Melda meets Dumbledore.

It's in Chang'an Taixue.

That day, there was a light rain in the sky, and the old headmaster came in a hurry, and his expression was very complicated.

And after seeing Melda.

I can clearly feel that the old principal's complicated mood has taken a turn for the worse, and he has directly become a little frustrated or worried.

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This confuses Melda.

What's going on?

Who hit Old Deng?

But it was clear that the headmaster had come to pick him up.

But recently Melda has something else going on.

I'm afraid it's going to have to be delayed for a while.

He's waiting!

Wait for Elder Kunlunxu.

Kunlun Void Magic Academy, that's what Britain is called.

Chang'an Taixue, Jixia Academy, and Chengtian Palace are just her subordinate colleges.

Only the top talents in these three colleges can enter Kunlun Xu to continue their studies.

And Kunlunxu's elder group is the actual manager of the academy.

Melda, on the other hand, was waiting for a magical elder from Kunlunxu.

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While waiting, Melda also learned some details about what happened on the American side from Dumbledore's mouth.

According to our old headmaster, the Magical Congress of America has given Ron and Hermione a lot of awards and honors.

However, the two of them were forbidden to re-enter the United States.

And Melda, a follow-up report from the American Ghost, is also paying attention.

Congress's handling of this matter is very ambiguous.

On the one hand, they did admit that there was unrest in the Magic Market.

But on the other hand, it firmly stated that the region was very stable and that the situation was completely under the control of Congress.

In the words of an American official.

Stable, no problems, but potentially dangerous. But the danger is not enough to upend stability.

Yes, it does... It's stable.

But that's kind of... Unstable stability.

In short, it is a four-stage rhetoric.

In the first stage, we declare that nothing has happened;

The second stage is to say that something may happen, but we shouldn't take action;

The third stage says that maybe we should act, but we can't do anything;

In the fourth stage, maybe something could have been done, but now it's too late.

And now they are in, the third stage: maybe we should act, but we can't do anything ...

Melda is naturally too lazy to bird, what the hell is the Magic Congress of the United States to deal with.

He was just a little worried about Hermione and Ron.

After hearing from the old principal that the two of them had nothing to do with him, what does the matter of the United States have to do with him?

Anyway, dealing with these things in Europe and the United States is basically a routine.

If you can drag it out, if you can't drag it out, you can step down!

Wouldn't it be possible to put it off for a few more months? After a long time, ordinary people will naturally forget about it.

Cut!

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July 20, 1992.

After studying in Chang'an Taixue for nearly a month, Melda finally met the elder from Kunlunxu.

It was a very gentle-looking, kind-eyed old man.

A white robe, with crane hair and a childish face, and fairy wind bones.

The whole body exudes a kind of hidden master, mana to the sky, and a temperament that looks at the world but has no quarrel with the world.

It is really a clear stream between heaven and earth.

"This is, I Kunlun is a master of the Dao, and Elder Qingxu is also!" The master touched his beard and said loudly.

Elder Qingxu?

Melda didn't feel surprised, but humbly accepted the salute and bowed slowly: "Hello sir! ”

I've been studying in Chang'an for so long.

Naturally, Melda also knew that the myths and stories that circulated in China were probably spread by the mages deliberately, or because they thought it was interesting.

Immortals, Shu Mountain, Imperial Sword. These are the wishes of wizards!

"Haha! I have never seen you, but I know what you look like. Elder Qingxu looked at Melda with a smile, his eyes full of divine light.

"Albus, you've really taken that step."

After Elder Qingxu finished speaking, he looked at the old headmaster behind Melda, and his face was full of surprise.

"After decades of research, there must be some results!" The old headmaster seems to be very familiar with this ancestor, and he even jokes with a child's mind.

"You have been envious of me for decades, I am not as good as you!"

"You also know that I can't leave Kunlun for too long, this time just to take you, a student, up the mountain." Elder Qingxu said slowly. The eyes are full of vicissitudes, and there is more helplessness.

"I understand. Melda..."

Old Deng pulled Melda over and told him repeatedly: "Don't cause trouble again." ”

"How so? Headmaster! I'm the best, aren't I? Melda blinked two pairs of big eyes, flickering and selling cute.

"Humph!"

The old headmaster suddenly lowered his head and whispered in Melda's ear, "Mr. Ron, you gave you the magic sword in your hand!" ”

With that, he pushed Melda out.

Melda walked towards Elder Qingxu's side as she turned around and said, "Hey! Professor Dumbledore, how do you smear people's innocence? ”

"Murderer, what does it have to do with me, the knife buyer?"

"I didn't teach anything!"

Elder Qingxu smiled at the gag between Melda and Dumbledore.

Then he stretched out his right hand and placed it on Melda's shoulder.

Moment. The stars shifted, and Melda felt only a wave of vertigo.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already standing on the top of a cliff.

Melda looked around, and in the distance he was a rolling mountain that stretched into the sky.

The wind and snow whistled by, and there seemed to be a melodious sound of the horse piano on the mountain top in the distance.

The cold wind accompanied by the sound of the piano added an indescribable loneliness and melancholy to the vast land.

"It always snows in Kunlun." Elder Void's empty voice rang out behind Melda.

"But it's really beautiful here." Melda said kindly.

He looked up at the sky, which seemed to be close at hand, much bluer than anywhere else.

The main peak where he was located was full of ruins, and it seems that there was once a magnificent palace here.

Today, it is covered in wind and snow, and only the stone pillars that support the palace still stand here.

Still resisting the wind and snow.

"Are you ready?"

Elder Qingxu's voice was ethereal and illusory.

Maybe it's a hallucination, but even his body is transparent in Melda's eyes at the moment.

"I'm ready, sir." Melda said softly.

"Then let's get started."

Suddenly, on the six stone pillars standing on the top of the mountain, several old figures appeared.

They are also like Qingxu elders, with crane hair and childish faces, fairy wind and bones, but they exude an aura of imminent wood.

They appeared out of nowhere and did not engage in any conversation with Melda.

With a wave of his hand, he let the magic pass through their bodies, and then injected into the earth, and slowly countless magic patterns rose from the earth.

A beam of light rose from under Melda's feet and soared into the sky.

These circles are combined to form a giant disk.

The disc rotates slowly.

Actually attracted Melda.