The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

0134 Liver tremor, heart block, headache!

Same as when he took office last year, even though he had made up his mind not to attend the opening banquet, Aini still reluctantly sat on the teacher's seat, silently enduring the devastation of the demonic school song.

On the contrary, Dumbledore was very proud of his "innovation". He looked at the carnival on the Gryffindor long table with bright eyes, and even gave the twins a look of approval.

Aini secretly slandered that he was encouraged by the principal at the school opening banquet. Presumably the two Ha in human skins will be more motivated to have fun this year.

After finally reaching the end, Enis Snape met Dumbledore's eyes and followed Dumbledore.

"Well, thanks to you just now, if I can't take out the sorting hat tonight, Minerva..."

Thinking back to the storm that he faced in the office before the dinner, this man who is considered to be the most powerful man today can't help but feel a palpitation.

Annie couldn't complain.

If I don't return it, will I still have to take the mat cat litter?

Delay is even more impossible, knowing that the sorting house is coming and still keeping things in hand, I am not the two guys like George and Fred who are afraid of chaos.

If he did, Professor McGonagall would not spare him lightly.

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

Almost made the biggest joke in decades since taking office.

If this year's freshmen rely on guessing games to decide the college, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet will definitely be very grateful, at least for half a month, they won't have to worry about the headlines.

"Sit down, would you like something to drink?"

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

The elves are indeed conscientious housekeepers. Even though Dumbledore has been away for more than half a month, the principal's room is still cleaned spotlessly.

"Sorry, you may have to wait for a while, the guy in the crystal ball is much trickier than I expected."

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

In fact, as early as half a month ago, he stripped out the memory of the ancient remnant soul.

But this time the object is too special.

Although they are essentially the same as ghosts, they are both energy bodies that carry spiritual memory, but both are incomparable in terms of strength and weirdness.

After all, in ancient Egypt, memory magic was like Hogwarts' transfiguration, an independent professional subject.

In the ancient country of ****, manipulating memory is a very practical skill.

Given the huge disparity between wizards and ordinary people, physical persuasion is only the next option. Whether it is a king or a priest, manipulating people's hearts is their forte.

So a problem arises.

Because it is uncertain whether the other party has left any dark hand in the memory, the stripped memory is not suitable for reading at all until it is safe.

Maybe in a certain corner, there will be hidden spiritual hints.

Maybe it's the seemingly meaningless graffiti on the wall, maybe it's the changing 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 continuous hint mixed together.

Dumbledore must verify and extract useful and harmless parts from the other party's decades of memory.

This process cannot be omitted. After all, even if there is no problem in the memory, the rich content alone is an intractable poison.

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

Disorders of self-awareness are almost inevitable results.

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

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

As for the purpose of the unlucky sacrifice, it is not difficult to guess what kind of tricks will be tampered with in the memory based on the common pursuit of the ancient Egyptians.

Some of the traps that Dumbledore found in his memory also verified this point.

Copy the memory, distort the personality, and add all the memory of the original owner.

If the reader did not resist the hands and feet in the memory, to a certain extent, it could also be regarded as the ancient priest who was resurrected in the present world after thousands of years.

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

Even if this is not a resurrection in the strict sense, at least it can pass on his name.

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

In a manuscript, Aini once saw a few words about another specialty of ancient Egypt——a forbidden technique hidden in the lost name magic.

As long as there are still people chanting his name in the world, the soul of the caster can slowly continue to power in the river of Styx, until one day he crosses the boundary between life and death and is resurrected on the ground.

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

Of course, the price is not as high as the Horcrux.

The old man chattered endlessly about his techniques and precautions when deciphering the stripped memory.

Aini also listened with gusto, these are valuable experiences, and some of the ideas in them broadened his thinking even more.

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

It wasn't until Fox crawled into his arms along the trouser legs like a cat, that Aini woke up with a start.

At this time, on the large dial beside it, the shortest pointer has crossed the center line.

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

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

But thinking about Dumbledore's froth just now, how could he be a bit tired?

True pure visual old man.

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

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

Not only does it run more powerfully than a new car, it can be invisible and fly when you are interested, and the most important thing is that it does not need to burn oil...

That being said, I really should say goodbye at this point.

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

It seems to be the second day now.

Aini patted his forehead, not because of the half-swallowed "see you tomorrow", but because he suddenly remembered that the reason for coming to Dumbledore this time was lying in his pocket and not showing up...

So under the puzzled eyes of the old principal, Aini walked over with Little Phoenix in his arms, took out a small box from his pocket and put it on the table.

"This is?"

Dumbledore picked up the box steadily, and pressed the switch in the middle following Aini's signal.

"pat~"

The extremely calm White Wizard glanced at it casually, and then his whole body trembled, almost throwing the thing in his hand flying.

I&...%￥#%...!

Dumbledore pressed the swollen blood vessels on his forehead, and looked at Aini with a special "caring" look.

With such a dangerous thing in your pocket, you boy chatted with me all night like nothing happened!

Feeling the rising blood pressure, Dumbledore felt that he had turned back into an ordinary old man.

Liver flutter, heart block, headache!