"As a teacher, and as a school principal, I should never put you in a dangerous situation.

But Gawain, I do need your help, and I may not be able to guarantee your absolute safety. ”

Dumbledore leaned on the stone basin and said solemnly.

"What do you need me to do? with you?"

Gawain nodded hesitantly in agreement.

Although there was a risk, he really couldn't think of a reason to refuse the old man in front of him.

This is his memory.

If the problem cannot be solved, he will only be left with a greater hidden danger.

"No, wait here and do what you think is right. ”

Dumbledore shook his head, took out his wand, and held it tightly in his hand.

"Wait here?"

Gawain felt a little incredulous, he saw Dumbledore's serious expression, and almost thought that the other party was going to rush to a war that was almost certain to death.

He was Dumbledore's assistant, and after enough epic stories to be written, he won with difficulty.

"Yes, wait, Gawain. Your future is infinitely promising, but I've outlived you and become much stronger.

To be honest, I don't think it's really dangerous to look at this memory, and I don't think that your strength will have any effect at that time.

Besides, although I am a weird old fellow, there is no reason to let a child charge for me. ”

Dumbledore shook his head, firmly refusing.

"I wish you were here because you were the only one who could possibly perceive the anomaly. If anything happens, don't hesitate to act immediately.

On this note, I need you to swear to me that no matter what happens, you will not risk it for me. ”

He looked solemnly into Gawain's eyes, and only turned his face away when Gawain nodded in agreement.

“Sapere Aude！

Soror Quaestor Lucis！

Volo Noscere！”

Staring at the strange stone basin, Dumbledore quickly waved his wand, drawing one shiny and esoteric symbol after another in the air, weaving them into layers of nets, while chanting incantations aloud.

Gawain could probably tell that it was Latin, but he didn't understand what they meant.

After the last triangular symbol appeared, Dumbledore's head slammed into the stone basin!

He didn't move.

There was an eerie silence in the vaulted headmaster's office, but Gawain had a strange feeling.

- Something was secretly watching him.

And without good intentions.

"Come out! This is Professor Dumbledore's office! No uninvited guests are welcome!"

Gawain quietly took out his wand from his waist, turned back sharply, and shouted.

"Don't talk about who it is. You listen to me, just turn around suddenly and shout to get out of here is enough to intimidate that filthy and insidious thief. ”

At home, Colin once boasted that he was a perennial champion in bar fights, and even boasted triumphantly in front of Gawain.

Holding his wand tightly, Gawain quietly observed with the rest of his eyes.

But there was nothing in front of him.

And because of his movements, the wizard who had been asleep in several portraits woke up and was looking at him with a surprised expression.

One of the witches with a goatee raised his fist in displeasure, and even his nightcap was thrown to the ground.

"I'm sorry, I wish you all the best dreams. ”

Gawain felt a little embarrassed, apologized softly to the portraits, and turned around.

"It's not a delusion, there must be a bastard watching secretly. Sooner or later I'm going to invent a spell to make the filthy bastard who sneaks into my eyes pay the price. ”

Quietly, his left hand hooked the handle of the teapot, ready to teach the man a harsh lesson when he noticed it again.

"Ahem!ahem!no!"

Suddenly, Dumbledore, who had been motionless, pulled his head out of the quaint stone basin with all his might, and the colorful brilliance that had been boiling suddenly dimmed and disappeared.

"No, Ariana, don't, wait for me!"

Dumbledore clutched his hands on the edge of the table in pain, his hair falling over his face, making it difficult to see from Gawain's perspective.

He was still standing, but his legs were shaking violently.

"Professor?"

Gawain asked anxiously, but remembered the oath.

Right now.

Not the right opportunity.

The fireplace was "beeping and beeping" and burning.

After a few minutes, Dumbledore's condition gradually improved. His legs were no longer shaking, and he straightened up.

"Gawain, thank you. ”

Dumbledore frailly thanked him.

Perhaps because of the reflection of the firelight, the wrinkles on the white wizard's face appeared more dense. But his condition was undoubtedly much better than before, and there was some blood on his cheeks.

"Do you want to know what I just saw?"

Dumbledore walked into Gawain, put one hand on Gawain's shoulder, blue eyes staring straight at him, and his voice sounded slightly trembling.

"Of course, Professor, can you? Didn't you say..."

Gawain's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, a hint of confusion, and a hesitant answer.

But before he could finish speaking, there was a crisp "Boom!" sound in the room.

- It was Gawain who slammed the teapot in his hand Dumbledore's head!

Bright red blood trickled down his forehead and slowly dripped down his pajamas and the floor along the jagged wrinkles.

"You!no, this can't be!mortal!intersection%&*^%!"

Dumbledore's face suddenly turned to rage, and he said loudly. His blue eyes were all occupied by the whites of his eyes, and his voice was as loud as thunder.

"Quick, again..."

In the blink of an eye, he suddenly became old and weak, and his breath was like a thread, and he just said two words as if he was going to die in the next second.

But such a performance only convinced Gawain.

He did the right thing.

"Professor, I'm sorry. ”

He shouted loudly, but his right hand had already clenched his wand and pushed it into Dumbledore's heart before he could speak.

"Reparo (Restoration as new)!"

A white chaotic aura sprang out from the tip of the wand, turning into a shockwave that knocked Dumbledore to the ground.

But under the stimulation of pain, his eyes that were originally full of fear were dyed a small half of blue, like some strange crystal.

"Obliviate!"

Dumbledore quickly raised his wand and shouted a spell.

The object of the wand is himself!

The silver light shone through, and the White Wizard collapsed to the ground, unable to stand up again.

But his eyes were no longer filled with pale horror, but restored to the deep sea blue.

Gawain had only one thought at the moment.

We need to check the Ministry of Magic's punishment for violent attacks on wizards.

He also suddenly felt an inexplicable...

Proud.

"I took down the strongest wizard in the world.

Didn't you say?"

Gawain thought secretly, and at the same time quietly threw the handle of the teapot left in his left hand to his feet, and secretly kicked it to the side.

PS: The unspeakable is indeed the concept of Cthulhu, but its origins are actually much older, and the concepts used here are not all Cthulhu