"Speaking of which, Professor Dumbledore, what do you use when you don't have the Elder Wand?"

Although the wand's susceptibility was a little too easy, but Harry hadn't begun to swell because of this, and the sneak attacks were all missed, as a wizard, how could he rise up to the idea of going out to brag, and his wealth was not exposed, Hufflepuff has always been a low-key person.

"Of course it's my first one."

A fool who doesn't use good things in his hand, Dumbledore is not stupid, he has an old wand to use, of course he won't hide it, but people can't forget their roots, the wand is the wizard's most loyal friend (except for the old wand), it is a close friend who can really accompany the wizard to grow up and accompany the wizard for life.

"Ollivander's grandfather made me my first wand, golden sycamore, phoenix tail feathers, unicorn horn, twelve and a quarter inches long."

Dumbledore whispered, and then took out a golden-red flintlock pistol from his bosom, even in its initial form, Dumbledore's first wand had an extraordinary appearance, and after being held by Dumbledore, the quaint flintlock pistol turned into a special-shaped revolver that Harry had never seen before.

Its barrel was as sharp as a bayonet, and the flowing flame lines gave the blade a lava-like fiery color, and two streamers, one gold and one red, wrapped around the body of the gun, although not as good as the seven streamers wrapped around the Elder Wand, but it was already surprisingly unexpected.

"When I was young, I hunted two demon lords in the Abyss Battlefield, and luckily, I succeeded in using the maharaja's magic core to strengthen it twice in a row, so it changed a little bit."

When he held the handle of this special-shaped revolver, the brilliance in Dumbledore's eyes became different from before, and the originally gentle white-robed old wizard had a trace of hot blood that should belong to a young man!

As the best graduate of the Gryfin Champion Warrior Academy ever, that gentle appearance shouldn't be what Dumbledore really is.

As Dumbledore held the weapon, Fawkes, who had been standing on the perch, flapped his wings softly and landed on Dumbledore's shoulder, and the golden-red flames on Fawkes's body flowed downward, igniting Dumbledore's pure white robes.

A robe of burning fire that was so flamboyant that it was difficult to take his eyes off it, and at the moment when the flames rose, the crimson alchemy armor peeked out of the corners of the lit robes, and Fawkes, who had completely turned into flames, let out a cry of joy, and in the vortex of fire, a young man in his early twenties stepped out.

The second-stage Animagus was able to record the physical state of the wizard when he completed the magic, similar to Professor McGonagall, and Dumbledore completed the magic at the age of the years after graduation and spent the years in the Abyssal Battlefield.

The long golden-red hair fluttering like flames hides the phantom of a phoenix, the slowly stretched wings are woven by the flames, the crimson steel light is plated with a touch of brilliant gold, and the elegant but sharp alchemy armor envelops all the bodies below the head.

Like a blazing sun, the aging Dumbledore bloomed with a light that could dispel all filth and darkness.

"It's been a long time since I've stretched."

He raised his right hand, the golden armor was clenched into a fist, and after opening his palm, a golden-red phoenix flame burned gently in his palm.

"You're not the first to master the magical creature form Animagus, and I'm certainly not the first."

"But I have the blood of the phoenix in my veins, so my Animagus has changed slightly compared to other wizards."

"Just like it's the second advancement, the third form of Animagus."

"A combination of wizards, alchemy armor, the Animagus form, and the phoenix of the blood pact."

"Isn't it handsome?" Dumbledore suddenly spoke up and smiled at Harry, "I don't have the slightest nostalgia for the Elder Wand, take it Harry, I don't need this little help." ”

"I also hope you don't indulge in it, the Elder Wand doesn't belong to any wizard, it will never give you the loyalty that you will never leave, and it will not accompany you for the rest of your life."

"But they can."

Dumbledore pointed to the ebony and white ivory around Harry's waist, "The best, not necessarily the best for you. ”

"I've got to meet Gail, and after all these years, I, a cowardly old man, have finally learned to let go."

"It's a good feeling to be young!"

Dumbledore smiled heartily, then turned into a boiling flame and disappeared into the Headmaster's room in an instant.

"Godfather," Harry tugged at Snape's sleeve a little dazed, "You say, Voldemort wasn't killed by Dumbledore's hand back then, can he brag about it for a lifetime?" ”

"Who told you that Voldemort didn't master the Animagus Transfiguration?"

Snape glanced at Harry, but there was also a hint of horror in his eyes, and it was the first time he had seen Dumbledore use this fiery form that shone like the sun.

"What about you? Godfather, what is your Animagus? ”

Harry spoke curiously, staring at Snape.

"You want to see it?"

"Uh-huh!"

Harry nodded his head, curious.

"That's right."

Snape's robe was raised, and without Dumbledore's bells and whistles of fire, it was as if he had just turned slightly, and the original salute was gone, covering him in black armor.

"This isn't Gotham, hey! Did you go to the wrong set, Mr. Wayne?!!! ”

Harry, whose jaw almost dropped, looked at Snape, and this extremely restored Batman COS failed to hold the strings in his heart.

"What strange things are you saying?" Snape said confusedly, "What Gotham, what Wayne, what is that?" ”

"The Godfather. Do you still want the nickname of the Dark Knight or something? ”

"I feel like you should drink some potion." Snape, who felt that Harry's brain was a little abnormal, opened his mouth with some worry, and then poured him a bottle of the best potion to refresh his mind, despite Harry's opposition and struggle.

"Vomit~~~"

Harry, who was on all fours, retched, the terrible smell that had spread all over his body and made him unable to utter a single snack.

"Looks like it's cured."

Snape nodded in satisfaction, then raised his robe, returned to his normal appearance, and pushed the door open and left the headmaster's office.

"Go back and have a good rest, and there will be no problems after a good night's sleep."

Harry could no longer respond to Snape's words, and he shuddered and pulled out a bottle of centaur spice concentrate from his chest bag, renewing his life before he died.

"Hehehehe"

The corners of Harry's mouth twitched, "Something is really wrong with this wizarding world, right?" ”

(End of chapter)