The night at Hogwarts was quiet.

Old Headmaster Dumbledore had washed up and changed into his dark blue coral fleece dressing gown.

He yawned slowly, and gently stroked Fawkes's incomparably smooth feathers, causing Fawkes to subconsciously fight back in his sleep.

With two "hehe" smirks, Dumbledore casually took out a copy of Advanced Mathematics - Introduction to Calculus from his bookcase as a bedtime read.

Although Dumbledore was already over a hundred years old, he still maintained a great interest in the development of knowledge in the Muggle world due to Grindelwald's influence.

Turning two pages of calculus every night can greatly improve the sleep quality of the old principal.

This reminded Dumbledore of his school days, when he would be so sleepy when he read books on the history of magic.

Well, until his name was written into the History of Magic.

From that day on, Dumbledore had one more mantra: "Read the history books, and we can walk with the great wizards in the books." ”

"Toot toot."

"Knock knock."

"Tuk-tuk."

"Principal, principal, open the window~"

The paper airplane slammed into the glass window of the principal's room, finally waking up Phoenix Fawkes, who was in a deep sleep.

The awakened bird flew to Dumbledore's bedroom, venting all of its wake-up anger on the old man.

"The person who wrote to me so late, apart from Fudge, is probably only Li Fei."

Dumbledore helped his forehead, who had promised Li Fei before he first enrolled that no matter what difficulties he had at Hogwarts, he could deal with them himself.

I remember that Li Fei casually asked at that time, "Is it okay at any time?" ”

Why did I think so little about it at that time, and replied casually: "Even if it is early in the morning or in the middle of the night, as long as you are in trouble, I am willing to listen and help." ”

Good fellow, since then, how many times has Dumbledore received letters from Li Fei in the middle of the night, and the letters often only contained one sentence:

"Are you there?"

"Did you sleep?"

"If you haven't slept, do you want to talk for a while?"

The most hateful time, Li Feiyang wrote a letter of several hundred words, the content of which was probably "Are you lonely at night when no one is around, do you long to experience the collision of spirit and flesh in the depths of darkness, do you long to wantonly sway passion and sweat?" "That's the kind of thing you want.

Just when Dumbledore thought that Li Fei's classmates had been distorted by the folk customs of the corrupt country, he found that there was also a copy of Li Fei's own record of "Summary of Spell Gesture Notes" under the envelope, and expressed his hope that Dumbledore would help review it.

In short, before Dumbledore was estranged from Li Fei because he suspected that Li Fei was in contact with other magical forces, the old and the young had actually maintained a fairly good social relationship.

Therefore, although it was already very late, Dumbledore was still quite surprised to receive a letter from Li Fei again in the evening after a long time.

At least the child is still willing to communicate with himself, and that's good.

Not to mention how Dumbledore faced Li Fei's leave application, in short, although he felt that it was still a little difficult to understand practicing magic in his dreams, but considering that Li Fei said that this was a family cultivation method, Dumbledore didn't ask more.

The gaze returns to the dream space.

As Li Fei was ready, the clone of the ancient first mage nodded at Li Fei, and then an incomparably huge magic array appeared on the top of the head, under the feet, in front of and behind the body, and on the left and right sides of the two at the same time, and finally the twelve magic arrays merged into a cube, protecting the two of them tightly.

Then Gu Yi waved his hand again, and eight portals were arranged in sequence, and the construction was completed in front of Li Fei's eyes.

"This is the key to the dimension, which can open portals to different dimensions, and we need to go through at least six different dimensions as a springboard to reach our destination, the Void Dimension."

The golden cube slowly flew up, sprinting away at a rapid pace according to the eight portals in front of him!

With a ripple flashing, the world of the earth and the dream realm was gone, and now Li Fei was in a vast starry sky, and a battleship was flying in the universe.

Looking at the huge golden cube that suddenly appeared in front of him, the battleship instantly stopped, and then entered the first-level alert mode.

A figure with green hair emerged from above the battleship, and said to Li Fei and the others: "I am the intelligent three-dimensional AI Kena of the lost battleship 'Feitian No. 1', the golden cube in front, please make your position clear immediately, otherwise we will arrest you!" ”

Li Fei was excited.

This,This is one of my childhood goddesses,The artificial intelligence lady in "Cosmic Detective",I said that I seemed to want to marry her at the time.,You can find the Eris Magic Mirror YY when you have time......

Without waiting for Li Fei to think about it, the golden cube had already passed through the second portal at a rapid pace, and the eyes were filled with endless oceans, and many soldiers wearing exoskeleton armor had landed on the beach.

One of them resembles Tom's

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"Imitations?" Bellatrix screamed, "Huh, it's upside down! ”

"It's easy to pinpoint!" Lucius said, "Draco, get that elf, he can determine if the sword is real or fake!" ”

Harry rushed to the Pull Ring, which was curled up on the ground.

"Pull Ring," he whispered into the elf's pointed ears, "you must say that the sword is fake, and you must not let them know that it is true, Pull Ring, please—"

Harry heard someone rushing down the dungeon stairs, and Draco's trembling voice came from outside the cell door.

"Stand backwards, stand in a row against the wall, and don't try to act rashly, or I'll kill you!"

And they did. As the keyhole turned, Ron flicked the light extinguisher, and the ball of light flew back into his pocket, leaving the dungeon dark again. The door opened, and Draco walked in, wand raised in front of him, looking pale and resolute. He grabbed Ra Ring's arm and dragged the goblin out. The cell door slammed shut, and a pop echoed through the dungeon.

Ron pressed the lights out, and three balls of light flew out of his pocket into the air, illuminating Dobby, the house-elf who had just manifested himself among them.

"Multi-——!"

Harry slapped Ron on the arm, preventing him from screaming. Ron also seems to be scared of his own mistakes. Footsteps walked by from the top of the ceiling, and Draco escorted the ring to Bellatrix.

Dobby's wide, tennis-like eyes were wide open, and he was trembling from his feet to the tips of his ears. He returned to his old master's house, apparently stunned.

"Harry. Potter," he squeaked, letting out a faint trembling sound, "Dobby has saved you." ”

"But how did you ——??"

A terrifying scream drowned out Harry's voice: Hermione was being tortured again. He hurried to check the most important thing and said.

"Can you apparition out of this dungeon?" He asked, and Dobby nodded, tapping his ears a few times.

"Can you take someone out?"

Dobby nodded again.

"Okay. Dobby, I want you to take Luna, Dean, and Mr. Ollivander and bring them to—to—"

"Bill and Fleur's house," Ron said, "the shell cottage on the outskirts of Dinworth." ”

The elf nodded for the third time.

"And then come back." Harry said, "Can you do it, Dobby?" ”

"Of course, Harry. Porter. The elf whispered. He hurried to Mr. Ollivander, who was almost unconscious, grabbed the wandmaker's hand, and then extended his other hand to Luna and Dean, neither of whom moved.

"Harry, we want to help you!" Luna whispered.

"We can't leave you here." Dean said.

"Hurry up, you two! We'll see you at Bill and Fleur's house. ”

As Harry spoke, his scar burned like never before, and for a few seconds he looked down not at Ollivander, but at another man, just as old, just as thin, but smiling contemptuously.

"Kill me, Voldemort, I'm glad to die! But my death will not bring what you seek...... There are a lot of things you don't understand......"

He felt Voldemort's wrath, but Hermione screamed again, and he stopped watching the scene and returned to the dungeon and his current horror situation.

"Let's go." Harry pleaded with Luna and Dean, "Let's go! We'll be here then, let's go! ”

They grabbed the elf's outstretched hand. There was another pop, and Dobby, Luna, Dean, and Ollivander vanished.

"What's that?" Lucius. Malfoy shouted from above, "Did you hear that? What's going on with that noise in the dungeon? ”

Harry and Ron stared at each other in horror.

"Draco- no, it's called Wormtail! Let him check it out! ”

Footsteps passed through the upstairs room, followed by a deep silence. Harry knew that the people in the living room were listening quietly to the noise coming from the dungeon.

"Something has to be done to deal with him." He whispered to Ron. They had no choice, as soon as someone walked into the room and found three prisoners stumbling, they were dead. "Don't turn off the lights." Harry added. Hearing someone coming down the stairs outside the door, they leaned against the walls on either side of the door.

"Stand back," the voice of Wormtail came from outside the door, "a little further away from the door, I'm in." ”

The door opened. For a brief moment, Wormtail stared at the seemingly empty dungeon, with three small suns hanging dazzlingly in the air. Harry and Ron pounced, Ron grabbed Wormtail's arm holding the wand, forcing it upwards, and Harry covered his mouth with his hand to keep him from making a sound. The three of them fought silently, Wormtail's wand sparkling, his silver hand grabbing Harry's throat.

"What's wrong, Wormtail?" Lucius. Malfoy shouted from above.

"It's fine!" Ron replied loudly, imitating the whirring sound of the worm's tail, "Everything is fine!" ”

Harry could barely breathe.

"You're going to strangle me?" Harry said with difficulty, trying to break the metal fingers, "After I saved your life?" You still owe me, Wormtail! ”

Silverfinger let go. Harry didn't expect it: he broke free at once, and was surprised, but his hand still covered the mouth of the worm's tail. He saw the rat-like man's watery little eyes widen, full of fear and surprise, as if Harry was as surprised by the actions of his own hand, and shocked at the little benevolent impulse it revealed. He fought even harder, as if trying to counteract the consequences of that moment's weakness.

"Give it to us." Ron whispered, pulling out the wand in Wormtail's other hand.

Losing his wand and running out of options, Pettigrew's pupils dilated in fear. His gaze slipped away from Harry's face, and the silver hand moved mercilessly to his own throat.

"No—"

Harry didn't have time to think and hurried to take his hand, but there was nothing he could do to stop him. Voldemort, who had given the silver tools to his most cowardly squire, suddenly began to attack the useless master who had lost his weapon. Pettigrew was reaping the punishment, and because of his hesitation, because of that momentary mercy, he was strangled alive in front of Harry and Ron.

"No!"

Ron let go of Wormtail, and together with Harry, he tried to pull the metal finger that was clenching Wormtail's throat, but to no avail, Pettigrew's face turned blue.

"Loose and energetic!" Ron pointed his wand at the silver hand, but to no avail. Pettigrew fell to his knees. At the same time, Hermione let out a terrible scream from above. Wormtail's eyes rolled upwards and his face turned purple, and finally he twitched and stopped moving.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, then left Wormtail's body in the dungeon and rushed up the stairs to the dimly lit hallway leading to the living room. They cautiously and quietly moved forward to the door of the living room. The door was slightly open, and it was now clear that Bellatrix was looking down at the Ring, who was holding the Gryffindor Sword in his long hand. Hermione lay at Bellatrix's feet, barely moving.

"How?" Bellatrix asked the tabla, "Is the sword real?" ”

Harry held his breath, struggling to resist the stinging pain of the scar, waiting for him to answer.

"No," said the puller, "it's a fake." ”

"Are you sure?" Bellatrix gasped and asked, "Are you really sure?" ”

"Yes." The goblin said.

Her face relaxed, and all the tension vanished.

"Good." She said, waving her wand and giving the goblin a deep gash in the goblin's face. He screamed and fell at her feet, and she kicked him away. "All right," she said, her triumphant joy palpable, "let's summon the Dark Lord!" ”

She rolled up her sleeve and pressed her index finger to the Dark Mark.

Suddenly, Harry's scar seemed to be torn apart again. The real thing around him was gone, he was Voldemort, the scrawny old wizard laughing at him, toothless. He sensed the summons, and was furious - he had warned them that they would have to at least catch Potter to summon him, if they were mistaken......

"Kill me!" The old man demanded, "You won't win, you can't win!" That wand will never, never be your—"

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