Dumbledore had a shield from the inside out, and the fine, disgusting worms that lay on top of him were pushed away.

Hans Christian Andersen flew towards him, but he didn't look at him, just looked at Dumbledore, and at the same time, Linde's ears and nose began to feel hot.

This is a manifestation of a high load on the boiling of the brain.

The tentacles of His jaw swelled and stretched out and flew towards Andersen, trying to wrap around it.

Hans Christian Andersen tossed back and forth in the narrow air, his wings having recovered from Dumbledore's spells, but had begun to hang on with droplets, even though it had tried its best to avoid the water.

But it was so humid in the room that it had become increasingly difficult to fly.

It smacked at the tentacle and then dodged it, or tried its best to give the tentacle a claw and dodge.

After moving around for a long time, it didn't notice that behind it, a water bird cage had been formed.

The tentacles sped up towards it, and Andersen hurriedly retreated, realizing that the guy's attention was not on him at all, and that he was only fighting his "beard" for a long time.

But even if it can only help a little, it is willing to do it.

Thinking about it, Andersen retreated, and just as he was about to crash into the water bird cage, a loud birdsong suddenly appeared in the air.

Behind him, flames erupted, and Fawkes sprang out of them and flew straight towards him.

This cry directly made him move, and he covered his head a little uncomfortably.

And at this time, he also staggered, feeling his legs that were beginning to be a little uncontrollable.

The power that the starry sky gave him had begun to wane, and the consciousness that belonged to Linde in his mind had begun to try to regain control of his body.

At the same time, Dumbledore's side didn't make any big moves, just defending against the spells he had unleashed.

It seems like this guy will never take a shot at anyone.

Whether it was Grindelwald in the past, Voldemort or He who possessed Linde today.

Seeing this, he turned his fingernails into knives and pierced Quirrell's chest with his fingernails long and sharp.

Quirrell seemed to be spurred by the pain, and then as if he had reacted to something, he ran his hands down the hole he had pierced, helping him to plunge his hand into his chest.

Quirrell's face then became paler, but he was also more and more excited, as if he had been given something to him.

His hand stabbed in, and his fingers turned into tentacles and pierced Quirrell's heart.

Two holes appeared in the tips of the tentacles, one of which sucked blood from Quirrell's heart, and the other appeared to release an unknown substance that would flow down the veins to Quirrell's brain before he died.

At the same time, just as Fawkes was about to fly behind the fish-man and was about to launch a violent blow, a fleshy cut suddenly cracked in his back, in which throbbing organs and wriggling flesh were faintly visible.

On his spine, a number of bony tentacles appeared and slammed towards Fawkes.

This forced Fawkes to make an emergency back stop, narrowly dodging it just as the tentacles were about to catch it.

At the same time, the closed door was slammed open again, and Snape rushed in.

When he saw Him, he felt a hoarse murmur in his ears, a whisper that gave him a violent urge the moment it poured into his ears.

Snape hurriedly strengthened his active protection against Occlumency, which seemed to be completely unable to resist the invasion of this kind of whispering.

Then he looked into the room. The inverted sea, the eerie reliefs on the walls, the twisted and split fish-man limbs......

The moment he broke into the room, the atmosphere in the whole room froze.

He had never seen such a disgusting, cruel, heart-wrenching scene in a wizard's battle.

Snape clenched his wand, and the next second he was about to shoot some powerful spell.

At this time, the cracked back closed again, the inverted sea began to dissipate, and the stagnant water on the ground began to fall rapidly.

But for a moment, any scene of the battle just now disappeared. Only Dumbledore and Snape were standing.

Lind collapsed on Quirrell's corpse, breathing weakly.

Snape paced cautiously past as several detection spells in succession that had no serious counterproductive effects struck him.

Dumbledore spoke slowly. "There's nothing wrong with it, it's just a serious overdraft."

"What the hell is going on! How did he become this fish-man again? Snape's face grimaced.

Dumbledore thought back to the scene just now, and Fawkes flew to his shoulder, "We were all wrong, it wasn't some high-level magical creature that was sealed in Linde's body. ”

"It's not a high-level magical creature, so how could that situation happen in Gringotts at that time, the momentum that overflowed from the body directly suppressed that goblin." Snape asked.

Dumbledore shook his head and looked at Snape solemnly. "No, no, no, it's not that he's not superior, it's that he's higher than we think."

"That guy has a lot of tricky spells, and he's also very perverse physically. Linde's fish-man posture is nothing more than an externalized manifestation of him......

Most likely, it was some powerful dark wizard. ”

"Despicable Helbo?!" Snape immediately thought of this guy.

Helmo is arguably the most powerful, terrifying, and stunning dark wizard in history. At the same time, he is also the pioneer of Horcruxes and blood spells, and his research on the soul is very in-depth.

"Similar, but they're very different."

"But how is that possible?" Snape leaned down to check on Linde, then continued, "A blood curse seals the soul of a creature into a human body.

At the beginning, we said that Linde's body was sealed with a powerful high-level magical creature, which was already a very bold idea.

Sealing the soul of a powerful dark wizard in the form of a blood curse in his body, who can have such power, can you do it? ”

Dumbledore also walked up to Linde and began to check his physical condition, "I don't know, so let's do it for now, you can come to my office to see the details afterwards, and then we will discuss this matter." ”

Dumbledore picked up Linde, and Snape looked at Quirrell below him.

"Quirrell is dead, what about the mystery man? What about Harry? ”

Dumbledore blurted out, "Harry is fine...... But I think we might have to sort through his memories. Mystery Man...... I don't know. ”

Hearing this, Snape stared into Dumbledore's eyes behind his half-moon glasses and tried to say something, but he still didn't say anything.