"Chirp. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

A phoenix's chirp calmed Ling Zifeng's mind.

I saw Fawkes hurriedly come up to Dumbledore, and as soon as he lowered his head, he was ready to drip tears from his mouth.

Ling Zifeng glanced at it and saw that Fawkes' feathers had already become dim.

From a dazzling fiery red, to a gray crimson.

It also looks like it's a lot older.

Ling Zifeng suddenly realized that Fawkes and Dumbledore had a symbiotic relationship.

Dumbledore's repair was lost, and Fawkes suffered even more.

No wonder in the original books Dumbledore died and Fawkes disappeared.

"But if that's the case, can it still heal Dumbledore?"

The weakened phoenix seemed to see Ling Zifeng's concern, and it shook its head lightly, still stubbornly bringing the corners of its eyes to Dumbledore's mouth.

a drop;

two drops;

Three drops ......

Dumbledore's injuries were far worse than expected.

He was just breathing a sigh of relief, and if he was unlucky, he might have died on the spot.

Four, five, six, Dumbledore was much stronger than the average person.

Therefore, the healing energy needed to revive him is much more than that of ordinary people.

The phoenix finally couldn't hold it anymore, and it shed six tears in a row while being seriously injured.

It's almost burning all its life away.

But Dumbledore's injuries were so severe that six tears in a row could not wake him up.

Fox gritted his teeth, and a raging fire burned from his body.

I saw that its feathers fell off at root, and in the blink of an eye, it fell to the ground and turned into ashes.

The fire on the phoenix's body burned bigger and bigger, but Ling Zifeng didn't feel a trace of heat.

He knew that this was a precursor to Fox's imminent nirvana.

"Boom!"

Finally, before the phoenix burned the last shred of his life, a seventh tear was shed.

"Fawkes!"

Dumbledore snapped around.

Fawkes had been reduced to ashes, and this time it never came back from the ashes.

It had exhausted all its life force, leaving only a fist-sized fiery red egg in its place.

"Nope! You can't do this, my old friend! ”

Dumbledore held the egg in his arms and burst into tears.

A super magician who has lived for hundreds of years like him, his friends and family have long since passed away.

The only best friend is Fox, the phoenix who will continue to nirvana.

Although the phoenix of the Western magical world is not as powerful as the Eastern myths and legends.

But this valuable spirit of sacrifice also made Ling Zifeng feel great admiration.

"Headmaster, didn't Fawkes keep an egg?"

To comfort Dumbledore, he digressed from the subject.

Dumbledore sighed:

"The phoenix egg is extremely difficult to hatch, and even if it does, it is only its offspring, not Fawkes."

Ling Zifeng understood this sentence and was immediately shocked.

It turns out that the reproduction of the phoenix is at the cost of the death of the previous generation.

No wonder there are so few phoenixes in the wizarding world.

"Headmaster, did you reply?"

The old magician shook his head, his expression completely lonely.

"My life is saved, but my cultivation is ......"

Needless to say, just look at Dumbledore's expression and tell that he has become an ordinary person.

"Hahaha, you guys had a good time, do you think I'm dead?"

The eerie and icy voice echoed here again.

Ling Zifeng was shocked, he didn't expect it to be like this, the enemy is not dead yet!

At this moment, another vague figure appeared in front of Ling Zifeng

It is a wizard wearing a dark red cloak.

"Nope! It can't be, he's Godric Gryffindor! ”

Dumbledore roared in horror.

The remnant looked very illusory, ethereal and could not see his face clearly, but Dumbledore could see his true identity at a glance.

This was the last founder of Hogwarts, Gryffindor.

"I see, it's the sword that was broken just now!"

It dawned on Dumbledore that it seemed to be the remnant soul hidden in the broken sword he had just broken. I don't know how this terrifying demonic consciousness controls this remnant soul.

He saw the phantom of Gryffindor floating, and he looked at Dumbledore and nodded slightly, as if he was very satisfied with what his offspring had done.

He turned his head to look at Ling Zifeng again, and a glance signaled, but his gaze was fixed on somewhere on the ground.

Ling Zifeng felt an inexplicable feeling, and hurriedly looked down.

"Sorting Hat?"

The Gryffindor Phantom nodded slightly, a faint smile on his face.

The next moment, he was surrounded by black aura, and a dive struck at Ling Zifeng

"Ahh

Ling Zifeng put up a shield to block, but the opponent seemed to have no body, and actually passed through his shield.

He was immediately knocked away by the remnant soul that swirled in black gas, and a mouthful of blood sprayed onto the placket of his clothes.

"Brother Ling!"

Mo Sandi, who was far away, saw that Ling Zifeng was injured and vomited blood, and anxiously rushed back.

In fact, with the blow just now, Ling Zifeng was far more than just vomiting blood.

The moment he was impacted, the extremely terrifying negative emotions suddenly filled his entire mind, and the torture of mental attacks made him almost faint.

The phantom of Gryffindor, a whirlwind, attacked again.

"Don't come here!"

Ling Zifeng's shout was still half a beat late.

I saw Mo Sandi dodging in front of Ling Zifeng, holding a golden apple in his hand, ready to carry the blow of the phantom.

"Ahh

screamed, heartbreaking, Mo Sandi's eyes rolled, "poof", and fell to the ground.

The golden apple's shield didn't stop the Phantom at all.

She was directly rushed by the black and steaming phantom, although there were no scars on her body, but Ling Zifeng knew that Mo Sandi was in big trouble this time.

Not long ago, she instantly lost dozens of fierce fire talismans, and her spirit had already received a serious impact.

After being ravaged by such a terrifying spiritual attack, she was only afraid that she would be more than lucky.

Ling Zifeng grabbed the "Sorting Hat" on the ground and rushed to Mo Sandi's side with an arrow step.

He hurriedly picked up the Assassin beauty and checked it, and found that she was still breathing.

Fortunately, he was only unconscious, and his life was not in danger.

"Hey, hey, hey, look at what other moves you have now!"

The voice of demonic consciousness resounded in the hall again.

He controlled the Gryffindor's phantom and rushed towards Ling Zifeng again.

"Buzz."

I saw Ling Zifeng buckle the "Sorting Hat" on his head.

A light as thick as a bucket burst out of his head.

Red, green, yellow, and blue rays of light soared into the sky and shook the sky.

"No, how can there still be remnants!"

The voice of demonic consciousness came from all directions, and his tone was full of disbelief.

The Sorting Hat was originally a Gryffindor's hat, but when he founded Hogwarts, he had each founder put their own minds into it.

In other words, this hat has the remnants of the four founders representing the front!

"Gryffindor - Courage!"

"Hufflepuff - Mercy!"

"Leavenclaw - Wisdom!"

"Slytherin - Strong!"

These frontal remnant souls were all injected into the Sage Stone in Ling Zifeng's hands in an instant.

That's right, it's the Philosopher's Stone.

I saw the purple sage stone, which instantly became colorful.

An inexplicable sensation came from the stone in his hand.

(To be continued)