Inside the hall, the light is shining.

It was a projection of countless gems of all sizes and sizes inlaid on the pitch-black ceiling.

It looks like a starry sky.

When the boy was lying down on the chair with a big belly, he had been distracted by all kinds of strange things, and then he realized this scene above his head.

Yes, he ate it anyway. Although he was reluctant at first, he finally let go of his worries under the continuous protest of his stomach and the persuasion of the man.

"The so-called pikas are all variations, they are originally dishes. ”

The man said this, and in order to fill the bottomless empty stomach, the boy believed it wishfully.

However, when his stomach was full, his state of mind once again jumped out of the framework of fullness, and at this time, he began to feel guilty again and secretly repented. When he came back to his senses, he felt that he had been coaxed by a man like a child, in fact, he was indeed a child, but this did not reduce his shame at the moment.

Although it was natural for him to eat when he was hungry, and he didn't torture those little animals, he still had a little pimple in his heart.

Human nature is so contradictory and complicated, a second ago I was fighting with others for fame and fortune, and I wanted all my opponents to die violently, and when I stood on the commanding heights, I began to feel pity for the weak people under my feet, and I was about to scatter my family fortune.

Everyone is like this, it can't be said to be good, it can't be said to be bad, it just makes everyone who is aware of this change in mood feel a little awkward.

But for the boy who is always paying attention when driving in the wild to avoid accidentally injuring creatures, he is not only awkward in his heart, but even has a slight sense of guilt. At this time, he can only distract himself by observing the "starry sky" above his head.

As if sensing that something was wrong with the boy, when the old man invited him to the side hall, the man left the table at the same time, turned over and took out a bottle of potion, and without speaking, he handed it to the boy.

This is the second time that the man has taken out the potion and given it to him, the last time he said that he would use it for his mother, this time he didn't speak, and the boy knew that the man was drinking it for himself. The events before and after made the boy trust the man greatly, and after taking the potion, he didn't say a word, uncorked the bottle and poured it into his mouth.

"Hmm!"

The boy immediately covered his mouth, and he now finally understood why when he fed his mother medicine, her eyes were so incomprehensible, like grief, like relief.

This smell is so weird and disgusting that it is even more inspiring than the herbs sold by the Chinese.

I'm afraid that at that time, she might even guess that she was going to poison her.

Silently saying sorry to his mother in his heart, the boy struggled to suppress the discomfort, and was about to return the empty bottle to the man, when in the blink of an eye, he froze.

The diners below, who were originally dignified, were all dried corpses at the moment, and their movements were slow. I thought I was talking, but I just faced each other and didn't say a word. I thought I was eating, but I was indeed eating, but this way, the boy really never heard of.

In front of them, plates of dishes were now a mass of water vapor with the outline of food. The water vapor dissipates on its own very slowly, but once swallowed by the dried corpse, it immediately disintegrates, no longer has a fixed shape, and emerges from the top of their heads. This coincides with what the boy had seen earlier.

And behind them, there are even thin threads, connecting the ghosts in mid-air. But all those who are connected are the same in appearance and appearance. This also echoes the situation that the boy encountered before.

Everything has changed, except for the dish in front of the boy, which has been transformed from a small animal, is still a messy scene after being eaten.

Seeing this, the boy seemed to think of something, and his gaze crossed over to the man and fell on the headmaster. Again, not a living person, but unlike the corpses in the audience, the headmaster was a skeleton with a translucent soul on the outside, and gray flames burning in two eye holes.

Well, I made a mistake, he didn't coax me.

The boy suddenly understood the effect of the potion, and at the same time he was relieved, but suddenly there was an awkwardness.

"I have to thank you for not giving me the potion to drink in the first place, otherwise I wouldn't have been hungry anymore. ”

The boy let out a long breath and struggled to move from his seat. The effects of the medicine had passed, but even if what he saw in front of him had returned to its original appearance, he didn't want to stay here for long.

Hearing this, the man only smiled, took the boy with one hand, and walked towards the side hall.

"What a big transformation show, I should have thought that the school with the oldest history might be the school of the undead. Aren't those the faculty and staff of your school? The general Transfiguration is time-limited, and what you eat should be the Transfiguration itself, right? In order to maintain the appearance of the outward, and those ghosts are themselves?" the man said.

"Yes, you're right. Usually, just like me, they are one body and soul, and when the soul body is out of business, the body can continue to teach and work. Congratulations, you passed the final test. The old man said.

"It's not difficult to see through, it's difficult to operate, I didn't expect your research to reach such a height. Change is not difficult, and it is easy to give life to it. However, to bring the dead back to life, not just the furniture of a normal wizard's home, can only carry out simple commands. With such a high level of manipulation, I am afraid that if you go further, you will be able to truly transform into a fresh body, and your soul will return to flesh and blood, and you will be reborn. Just like the blood transplant technology, it is completely free from the limitation of timeliness. ”

"Hahaha, I can't do it, I can't do it, one step away, it's like a moat. Although the old man said this, he still couldn't help but feel proud, and the smile on his face revealed his mood thoroughly, "Please take a seat." He stretched out his hand and pointed to the table and chair beside him.

Compared with the main hall outside, the layout here is a little simpler, and together with the starry sky on the ceiling, it is only in the form of a picture, but a few of the stars are inlaid with gems.

"It's ...... Constellation?" The boy looked up, at the jewels.

"You know a lot. The old man smiled, "Guess what's this constellation?"

"Well, I can't see it. ”

"Don't tease him. The man shook his head, "These are the stars of the ancient elf period, and now they have deviated from their original positions a long time ago, and even the constellations have changed." ”

"What do you know about the elves?" the old man suddenly looked interested.

"I don't know much more than you know about the real ancients, but I still know a little about blood transplants, and the origins of wizards. However, the history of these ancient times has been passed down from you. When I say this now, I'm just picking up people's teeth. ”

"The object of my research is not the ethereal history, but the Runi Mowen. The research directions are practical application and theoretical research, each of which is represented by modern magical tools and ancient scrolls with commentaries in Ru Ni. In the former, I have acquired the most valuable part, which is time and space. ”

"And the latter, I go in the direction of the most primitive, the most source. Passing through Ilvermorny in the United States, Castrobrook in Brazil, all the way to your Ugadou, the place with the longest history and the most fruitful study of the heritage of the elves, Rune Mormon. ”

The man turned the subject to his own purpose, but the old man didn't care, but just stopped his mind on one of the words.

"Time?" said the old man with hope.

"Oh, I know what you're thinking, trying to go back to the time of the Elder Elves? ”

"You've tried?"

"Of course, what awaits me at the source is the turbulence of time and space. To use an analogy, it's like a wall blocking my way to my destination. ”

The old man nodded, rubbing his chin: "Hmm, it should be the impact of the ancient war, which interfered with the originally orderly time and space. ”

"War of the Ancients?"

"Oh, it seems that you still don't know the reason for the death of the elves. ”

"If this is helpful for the research of Runemowen, I would like to know. ”

"It doesn't help, in fact, even if it does, I won't tell you. The old man said, taking out two pieces of parchment and slapping them on the table, "One for your research results, and one for the salary you passed on to my student Animagus." Since you can't really help us, you're only worth two. ”

"I have to add another one!" to the surprise of the two, the boy spoke at this time, "He saved my life, and also cured my mother's illness, one life at a time." ”

After speaking, he also winked at the man secretly, but how could this little action hide from the sharp-eyed old man. As a principal, he has also been a professor for a long time, and he knows all kinds of small movements between students in the classroom.

When the man was dumbfounded, the old man also smiled bitterly and shook his head, but he didn't break it.

"Smack!"

Two more pressed on the table, no matter how much he didn't treat outsiders, he was still generous to his students.

"I'll have to add more. ”

This sentence was said by a man.

The old man was surprised: "If there is anything else I don't know, don't say it one by one, just pour it out all at once." ”

"First of all, I didn't teach this kid the ability to change. ”

Hearing this, the old man picked up a piece of parchment on the table and was about to take it back.

"Wait, I'm not done yet, don't you want to know, how did his ability to change come from?"

"Could it be that you are born to become an animal, that only a blood curse can do, but it is a hereditary curse, and as you grow older, you will become a beast completely. You tell me a doomed end, and you want to use it to extract knowledge from me? Or is it someone else's teaching? That has nothing to do with you. ”

"His abilities are indeed innate, and at the same time, his mother is an ordinary person, and there is no history of his father, who died young, becoming an animal. ”

The old man was stunned: "You mean, this is not a blood curse?"

The man smiled: "Let me ask you a question, have you heard of the ancestral bloodline?"