Whenever someone pronounces the name, he feels it.

Otherwise, just by virtue of his ferocity, people would not dare to scold him in front of him, and the reason why he did not dare to say that name was because it would indeed bring real danger.

And in Dumbledore's speculation, the owner of the dungeon is likely to have the same experience as Voldemort -

He also suffers in the world in a state of immortality and non-life.

The difference is that the owner of the dungeon suffered much longer than Voldemort.

"More than 3,300 years ago, this reform ultimately failed, and after the death of Amenhotep IV, the faction of the god Aten was purged, and Dumbledore speculated that it was during this purge that the master of the dungeon was sent here."

Bill pulled out sheets of parchment from his pocket and threw out two more words, "Alive." ”

"Birth sacrifice? It was not new in ancient Egypt. So you guys had a lot of work last time. Speaking of this bad habit in Egypt, Aini suddenly felt that the air around him was inexplicably colder.

Think about it, more than 3,000 years ago, the owner of the dungeon was like Voldemort, and his soul remained in the world after his life was cut off.

But he can't gather strength like Voldemort to be resurrected.

On the contrary, he was sealed in his own body by special enchantments and alchemy products, unable to leave, but his consciousness remained clear.

Judging from the fact that some of the magic patterns in the room are still functioning, that time may have lasted for at least a thousand years, and just thinking about it makes people feel like they are falling into a nightmare.

I wonder what would happen if I collected a few Horcruxes, cast them into lead and threw them into the ocean?

Ani had an idea in her mind, but she gave up after thinking about it.

Not to mention whether the main soul wandering in the outside world will be affected, this method is too gloomy, and Lao Fu has no deep hatred with himself, so it really doesn't matter.

"Click......"

Thousands of miles away, a little mouse with chaotic eyes suddenly shivered a few times, and looked around for some reason.

It seems to be safe, but what happened to that strange omen in my heart just now?

Forget it, it's better to be careful, it's unlucky enough for the possessed rat to eat the bugs, if it is eaten again after a while, the hard work of half a month will be in vain.

Alas, it's sad to talk about 'again'.

In the dungeon, Bill took out a colorful crystal ball and threw it forward, and as soon as the ball touched the stone brick, it fell into it, and then a layer of pale green light spread out, rendering a large area of ground under his feet.

Then a variety of colors spread out from the green edges, some separate and some intertwined, making it dazzling to watch.

"Green is safe, the harmless area we identified the last time we came, the red area has a curse that still hasn't expired, and the silver lines are the magic veins of the present."

Ani looked around, and the silver thread matched the magic thread in her perception, and it seemed that the crystal ball was most likely Dumbledore's handiwork.

The old man's strength is not limited to a few areas, except for black magic, in other mainstream magic categories, it is difficult to say who does it better than him.

Of course, with the exception of alchemy, Nicol Lemay is naturally recognized as the first person in the wizarding world, after all, except for this legend who has lived for more than 600 years, who can refine a piece of magic stone?

"Amazing invention." Aini exclaimed, it seems that the two of them put a lot of thought into the exploration of the first issue.

"I'm just going to make a move." Bill doesn't take credit, he's a humble and reliable man.

"The last time I came, there was a huge amount of negative energy condensed in the dungeon, and it took Dumbledore a lot of effort to dissipate them, and I'm ashamed to say that before that, as long as I stepped here, I would have a feeling of great calamity, and I couldn't stay for a second."

Ani didn't think to take it lightly when he heard this, even if it was just a few words handed down from the dark ages, it could also show how deeply the Egyptian wizards studied the soul back then.

I'm afraid even Voldemort can't imprison other people's souls.

And for the ancient Egyptian wizards of three or four thousand years ago, it was not something to boast about.

"So why did Dumbledore call us here?" Aini's gaze kept wandering around, and it was obvious that before the magic power was exhausted, all kinds of magic patterns wrapped the dungeon tightly, leaving no dead ends.

But now, most of the circles and enchantments have been worn away by time without a supply of mana.

It's like a giant elephant frozen in a glacier, even if it melts away the ice on its body, it can't continue to gallop on the earth.

"It's a little complicated, let him explain it to you later." Bill pulled out a pocket watch and looked at it, Dumbledore should be coming back soon.

"Okay." Aini responded, thinking that Lao Deng Tou would not be untargeted, maybe this place that was not mentioned in the original book would bring some surprises to himself.

"Anyway, there's still time, can you teach me to recognize some hieroglyphs?" Seeing Bill freely reading the text on the wall, Aini's eyes couldn't help but heat up.

"Of course, no problem, in fact, hieroglyphs are not very difficult." Bill points to a small square with a bird and several abstract symbols.

"These hieroglyphs look messy, but very regular, in short, those that can be associated with the real thing, most of them are related to the meaning of the word, you see the three vertical lines in the lower right, which is a kind of functional symbol, which means that the word is plural......"

Bill is indeed very talented in teaching and educating people, and in just a short period of time, the reliefs that originally dazzled Ani gradually became regular.

As the teaching continued, Aini became more and more satisfied with the teacher.

And for Bill, the teenager who suddenly turned from a colleague to a student behind him was also extremely satisfying.

You can remember the knowledge just by talking about it once, and you can understand all the points as soon as you explain it, and it is very rewarding to teach.

"Ha, it seems that the lads are not wasting their time, I'm sorry, I'm a step late." With the voice, the seemingly old white wizard strode into the dungeon.

"I'm sorry, I should have looked into it first." Bill looked at the beam of light coming through the hole, he was so engrossed just now that the two of them missed lunch, and didn't make any preparations.

"No, you're doing a good job, very good." Dumbledore interrupted Bill's rest with a wave of his hand, "In my opinion, you did what you should do as a wizard. ”

Bill and Eni looked at each other, and looked thoughtfully at Dumbledore.

"I prefer to understand wizards this way, it doesn't just mean those who can cast spells." Dumbledore's hands folded on his abdomen, a smile on his face.

"Collecting knowledge, organizing knowledge, extracting knowledge, and spreading knowledge, you can be considered a real wizard if you can do these things." The old man waved his hand happily, as if to applaud the two young men for not forgetting to teach in the ruins.

"And if you can improve and innovate the old knowledge on this basis, then maybe you can add a prefix to the left of the name......"

"Great."