Bill, who was closest to him, felt like he was surrounded by despair.

Aloneness.

Long loneliness.

Never-ending loneliness.

It is like a candle flame in the endless darkness, which seems to be about to be extinguished, but it has stood firm in the sparkling light.

For candlesticks, what a torment.

"Stand back!" Dumbledore let out a loud shout, his wand moving a little further away at the crystal ball in Ani's hand.

Even if there is no blessing and the voice is loud, the loud drink that is full of energy can make people's hearts shocked.

But to Bill's ears, Dumbledore's voice seemed to be covered with a layer of water, and it was faintly unreal.

There seemed to be countless eyes piercing at him all around, and he couldn't find the owner of the gaze, and found that everything around him seemed to be the owner of the gaze.

Stone bricks, wall carvings, columns, domes, including Fang Cai, who was lying quietly on the ground, are now full of malicious sand.

In the confusion, Bill suddenly felt that only death was the real relief.

"Divine Guard!"

Bill vaguely saw a silver phoenix flying towards him, but before he could see it, it exploded into a cloud of light and dust, filling his entire field of vision.

"Aini, take care of the crystal ball. Siphon! After Erney heard Dumbledore's command, the back hand left by the old man on the crystal ball also activated, and the magic power that had just surged out poured back at a faster speed, and a crack exploded on the crystal ball in an instant.

At this moment, Bill suddenly felt that the sky was clear, and the five senses that seemed to have been covered up returned to normal.

Then he heard an indescribable sob, the tragic despair of which made Bill mistakenly believe that someone had placed a cloud of ice rats on his tailbone, and the deceptive cold went all the way up to the back of his head.

"Damn, it's better not to hear clearly." Bill subconsciously complained, but he also knew that if he hadn't been able to get out of that weird state in time just now, maybe he would have used his wand to his chin to break his bones by now.

"Armor protection." He had been a spell solver for some years, and Bill pulled himself together and put an iron spell on himself first, and hurriedly ran towards Aini.

"Ani, use the protective spell." Bill shouted loudly, but his little friend seemed to be frightened and stupid, holding the crystal ball in a daze, as if he was unaware of everything around him.

By this time, Aini's mind was completely immersed in the crystal ball, and the surging magic power was like a torrent that broke the embankment, vowing to destroy everything in front of him.

He had to observe the condition of the crystal ball through the perspective brought by his magic perception, and constantly used his magic power to protect it, so that the sphere would not explode in his hand in the next second.

Dumbledore's plan paid off, and now the shards of the Philosopher's Stone at the core of the orb had begun to turn silver-gray, taking up about the top third of the left side.

These impurities that follow the magic power to roll back should be the remnants of the spiritual will of the director of the underground palace, or it is more appropriate to call it memory and obsession.

Even if the underground palace is destroyed, as long as the remaining memories can be completely captured with the Philosopher's Stone, this trip to Egypt will be completed.

They will also remove the old veil on the faces of many of the beauties of ancient Egyptian fans, separating history from more than a millennium.

Of course, the premise is that the crystal ball does not disintegrate before the return of mana is completed, and the spirit body is not allowed to have a chance to escape.

It is impossible for him to escape, Eni believes in Dumbledore's strength, even if he has zero perception of the outside world now, but since the old man has not come to help him stabilize the crystal ball, he must be doing something more important.

In fact, the Patronus Charm, which seemed to be exploding in the soul scream, had filled the entire dungeon, and was now shrinking with the continuous flow of magic.

The spiritual body hidden in the dungeon tried to break away several times, but it was fiercely rebounded back by the silver mist.

"Click!"

Despite the help of Aini's magic to offset some of the pressure, the crystal ball exploded once again with a crack under the impact of the mixed magic that forced it back.

And the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth cracks have also exploded at a faster rate.

Seeing that the crystal ball was already densely packed with cracks and was about to completely disintegrate at any time, the expression on Aini's face was relaxed.

Mana recovery, it's over.

When the last wave of purple-red light returned to the sphere, the Patronus Mist that followed behind also swarmed up, sealing the crystal ball that was about to shatter.

It's done!

Aini held the crystal ball in front of his eyes, and after being wrapped in a silver mist, the visibility of the translucent sphere became less and less, but he could still see that the core of the magic stone fragment had completely changed color.

I have to say that the ancient Egyptians did have a hand in architecture, even after three thousand years, and today it has been repeatedly tossed several times, but the underground palace is still unharmed, and there is no ordinary drama that the ruins will collapse after the treasure.

But after the remnants of the spirit body were confiscated, the coffin of his life also appeared in place, revealing a smell of dry decay.

"Boys, maybe it's time to talk somewhere else." Dumbledore beckoned to the two and disappeared with them.

The ancient dungeon trembled slightly, perhaps reminiscing about the long-lost noise.

"Gross!"

Despite being proficient at apparition, Bill couldn't help but retch after reaching his destination.

This is because he is only following Dumbledore's apparition, otherwise it would not have been a matter of retching.

Thanks to the friendship and dedication of Little Phoenix, Aini's sense of space is much sharper and more intuitive than that of ordinary wizards.

He was pretty sure that the distance of this space movement was nearly 400 miles, and with a vague sense of the spatial position, Aini had already roughly guessed where he was.

"Selum?" Thinking about it, Aini didn't choose to hide it, one was not necessary, and the other could deepen Dumbledore's sense of expectation of him.

After all, as long as the old man lives, he is a tall man who will carry the sky, and Aini only needs to develop smoothly step by step.

Give him more sense of expectation, let him add a touch of nostalgia, has become Aini's daily habitual task, whether it is useful or not, you have to try it to know.

"A sharp gift." Dumbledore's eyes lit up after hearing Anie's words, this child was always refreshing his cognition.

Regarding the obvious difference in state between Aini and Bill at this time, it is not surprising that old Deng Tou is not surprised.

Strong physical fitness plays a big role in fighting the pressure of space, and combined with excellent space talent, Aini naturally performs much better than Bill.

"Actually, I don't feel it that clearly."

Ani scratched her hair, pointed to the candy box in Dumbledore's hand and continued, "But if you want to use the portkey to travel across the country, it is naturally the most appropriate place for Selum to be the junction of the two countries, as well as the junction of land and sea. ”

Dumbledore was more satisfied, and a thought in his heart was even more shaken.