Devon,

A remote estate.

For hundreds of years, few outsiders had been able to set foot here, including wizards and Muggles.

In the very center of the manor, there is a beautiful square room, with huge single green granite columns, supporting a ten-meter-high dome.

Beethoven's Sixth Symphony reverberates in the room, a great melody that comes from a square mirror frame that stands proudly in front of the western wall.

If you look closely, you can see the Vienna Theater, with a huge orchestra playing perfectly under the baton of a musician with wild hair like a lion.

This room is so peculiar that the walls resemble a kaleidoscope painted with ancient characters...... Egyptian, Hebrew, astronomy, alchemy, and other inexplicable symbols.

Above, surrounded by six portraits, each of them holding a blood-red stone in his hand, shimmering like a silent ghostly eye.

The people in these six paintings are not like the previous principals in the principal's office, they are all the same, because they are all the same person.

It's just that the old people in each painting are exactly 100 years apart.

The six of them silently stared at the old man in the center of the room.

Dressed in a fashionable dragon skin apron and gloves woven from unicorn feathers, he hunched over his waist and stared at the oversized U-shaped test tube on the test table.

He pushed the pair of black-rimmed rhinoceros horns on his face, sometimes whispering something in his mouth, sometimes bouncing and sometimes falling into deep thought.

"Oh, this melody doesn't work, it's too soft, I need some passion!"

The old man snapped his fingers, and Beethoven in the mirror frame was gone, replaced by Bach.

"Oh," he said unhappily, "don't want Bach, this is the style I liked two hundred years ago, let's have some pop." ”

The mirror picture becomes rock, and the rhythm is more intense.

——Immigrant Song

If William were here, he would probably hear that this is the BGM of "Thor III". However, this album was released as early as 1970, and it is obviously the old man's recent favorite.

He was so satisfied that he trembled to the beat.

At the end of the song, he came to another single loop.

I don't know how long, a crisp sound sounded, and the toad statue in the corner on the right said loudly: "Fifteen minutes later, Albus Dumbledore will arrive at the door." ”

The old man looked up at the window not far away, where a giant prophecy ball was placed.

Dumbledore was revealed inside the Prophecy Sphere, and he was apparitioned alone outside the manor, apparently fifteen minutes later.

"Oh, I forgot about it." The old man patted his head and muttered.

He had only been experimenting for a while, but the afternoon had passed.

"There's not enough time!" He muttered.

"The 100083 universal elixir experiment failed, the data was recorded, and the semi-finished products were directly destroyed." The old man instructed.

"Yes!"

A house-elf appeared, dressed in a gorgeous silk short-sleeved shirt, toad sunglasses covering his green eyes the size of a tennis ball, and long ears wrapped around an Arabic turban.

"This is a good dress, Hechuly, you can wear clothes better than your father and grandfather, and you have my style." The old man grinned.

Hechuli bent down and respected, "Thank you for the compliment!" ”

"Take it easy." The old man glanced at the room in the distance and whispered, "Are you free this weekend, I got two tickets for the fashion show...... Victoria's Secret ......"

Hechuli broke out in a cold sweat and said unnaturally: "If Mrs. knows......

"Eh, if you don't say it, who knows?" The old man took off his glasses, dropped two drops of potion, and explained, "You probably don't know it yet, but my eyes can find beauty that others can't."

Let's talk about Van Gogh, no one wanted his paintings back then, I bought a lot of them as soon as I sold them, you see, how much are his paintings worth in Muggles?

I'm good at spotting the highlights in advance of what everyone rejects, and that's what fashion shows mean! ”

"Think about it, there is still time, I will also go change my clothes, meet my old friend, I can tell you, if you don't go, the ticket will be given to Albus!"

The old man walked briskly out of the room, and the music changed to Disco again.

- Dear little sister

Please don't stop crying

Where is your home

I'll take you and take you back......

The living room is lit by a column of candles. The candlelight was faint, and the old man leaned back in his chair, staring down at the golden cup in his palm, the liquid in which was bright red.

After a few moments, Dumbledore's smile lit up the dark living room.

"Good evening, Nicol, is it surprising to know I'm coming in the afternoon?" Dumbledore said softly.

He sat down in a dark, hand-chiseled dragon leather chair made of black walnut.

"I'm really surprised, what kind of wind is blowing you here?" Nicol Lemay laughed.

A symphony of fate flows slowly.

"For the covert mission of stealing the music mirror, of course." Dumbledore leaned back in his chair and savored the melody.

"Seriously, I'm willing to trade all my Gringotts possessions for this mirror of yours."

"Don't even think about it, it's a collection of my 600-year-old concerts." Nicol Lemay blinked.

"Or chilled lemonade?"

Dumbledore nodded, and a glass of lemon juice appeared in his hand.

"Albus, what's the matter?" The joke was over, and Nicol Lemay asked.

"I'm on a short business trip today." Dumbledore replied, glancing around the ornate living room. "Met the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, he should have gone to Albania, and there was something familiar about him."

"Oh," Nicol Lemay's expression remained unchanged, "So, he's coming back?" ”

"Perhaps, but it should be a while." Dumbledore crossed his hands, "But Harry is going to school this year." ”

Nicol Lemay glanced up at Dumbledore and didn't seem to care much about Harry Potter.

"I'm sorry to come to see you like this, Nicol, but there's one thing I have to be like you...... Seek help. ”

"It's still rare." Nicola May smiled.

He didn't know what an old man who hadn't done anything for almost half a century could do for someone who stood at the top of the wizarding world.

"What's the matter? Just say. The old man replied.

Dumbledore lowered his voice. "I hope you'll consider lending me something - the Philosopher's Stone."

Nicol rolled his eyes. "You should know that broken stone is going to have no magic anymore."

"But Tom doesn't know."

Nicol stared at Dumbledore and suddenly smiled.

"Albus, do you remember the first time you wrote to me?"

Dumbledore was in a trance for a moment, a hint of pain on his face.

Dumbledore was only thirteen years old at the time, and a young wizard in his second year wrote to the famous Nicolame, asking him to lend him the Philosopher's Stone to save his nine-year-old sister.

Because the age of Silent Ran can barely exceed ten years old.

And Nicol Lemay agreed.

"You know, I'm still grateful for your decision at the time." Dumbledore restrained his pain and said seriously, "If you want, I can always help you refine another Philosopher's Stone." ”

"Forget about it, you're too old to consume any more life."

Dumbledore laughed, but still looked a little distraught.

"Here you go." Nicola Mae casually took a small bag from his pocket and threw it to Dumbledore.

The packet was nothing more than a small box a few centimeters square, wrapped in a layer of faded brown wrapping paper and tied with string.

"Seriously, Albus," Nicol fiddled with his new sleek black jacket.

"I have lived for more than 600 years, and I have always understood one thing, the world can be without anyone, including you and me.

Don't waste your mind like this, it's time to plan for yourself, I don't want to attend your funeral. ”

Dumbledore glanced down at the box and laughed. "Death is nothing but another great adventure."

Nicola smiled slightly, "But I haven't seen enough." ”

"By the way, the kid you mentioned, I wrote to him, very interesting, talented, just like you back then."

"That's good."

Nicolame looked up at the starry sky, the melody of the Symphony of Destiny in his ears, and he drank the blood-red liquid from the golden cup.

"Fate......

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(The third update, please recommend the votes, big guys, thank you for the reward of "Tide X")