Just like when she took office last year, although she had made up her mind not to attend the opening banquet, Aini still reluctantly sat in the teacher's seat, silently suffering the ravages of the demonic school song.

However, Dumbledore was extremely proud of his "innovation", and his eyes lit up as he looked at the carnival on the Gryffindor long table, and even cast an approving glance at the twins.

Ani secretly slandered, and was encouraged by the principal at the opening banquet, presumably this year's two Ha will be more motivated to be happy.

Finally getting to the end, Enisnet looked at each other and followed Dumbledore.

"Well, thanks to you, if I can't get the Sorting Hat tonight, Minerva......

Recalling the storm he faced in the office before the dinner, this man, who is considered the most powerful man today, couldn't help but feel a palpitation.

Aini couldn't complain.

If I don't give it back, I still have to hold the mat cat nest?

It is even more impossible to delay, knowing that the Sorting House is still keeping things in his hands, and he is not George and Fred, the two guys who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic.

If she did, Professor McGonagall wouldn't spare him.

But why did this old man take the Sorting Hat out when he was idle?

almost made the biggest joke in decades since taking office.

If this class of freshmen relied on guessing to decide the college, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet would definitely be very grateful, and at least he would not have to worry about the headlines for at least half a month.

"Sit, do you want something to drink?"

When Ani refused, the old man poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice and sat down behind his desk.

The elves are indeed conscientious housekeepers, and even though Dumbledore has been gone for more than half a month, the headmaster's room is still spotlessly cleaned.

"I'm sorry, I might have to wait a little longer, the guy in the crystal ball is a lot trickier than I expected."

Talking about their last Egyptian harvest, Dumbledore was a little distressed.

In fact, he had stripped out the memories of the ancient remnant soul half a month ago.

But this time the object is too special.

Although they are essentially the same as ghosts, they are both energy bodies that carry spiritual memories, but neither in terms of strength nor weirdness, the two are incomparable.

After all, in ancient Egypt, memory magic, like Transfiguration at Hogwarts, was a separate specialized subject.

In the ancient kingdom of ****, manipulating memory is a fairly practical skill.

With the disparity between wizards and ordinary people, material power is only the next choice, whether it is a king or a sacrifice, manipulating people's hearts is their forte.

So a problem arises.

Because it is not certain whether the other party has left any secret hands in the memory, until it is safe to be sure, the stripped memory is not suitable for reading at all.

Maybe in some corner, there will be hidden spiritual hints.

Maybe it's the seemingly meaningless graffiti on the walls, maybe it's the shifting clouds in the sky, maybe it's the abstract stripes outlined by a few grasses on the side of the road, maybe it's the constant hints that are mixed together.

Dumbledore had to verify and extract useful and harmless parts from the other party's decades of memory. 藲礿尛裞網

This process cannot be omitted, after all, even if there is no problem in memory, the rich content alone is a difficult poison.

Not counting Aini, for a 16-year-old boy, letting him look through a decades-long memory is likely to cause confusion in his thinking.

The development of self-cognitive impairment is almost a consequence.

If you skip and watch, the learning effect will become extremely poor.

Just like when we watch a movie, we can't expect the progress bar to get stuck at the key points of the plot every time we click on it.

As for the purpose of that unfortunate sacrifice, with the common pursuit of the ancient Egyptians, it is not difficult to guess what they would do in their memory.

Some of the traps Dumbledore found in his memories also validate this.

Copy memories and distort personalities

, plus all the memories of the original owner.

If the reader does not resist the hands and feet of the memory, to a certain extent, it can also be regarded as the ancient sacrifice, resurrected in the present world after thousands of years.

Isn't resurrection from the dead the supreme pursuit of the ancient Egyptians?

Even if this is not strictly a resurrection, at least he can pass on his name.

In the minds of the ancient Egyptians, as long as a person's name has not been completely forgotten, he is not really dead.

In a codex, Ani had seen a few words about another specialty of ancient Egypt - a forbidden spell hidden in the magic of lost names.

As long as there are still people in the world who chant his name, the soul of the caster will slowly continue to grow in power in the River Styx until one day he crosses the line between life and death and is reborn on the earth.

However, it takes an extremely long time, and is far less convenient than Horcrux plug-and-play.

Of course, the cost is not as high as that of Horcruxes.

The old man chattered about his methods and precautions when deciphering the stripped memories.

Aini also listened with relish, these were valuable experiences, and some of the ideas broadened his thinking.

For a while, he was reluctant to pick up his original purpose and discuss it with Dumbledore.

It wasn't until Fawkes crawled down his trouser leg into his arms like a cat that Aini woke up.

At this time, in the large dial on the side, the shortest hand has crossed the center line.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect it to be so late."

Aini stood up unsatisfied, it was almost two o'clock in the morning, and it was not a commendable thing to stay up late with an old man who was over 100 years old.

But thinking about Dumbledel's multi-faceted appearance, how can there be a trace of exhaustion?

A true and pure visual old man.

Inexplicably, Aini broke into a Ford Anglia in front of his eyes.

The old shell is indeed the old shell, as for the core inside......

Not only is it more exciting to run than a new car, but it can be invisible and can fly when the interest comes, and the most important thing is that you don't need to burn oil......

That being said, it's time to say goodbye.

"I'll go back first, and I'll ...... tomorrow."

It seems like it's the next day.

Ani patted his head, not because of the half-swallowed "See you tomorrow", but suddenly remembered that the reason why he came to Dumbledore this time was that he had been lying in his pocket and not showing up......

So under the puzzled gaze of the old principal, Ani walked over with the little phoenix in his arms, and took out a small box from his pocket and put it on the table.

"What is this?"

Dumbledore picked up the box and pressed the switch in the middle as Eni signaled.

"Pak~"

The calm White Wizard glanced at it casually, and then he was so agitated that he almost threw the thing in his hand away.

I&a;a; a; ……%￥#%……！

Dumbledore pressed the bulging veins in his forehead and looked at Ani with a special "caring" gaze.

With such a dangerous thing in your pocket, you kid talked to me all night like no one!

Feeling his rising blood pressure, Dumbledore felt like he was back to being an ordinary old man.

Liver tremors, heart congestion, headaches!