bonus!

However, I just don't know how many of the 20,000 miles were obtained in the wrist power competition in the past few days, and how many were obtained in the battle just now.

The topic shifted to the other side, in the Hogwarts Headmaster's office, Dumbledore's heart suddenly felt uneasy, as if something bad was about to happen.

But when he thought about it, he found nothing, and there was no letter from the window.

Something is not right.

"Albus, have you read that document? Huh?"

At this moment, there was a noise outside the door, and Professor McGonagall walked in as she muttered as the wind came in, and she couldn't help but be a little surprised to see that Dumbledore was not sitting behind his desk, "Albus, what's wrong with you?

"I'm sorry, Minerva. Dumbledore bowed gently to Professor McGonagall, "I suddenly felt unsettled, as if something bad was happening. ”

"Uh-huh?" Professor McGonagall frowned and looked around Dumbledore with her senses, then said suspiciously, "Your physical condition seems to be normal, and the students at the school have gone home from vacation, and nothing has happened. ”

"Are you too careful?"

"No!"

Dumbledore shook his head and said solemnly, "Since Voldemort's disappearance, I have rarely had this kind of premonition..."

Speaking of this, Dumbledore's words suddenly froze, as if he had thought of something, while Professor McGonagall next to him shuddered, half annoyed, half praised, "I know you're not afraid, everyone knows that you're different." The mystery man - oh well, Voldemort - the only thing scared is you, but please consider how we feel, okay?"

But Dumbledore didn't seem to hear what she said, but instead fell into some kind of memory of his own - "No, this feeling..."

"I'm talking to you, Professor Dumbledore!"

Professor McGonagall was a little angry, but she was helpless, Dumbledore, an old man, was often like this, who made the family the Headmaster?!

Dumbledore still ignored her, as if he hadn't heard.

Suddenly, Dumbledore slapped his palms and shouted, "Damn! it can't be Harry's problem, right?!"

Then Dumbledore looked at Professor McGonagall and said eagerly, "Minerva, I need to go to Diagon Alley!

"The school will be handed over to you first!"

After saying that, regardless of Professor McGonagall's reaction, Dumbledore's figure twisted and disappeared directly.

"Ahh

Professor McGonagall shook her head, complained, looked at the empty room, and then at the papers in her hand, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Hey, Minerva, Albus is in such a hurry, what's wrong? I think I heard him mention the name Harry? Is he talking about Harry Potter?"

Suddenly, a portrait on the wall of the Headmaster's office moved strangely, turning his head around and staring at Professor McGonagall in questioning.

This strange scene did not frighten Professor McGonagall, which was common in the world of refining.

In the Qi Refining World, uh, especially in this world, because of the existence of Spell Masters, it is also very different from many other Qi Refining Worlds.

Among them, in addition to the mysterious and diverse spells of the sorcerers, they have also developed a lot of new gadgets.

Of course, if it were a Qi refiner from the Origin World, it would be some flashy things.

For example, the principle of this portrait is very simple, in the painting, a trace of the divine imprint of the character in the painting is included, and it is also the imprint that implies the breath of the soul.

This silk imprint will give the painting a spirituality, so that it can be exchanged with the outside world like a living person.

Of course, in general, if you give too many of these marks, it will inevitably have an impact on your future practice......

Therefore, generally speaking, only a great spell master who has already stepped into the peak of the world and cultivated to the peak of the distraction stage will choose to use this time to allow himself to live forever in the world from another perspective.

"Yes, Mr. Oliver, you heard me right, Professor Dumbledore did say the name Harry, the boy of James Potter, Harry Potter. ”

Professor McGonagall replied with a little respect, basically these on the wall are the former headmasters of Hogwarts, and they are all old-timers.

"What's wrong with Harry Potter? Is something wrong? Albus, this kid left in a hurry?"

Oliver was a little surprised in the portrait, he had been in this office for some years, and he still rarely saw Dumbledore so panicked.

"Oliver, you're so idle! Albus, too, a little guy who hasn't entered school yet, what's there to care about?

Before Professor McGonagall could respond, the figure in the other portrait sneered.

"Huh, Anse El, you Slytherins are dark spellmasters, Voldemort is like that, you old fellow won't be much better for me to see!" Oliver retorted.

"Hehe~Oliver! you're jealous of our Slytherin excellence!"

Anse El, who was also a certain headmaster in the history of Hogwarts, was born in Slytherin, and Gryffindor, who was born in Oliver, were natural opponents, and they have quarreled a lot in the past.

This time, the two had just quarreled a few times, and just as Professor McGonagall couldn't help but want to leave first, the woman in another portrait stood up and played a round:

"Okay, okay, what about you two little guys? How many years have you been arguing?

The identity of the old woman is not simple, she is a rare female headmaster in the history of Hogwarts, and in terms of strength, she can even step into the top ten.

And in terms of the era of office, it was a century earlier than Oliver and Ansel.

"Minerva, why don't you go back to the school first, with Albus's strength, although he hasn't practiced divination much, he can still vaguely sense cause and effect..."

"Cause and effect?"

The old woman's words intrigued Professor McGonagall, and the so-called cause and effect were something more profound than divination.

A few decades ago, Professor Sybil Trelawney stumbled upon that particular state, sensed some kind of causal line, and made a far-reaching causal prediction.

It was this prophecy that created the tragedy of the Harry Potter family.

Cause and effect are very mysterious.

Some people have speculated whether Harry Potter is the prophesied savior?

Is it because he is the savior that led to the appearance of that prophecy?

Or was it the appearance of that prophecy that made Harry the savior?

And, what's even more amazing is that the person who meets the conditions in the prophecy has another child besides Harry Potter.

"Not every prophecy is related to cause and effect, but every prophecy related to cause and effect will inevitably come true, and there is no possibility of change!"

The old woman's eyes became a little deep, and she said slowly: "The use of cause and effect is not only in the realm of prophecy, the so-called whim, in fact, has vaguely touched cause and effect"

Professor McGonagall nodded thoughtfully, her cultivation realm was not low, but she had not touched this realm either.

The two chatted about the practice, and some of the old principals on the wall joined in the conversation.

Before she knew it, Professor McGonagall had listened to a lot of content, and even vaguely felt that her cultivation had loosened a little, and she had actually increased!

Suddenly, there was a sharp knock on the glass, interrupting everyone's conversation, not only Professor McGonagall, but also the other old principals, all of whom had a sense of unfinished - they were the former principals after all, and unlike the paintings on the campus outside, whether it was their own identity or other reasons, they rarely could talk so happily on weekdays.

Although it is only a trace of the soul in the painting, in many ways, it is no different from a real person.

Professor McGonagall hurried to the next room, and on the wall behind him, several of the old headmasters in the original paintings, as if curious as to who had interrupted their conversation, also left their own paintings and entered the paintings in the next room.

Although it was a little amusing to see the old headmasters huddled in a few small frames, Professor McGonagall's attention was drawn to the voice outside the window—

An owl with brown and gray feathers is tapping frantically and rapidly on the glass with its sharp beak.

The owl became even more frantic at the sight of Professor McGonagall's figure, stopping to tap on the glass, but flapping its wings in mid-air.

"Uh-huh, owl, is this a letter to Dumbledore?"

Suspicious, Professor McGonagall opened the window and let the owl in.