Aini was dumbfounded, and although he had found a clue, he was shocked when he actually heard the answer, which was both expected and somewhat unexpected.

"Make a contract, you mean the world is alive?"

"That's right." Dumbledore took out the meditation basin and fiddled with it, "Our world is alive, of course it's alive. But she doesn't have a complete consciousness, but she has a tendency, an instinctive pursuit of self-improvement. ”

"Come on, kid. Let's take a look at how spells were invented. Dumbledore motioned for Aini to stand up, and together they poked their faces towards the meditation basin.

The two then appeared in a somewhat dimly lit room with a teenager about Aini's age.

He has soft brown curly hair, and his blue eyes seem to connect an ocean, surging with a compelling aura.

Suddenly, he snapped his fingers, his slender fingers moved forward, and the corners of his mouth flew with a curvature that made people can't help but want to explore his secret.

"That's me." Dumbledore whispered almost like a whisper.

Ani's gaze moved back and forth between the young man and the old man, the shape of his face was roughly similar to the outline of his facial features, but the bridge of the young man's nose was straight, and the old man's nose was obviously a little crooked.

The temperament is also completely different, the old man's blue eyes like a flat lake are bottomless, and the young man's seems to be gushing with torrents.

It is a strong contrast between flying and restrained, looking at Dumbledore's old face, no matter how bright the morning sun is, can it not escape the burial of time after all?

The tip of the young Dumbledore's wand erupted with a silvery white mist, and a pair of white wings seemed to be about to condense out, as if the spell was about to be cast.

But the boy stopped casting the spell in disappointment, and turned his head to the side as if he were communicating with someone.

Eni saw Dumbledore turn his gaze with his younger self, and they all looked under the window, where there was an old-fashioned chair, and the darkness outlined a human figure in a modest light.

Gellert Grindelwald, Dumbledore's complicated look convinced him that it wouldn't be anyone else.

This human form, outlined in darkness, will become the light of countless people to follow in the near future, and it will not fade until death.

Until after that duel in 1945, this light remained unextinguished in the hearts of many saints.

He may have been Dumbledore's light at one time, but it seems that this light was extinguished with Ariana's death after two months of warm light.

Looking at the corners of the old wizard's mouth, which had begun to quiver, Aini knew what to say.

"Albus, is this a Patronus Charm? It looks a little different. ”

Taking a deep breath, with the help of Ani's words, Dumbledore pulled himself out of his past remembrance.

"You can say yes, you can say no." The old wizard fast-forwarded his memories and only showed the image of the spell being tested.

"This is the Patronus Charm, to be exact, but it is what it is."

As she continued to cast spells, Aini saw what seemed to be a few times when a hazy human form appeared in the white mist.

"In fact, the original Patronus Charm was an ancient magic spell born out of the Church's divine angel descending. It's a bit sacred, isn't it? ”

"The magic of the Church? I've looked up information on this, but I've been completely cut off. "Ani used to be very curious about the Church, and the organization that could fight wizards could not be made up entirely of Muggles.

"Indeed, the Dark Ages seem to have been completely erased by something, and our knowledge of them depends almost entirely on the wizards who were not far from each other, and no detailed records have survived, only bits and pieces remain."

In fact, Dumbledore had a vague guess in his heart, maybe it was not that there was no record of it, but that there were some contents that could not be recorded at all.

"Some of the magic that followed still has traces of magic, and they often require specific emotions to enhance the effects of magic."

The speed of the picture played faster and faster, and finally, when the boy cast the spell again, what appeared in the white mist was no longer an angel with wings, and a familiar image rose into the air.

"Fawkes, the patronus in the form of a phoenix, is truly amazing." Aini sighed, and during this time, because of the increasing talent, his somewhat impetuous heart suddenly calmed down.

Looking at the two teenagers in the light and the darkness, this is the true genius of magic, who can create new spells at the age of 17, and they are far superior to themselves in the realm of magic.

"Look, Aini, this is how the new spell was created."

Bright silver veins appeared on the boy's body, and he began to wave his staff in accordance with the flow of magic, and again and again, when the phoenix was able to appear steadily, the memory of Dumbledore began to add spells again.

"Ani, when you have a deeper understanding of magic, you can try to create new spells according to your own wishes, or improve existing ones."

And the premise for this is to cast spells silently and without a wand. It's up to you to use your magic, resonate, and then correct the effects of the spell over and over again. ”

"When you're happy with the effects of the new spell, use your wand as your magic moves, and then add spells."

Aini shrugged, as if learning magic was the opposite of the procedure for creating it.

But how? I mean, how do you make sure that the wand action and spell after that are appropriate? ”

"Don't be sure, Aini. At that time, everything fell into place, and when you created a magic, you naturally had a feeling that you had succeeded. The actions and spells that follow are just commands for the magic, and they are naturally derived. ”

"To be silent and wandless, we must be very knowledgeable about the magic we cast, and we must use it ourselves. However, you don't need to cast ordinary spells, as long as you meet the casting standards, chant spells correctly, and wave your wand, you can cast magic. ”

"And every time you successfully cast magic, the magic will increase slightly, and we can't detect what is consumed, Lemay and I have been studying together for a long time, but the only speculation is that now magic is based on contracts, and other mysteries need you to solve."

The words fell, and the two left the memory world, and Tom meowed pitifully, calling for his master, who was suddenly unresponsive.

Holding Fawkes in one hand, Ani squatted down and touched Tom's little head, turning its shedding fur into a fluffy fluff, and the little milk cat suddenly forgot about Fang Cai's anxiety and chased after him.

Holding the phoenix back on the couch, Aini inexplicably felt that Dumbledore was hiding something.

smiled dumbly, he hadn't even started the step of "learning" for a long time, and the rest was still too far away from him.

"Aini, a piece of advice for you. Black magic is different from normal spells, you can learn from it, but you should never use it or rely on it. ”

"It's like a drop of ink, no matter how much water you pour in later, the drop will only be diluted, but its effects will stay with you forever."

Looking at Dumbledore, who had become serious, Aini replied with the same seriousness.

"I'll take your words to heart, Professor Dumbledore."

The conversation was over, but Ani didn't say goodbye and leave, and Dumbledore didn't mean to send him off.

After a brief moment of silence, Dumbledore waved his wand, and the portraits of the headmasters on the wall were all flipped upside down.

"Ani, I think Bill has already mentioned the tomb that was stolen and excavated, and it's not hard to guess that person, right?"

"Quirrell." Aini didn't have to guess, "Bill, who can bring you back to visit your family, and Fawkes will have to spend energy to teleport to Egypt, I don't think it will be so coincidental that you will run into other big problems during this time." ”

"Quirinus Quirrell. He was once a very good graduate with the usual bright minds of a Ravencla student. ”

Dumbledore sighed a little, he could still think of the smile on Quirrell's face after successfully applying for the position of professor of Muggle studies. It was the same office when he announced that he had been accepted, and the smile on Quirrell's face was still pure.

"It's a pity that black magic doesn't make him brave, it erodes his heart." Dumbledore lamented that when Quirrell had the idea to find Voldemort, everything would be irreparable.

"Aini, this trip to Egypt has revealed that Tom knows the terrain very well, and he knows some secrets that even the local wizards don't know, and even unearthed the secrets of the mummy."

"Mummy? Isn't it true that there have been no more real lichs and mummies since the Dark Ages, and that the occasional discovery is only a lack of consciousness? "Of course, Ani wouldn't think of Dumbledore's mummies as immobile, cloth-covered dried corpses in Muggle museums.

Eternal life has always been a human desire, and even some powerful wizards who have deciphered life and death are also hungry for more time to study, and in the distant past, with the appearance of the first lich, some mysterious ritual of transformation has spread in the West.

This esoteric technique is rumored to have come from as far away as Egypt, where powerful wizards enjoyed supreme power among Muggles, and when their lives approached, their coveters chose to transform themselves into another form.

However, after the Dark Ages, the transformation rituals of both the lich and the mummy have been lost. Otherwise, Voldemort will most likely not choose to split his soul, and the development of England will go another way.

"I've always admitted that Tom has a talent for magic that is far beyond the ordinary, especially in all sorts of evil rituals." Dumbledore was well aware that in some ways the dark arts had great advantages, but in using these advantages, he also took the shortcut of self-destruction.

"But I'm curious how Tom is going to cover up the changes in Quirrell, and I think he'll come back no longer a normal human."

Dumbledore was a little puzzled, and although Voldemort had become mad and arrogant after splitting his soul, he had never underestimated Tom's intelligence.

"It doesn't matter, Albus. Tom can only take the plunge, but we obviously have more options. "The situation is much better now than in the original books, and even in the original books, Voldemort failed to push the wizards of England to a dead end.

Think about Grindelwald's treatment, and it's not just Britain in the world.

Defending against the Dark Lord, Aini has his own ideas, the pit is ready for him, and all Aini needs to do is dig from time to time to make the pit a little deeper. It can go hand in hand with Dumbledore's plan, plus a layer of insurance.