"Please tell me everything you know about Odin, Lady Basshat." Ning An said without refusal, and the three of Samantha also took a slight step forward, and their hands had already reached into the robes in order to prevent the old witch from escaping at the first time.

However, Bathilda had no intention of running away, her cloudy eyes stared at Ning An, and the old lady who was plagued by cataracts seemed to want to see flowers from Ning An's face, shaking her head while looking at it, and muttering in a low voice: "Durmstrong...... Alas, Durmstrang ......"

She groaned for a while, but Ning An was not impatient at all, just calmly staring at the witch.

"Why are you interested in such historical legends, Mr. Headmaster?" Bathilda looked at the wizard in front of him, his eyes exuding a shrewd look, as if the previous old dragon bells were all disguised.

She leaned her face closer, as if to see Ning An through, "There are many historians, but very few will use Muggle history as a reference, and I still like to believe that the Lune script has more to do with St. Barfeira......

"You don't have to sell it, Bathilda." Ning An interrupted the old witch and waved her hand like a fly, the politeness just now had been taken back, replaced by a more alienated indifference.

"Whatever you say, I'll know in the end what I want to know, it just depends on what means, even if you're too old and the old flame of wisdom is burned out, but I've never thought you're a fool, Bathilda."

He looked at the witch coldly, and for a moment, Bathilda felt tense all over, as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake, unable to move.

"I don't want our conversation to be lifeless, after all, exploring is a lot of fun, but if you want to hit a Imperius curse, I'm happy to do it."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense, and the air was frozen like a thousand pounds of lead, pressing down on people's hearts, making it difficult to breathe.

"You remind me of someone, Mr. Ning'an." The old witch was unexpectedly calm, as if the decades of experience in her life had come in handy at this moment, she was determined, no longer affected by fear and intimidation, but looked at Ning An with a nostalgic look on her face.

"I think I can guess that you came to visit me late at night and asked what such a thing was for, and I have seen a young man like you, ambitious and talented."

Bathilda held on to the table and sat down on a broken stool, the candle flame flickered for a while, shaking the light in the hut, Bathilda continued to talk to himself, but the pair of cloudy glasses never left Ning An.

"That was the biggest mistake I've ever done in my life, I introduced him to another more gifted wizard, but I forgot that the most important thing, the thirst for power in young people - will eventually turn into an uncontrollable desire, and you will not yet be able to control the restraint of occult knowledge."

Ning An raised his eyebrows, already understanding who Bathilda Bassat was talking about, in the summer when Dumbledore graduated from Hogwarts, Bathilda introduced his equally talented nephew "Gellert Grindelwald" to Dumbledore, which also contributed to a series of tragedies later.

"Ma'am, the world is changing all the time, and the mistakes made in the past are not a reason to stop people from pursuing power now, and I have my own things to do - you know, if I'm just going to be in vain, then the game is starting to get a little boring."

Ning An put his hand into his arms and gently took out his wand, the ebony wand shone with a hidden black light in the dim candlelight, like a poisonous snake that swallowed a snake letter.

Bathilda didn't speak, she pondered, as if thinking about what Ning An said.

"People say I'm old and confused...... Lily often said that she wouldn't believe that the two of them could be friends, so she always thought I must be misremembering...... But I'm never mistaken...... I'm still sober...... But Lily is a good person, she doesn't deserve that......"

"The hosts! Let me give her some color! This old guy doesn't know what he's up to! ”

Samantha screamed sharply, raising his wand high, a tide surging across the tip of the wand.

But another rough, ugly, scarred hand pressed Samantha's wand, and Walter said in a hoarse and low voice, "Calm down Samantha, the master hasn't commanded yet-"

"But master—" Samantha was still crying, but suddenly she stopped, her ears moved as if she had heard something, and then she turned her head and shouted out the window, "Somebody there!" ”

He quickly recited a mantra, and before everyone could react, he shot out in the direction of the window of the hut, and then there was a "bang" in the corner of the hut, and it was exploded in the blink of an eye, and sawdust flew all over the sky, and a middle-aged man stood in the corner of the room, his face full of shock, as if he was scared silly.

The man had a beard, wore a thick leather jacket, mud and weeded boots on his feet, large leather trousers, and held an old-fashioned shotgun tremblingly, but his hands were shaking so badly that he could not hold the gun steadily.

"Mr. Nass...... "Bathilda apparently knew the man, "he was a neighbor who lived in the town...... Ahem...... It's a Muggle. The old witch looked at Ning An and said with a little apprehension, as if she was worried about the fate of the man.

"Ba ...... Barty, I listen to John and Mary...... Say...... Say you've got a lot of ...... here. People I don't know...... Place...... So...... Come and see ......."

The man named Nas could no longer speak, but he only saw that what he had just seen was too unbelievable to be believed, he just saw the lights on in the room, and another shrill voice came from it, as if there was an argument.

So he leaned over to see if there was any stranger he didn't know who had come to rob the poor old lady, and he was still thinking that the human heart was not ancient, and that these hateful fellows had hands and feet, but they wanted to fight an old woman's fortune with little time, and no one would think that the owner of the house would have a lot of savings.

However, as soon as he got closer, he heard a sharp shout, and the next second there was a thunderbolt in his ears, and the entire wall was blown away, and there were several people in black robes standing in the room, as if they were members of some mysterious religious organization, and one of them pointed a small wooden stick at him.

Nas was still wondering, what kind of gun was it, why it was so powerful, could it be that the other party had lost a grenade?

But he didn't have a chance to continue thinking anymore, Ning An raised his arm, the wand in his hand trembled, and he whispered: "Faint and forget." ”

Two rays of light erupted from the tip of the wand, like a brilliant sunset, and hit the man at once, the shotgun in his hand slipped quietly, and the whole person fell to the ground as if he had no bones.

"Oh! Oh my God, look at what you guys have done to this poor Muggle...... Oh, my God...... Mr. Nass......" Bathilda exclaimed, trembling as she crouched down to check on the condition of the unconscious man.

Samantha shrugged her shoulders, pursed the corners of her lips in dissatisfaction, and muttered to herself, "Is it not powerful enough......?" "It seems that I regret that the evil curse just now failed to kill the man.

"Come with us, Ms. Basshat."

The night wind whined and blew the corners of the exploding wall, Ning An looked at the light lit up in the village square in the distance, and it seemed that someone had heard the explosion and rushed here.

"This is wrong...... the old woman looked up at Ning An, her gaze was clearer than ever, "the way you seek power...... What you get will be decided, and choosing the wrong path will lead people astray...... That's right...... Like my poor nephew......"

She suddenly lamented, "Maybe I shouldn't have introduced them to each other." ”

"If that's the wrong way, you'll be lying in front of you with a corpse." Ning An waved his wand, like dust, to remove the Muggle man named Nas, reached out and grabbed Bathilda Basshat's shoulder and said:

"You should look at Voldemort, his methods are wrong, and as for me—" He pursed his lips and continued, "You might really look at my ways." ”

Lifting the old witch up from the ground and glancing at the other three, Ning An raised his wand, "Besides, I don't think Grindelwald is pitiful, he did what he wanted, as for the ending, it's the most irrelevant thing, isn't it?" ”

"I don't have room to resist, do I?" Bathilda looked at Ning An calmly, the wrinkles on her face were dry, like dried orange peels in autumn, bent into ravines, and her frowning brows were like two mountain peaks.

"You're Gellert Grindelwald's aunt, you're well versed in the history of magic, and you've lived so long, I think you know a lot about the methods of dark wizards."

Ning An stared at Bathilda with a compelling gaze, as if he was about to emit light, which made Bathilda feel like a stripped egg for a moment, there was no secret to speak of, and his memory was turned over wantonly, and then he came back to his senses in the next second, and he couldn't stop trembling, and he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of fear and disgust.

"Regent Thoughts...... Who taught you...... No, how can you master at this age, Merlin is on the ......" Bathilda was silent.

In the next second, several sharp explosions rang out, and the five figures disappeared in place, leaving only a corner of the dilapidated house blown away, a passing Muggle, and a deep dark night.

A week later, Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in a hidden chamber.

Ning An walked out of the secret room with a tired face, the stone door slowly closed, and the wind blew the candles on the wall for a while.

The "master" Pani Starr greeted him, and it seemed that he was waiting outside the door early.

"I put a very strong amnesia spell on her to make sure she forgets something." Ning An tidied up her hair, she hadn't washed it for a few days, it was messy, and it was almost on her head.

"Then leave her in the castle and stay for a few days, and she'll think she's been invited." Ning An walked on the way to the principal's bathroom, Pani followed closely.

"Understood," he paused, pulled off his glasses, and asked softly, "Is there something bothering you?" ”

Ning An stopped, turned his head, tilted his head to look at Pani, and asked with interest, "Why do you ask that?" ”

The corridor was very quiet, this was the fourth floor, no student would venture to this floor, the wind in the passage carried a little chill outside the castle, Pani calmed down, and said slowly:

"I just think you've been in a hurry lately, and you've been planning in a hurry since you returned from Hogwarts, as if something was catching up......"

Ning An looked at Pani seriously and thought.

The howling wind poured in unscrupulously from the other end of the corridor, but when it reached the two of them, it suddenly subsided, and it was difficult to lift the hem of the thin robe.

"No, there isn't." He said firmly, then turned and continued towards the bathroom.

Pani paused for a moment, fell behind, looked at Ning An's back, and fell into deep thought.

Is there really none......

"Hiss-" Sinking his whole body into the hot tub, Ning An couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh, he was exhausted, and since he brought Bathilda Bassat back, he started to inquire non-stop.

During the centuries of the Rune text, about Odin, and even about the "gods" that once existed in Muggle legends, he had to constantly use his deception to interfere with Bathilda's mind and urge her to speak the truth, and snooping and intrusion were essential, so that for a week on end, not only mentally but also physically exhausted.

I can't help it when I'm tired, after all, I don't have a lot of time.

Ning An sighed, Pani was right, he was indeed pressed by the sense of urgency, and he had to obtain this power as soon as possible, fortunately, he was lucky, Bathilda did have a lot of useful information, combined with the knowledge he had discovered, this matter was somewhat eyebrow-raising, otherwise, he might have to give up this research and gain strength from other ways.

Leaning the back of his head lightly against the cold marble wall and resting his hands on the edge of the bathtub, this rare rest made Ning An almost can't help but fall asleep.

Pani wasn't wrong, and the matter was getting more and more urgent.

If Voldemort's resurrection is expected, then the return of Helmo and others makes everything confusing, and Ning An has a hunch that everything that follows will be more than just Voldemort.

A Dark Lord is already too much to deal with, and if there is any more trouble, the disaster of this world will really come.

Ning An thought, his thoughts gradually becoming ethereal. All this is like a butterfly, when a butterfly flapps its wings, it is enough to produce a storm, so if more and more butterflies start to fly, what form will the upcoming storm take? Either way, it is conceivable that it must have been a very, very violent storm.

"How can I stop?" Ning An stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful of water, letting them flow through his fingers. It was only natural that he would seek strength in order not to lose himself in the storm, to shelter those who clinged to him, to resurrect Calidora, and even to seek strength for the sake of his own heart that longed to explore magic. He was not confused, nor was he afraid, but he remained steadfast.