Chapter 601 Two Sentences

The broken pieces of the wooden door didn't hurt the three people in the ward. They passed Dumbledore and Tina in unison, and rushed towards the wall of the corridor behind them. In the blink of an eye, the wall of the corridor was inserted by dense stubble In a sharp forest, Dumbledore's robes were agitating, and his anger affected his mind and magic power. Even an abstract ability like magic power showed a terrifying aura that seemed real at this moment. Tina, who was following behind, felt that her own Standing in front of him was an angry lion trying to protect its cub.

This mighty male lion did not immediately pounce on his child, he stood there quietly, even though the air around him became unbreathable due to the surge of magic power, he himself still did not show any emotion , observing the scene in the room without delay.

In the silence, only the sound of footsteps from downstairs and the noisy and irritating arguments remained.

In the dark room, the hunched Voodoo wizard squinted his eyes because of the sudden strong light. He turned his head slowly, his dark face was illuminated by the light in the corridor, and the tattoos on his face seemed to be dancing. Yes, but Dumbledore's eyes quickly slipped away from his face, as if he just saw a weed-covered flowerpot by the roadside, and soon, his eyes swept across the room, and pointed to the surroundings. The clock at 16:00 swept across the tightly drawn curtains, staying for a moment on the lifeless girl on the hospital bed, and soon condensed on the hand of the Voodoo wizard holding the dagger.

His joints are much wider than normal people, and the length of his fingers and palms is also disproportionately large, making the small and delicate dagger look like a phosphorescent toy in his hands, and the unique magical atmosphere is life-like. Nausea, the blood stained by the bone dagger is falling drop by drop on Moody's face, on the tip of his round nose, and sliding around along his immature face, covering the blood stains that have already solidified. It was startling.

His eyes were closed all the time, and he could see the throbbing eyeballs under the eyelids, while the other eye could only see a bloody scab-covered hole, which was empty, on the low table next to the hospital bed. , floating in a small bottle made of green glass was a small black bead-like eyeball that was constantly jumping. When Dumbledore saw it, the floating eyeball just turned around. Looking at each other in the air, Dumbledore froze in place like a sculpture, while Tina, who followed closely behind, widened her eyes, tightly covered her mouth with her right hand, and questioned as thin as a mosquito from her fingers.

"Why do you—"

She didn't finish her sentence after all, an inexplicable feeling of nausea rushed over her head, and before Tina had time to wonder why an experienced Auror would be disgusted by such a scene, she instinctively bent down and vomited while clutching her stomach stand up.

The wizard in the ward watched Tina's movements, his eyes lit up, but after realizing that Dumbledore's eyes had returned to him, his eyes quickly dimmed again.

"Are you Professor Dumbledore? It's an honor to meet you."

There was a far-fetched smile on the wizard's face, Moody's eyes were still floating in the solution, in the faint green light, some phantoms that looked like snakes and insects were swimming in the turbid solution, It quickly became solidified, exuding a unique light similar to the memory of Legilimency, but it was less vivid and more colorful.

Seeing that Dumbledore did not move, the wizard continued: "This Mr. Alastor Moody is a brave boy. He mentioned your name during the ceremony, Professor Dumbledore, I think He will be very happy if he can see you for the first time after waking up."

The air on the fourth floor seemed to be frozen. Tina, who was clutching her stomach and retching, felt a combination of cold and hot discomfort. She raised her head and looked at Dumbledore. The anger I have seen, this kind of anger almost broke through the top of his head, broke through his blood vessels, and turned into lava spewing out. Without a wand, it also made it difficult for Tina on the side to breathe. The moisture in the air became extremely heavy, making it hard to breathe. The heavy "creak" sound.

"ceremony?"

Dumbledore's short words echoed in the air. Although the tone was questionable, Tina didn't feel Dumbledore's desire to get an answer from it. This simple word was like a spell, and the men in the room Wu's dark complexion suddenly revealed a trace of paleness, making his face look as gray as a zombie. He felt as if his heart was pinched by a powerful hand, and the blood all over his body was stagnant at the ends of his limbs. His pale face soon became sickly flushed, and his consciousness became blurred as a result. He struggled, and the bone dagger in his hand slipped from his powerless hands, about to poke Moody's other eye, but the next second , it seemed to be crushed between two mountains, hanging in mid-air as if weightless, because of the long history of magic accumulated from generation to generation, it made its texture harder than most things in the world, but in this invisible Under the majestic pressure, the dagger covered with dense spells cracked into spider web-like lines with moans, and the fresh bone marrow leaked out from these cracks, like pouring cold water on a hot pot Generally, it evaporates in the continuous "sizzling" sound, and turns into puffs of foul-smelling green smoke, which fly away and disappear.

Its shape was compressed inward little by little, and soon it was only the size of a little finger, and it was even shrinking continuously, and it was about to disappear in the sight of witnesses.

Tina's eyes widened in surprise. She and Dumbledore are old acquaintances. Although they haven't met many times, every meeting is almost a big event. Even when the situation is tense and critical, she has never met Dumbledore. Bullido had such a groggy expression, and her rage almost ignited the surrounding air. She felt that what she saw was not the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but an uncontrolled Credence.

Did this boy hold special meaning to Dumbledore? She didn't think much about it. At this moment, she was more concerned about the safety of the two wounded.

The wizard struggled and stretched out his hand to reach the crutch on the ground. The phosphorus fire in the skull of the handle has become extremely fragile and unstable. This is the token and "magic wand" passed down by Voodoo for thousands of years. The blessing of the gods and the magic of voodoo wizards from generation to generation, in his heart, this is an artifact capable of breaking all deadlocks, and it is also where his faith rests—as long as he can reach that place...

He ignored the weight of his body, tried his best to stretch his arms, and stretched his blood-swollen fingertips forward. Dumbledore didn't seem to stop him immediately, but his spine, which had been bent for too long, was no longer there. He couldn't stretch it straight anymore, and his fingertips always kept a close distance from the crutch, but that very close distance seemed like a natural barrier to him at this moment.

His feet left the ground, and his body floated uncontrollably. He finally felt the feeling of the bone dagger just now. The majestic pressure almost flattened and rounded him, but Dumbledore's next movement almost destroyed him. all his fantasies.

The magic wand pierced the air, and the light of the spell flashed in the air. The crutch, which remained unchanged under the heavy pressure, broke into two sections from the middle under this extremely light movement, and the ghostly green ghost came from The stubble of the crutch rushed out and quickly dissipated with a screech.

Dumbledore held his wand in front of him, the slender body of the wand covered his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he made a bone-chilling voice. This was his second and last sentence.

"Don't... use your damn voodoo on... my students!"

"boom!"

The wizard's body flew out in a whirl, and slammed into the clock behind him fiercely. His eyes darkened, he almost lost consciousness, and the pressure disappeared. He used his last bit of strength to protect the bottle on the bedside table, even though he was Keep it even if you kill it, there is only one thought left in his mind.

"This is the last hope of Haiti's magic... I must decipher what these eyes see, I must have merit, and let other wizards recognize the meaning of our existence..."

Before the final consciousness dissipated, he glanced at the crutch inherited in Voodoo. The invisible wind blade swept across this ancient object. The body of his favorite stick was cut into pieces inch by inch, and he could even hear its sound. Howling, but he could only close his eyes helplessly.

He inserted his head into the dial of the clock and stopped the time at 4:17. Just as the wizard was slowly sliding down, the belated footsteps finally reached the stairwell on the fourth floor, even though they finally When he reached the nearest place, his footsteps became hesitant and hesitant, and he even tiptoed, as if sneaking on tiptoe.

Dumbledore took a deep breath, Tina had already rushed into the ward, his eyes stayed on the empty blood hole on Moody's face for a long time, as if he was waiting for his students to joke around like usual dinner Blinking at himself as well.

But he won't.

Dumbledore was silent for a long time, but the damaged clock did not continue to turn, and his expression finally returned to his usual calmness amidst the struggle that no one saw.

The voodoo wizard was lying between the two hospital beds in a strange posture. When he fell from mid-air, his waist hit the corner of the bedside table hard, and his hunched back stretched backwards. With half-closed eyes, Dumbledore pointed to the last part of the crutch—the skull of an unknown animal. Dumbledore walked towards Moody, but his first step almost stumbled. It has been several days since he had a good rest, and now he relaxes a little, feeling tired and powerless when he sees the students suffering. forward.

The leather shoes stepped on the horns of the skull, and the originally strong bones became fragile as if they had been weathered for hundreds of years. There was a crisp sound, and the broken horns swirled and flew out from his heels.

The people downstairs finally rushed to the door, and just when the first person poked his head to see what was going on inside, the broken sharp corner rubbed his nose and plunged into the wall occupied by stubble. The only vacancy on the floor, with his flamboyant long hair nailed to the wall, the wizard's feet went limp, and he sat down on the ground immediately, a lock of long hair that was firmly pinned was torn off, revealing a piece of Bloody scalp, but he didn't feel pain, and even stopped thinking, only echoing in his mind was the original warning at the conference table when he decided to read the past from the eyes of the two witnesses. speak.

"Albus Dumbledore was once a friend of Gellert Grindelwald. I don't know what kind of experience made him a saint, but I know that your unscrupulousness will likely push him to the point where none of us willing to see the position."

Dumbledore ignored the onlookers behind him, stepped over the wizard at his feet, and picked up the bottle on the bedside table. On both sides of the bottle, there was a bone tray, and there were only two green spots left in the tray.

He raised the bottle and looked at Moody's eyes. The nerves and blood vessels had been completely severed by rough techniques, and the solution in the bottle was a kind of potion with residual light and shadow left by the glass on the eyes. It was similar to the principle of the flashback spell. This one The fragile eyeballs have been eroded into empty shells. He bent down and opened Moody's tightly closed eyelids. The eyeballs that kept turning were lifeless, but at least there, he was holding the bottle in his hand, his face so old that water could drip Come on, this child he is optimistic about will lose the light of one eye before he can see his colorful tomorrow.

He bent down and raised his wand, the curtains and windows of the room were shattered, the sunlight came in again, and just outside the window, taller black smoke was still bursting out of the tall black wall.

But he didn't care about these things at all. He pointed carefully at Moody's eye sockets with his wand. The stains were sucked dry, and the wizards outside the house just watched his movements quietly and cautiously.

Finally, Moody's wound was cleaned. With a wave of his wand, a piece of crystal-clear pure ice was temporarily filled in, sealing the blood vessel that was still bleeding. He carefully put away the bottle, turned around, and looked He stared blankly at the old wizard standing in front of everyone.

"Albus, I understand your anger, but you have to understand that we are for a greater peace, and someone must sacrifice for this." His tone was very sincere, "The witch next to me paid more, you should have noticed .”

Only then did Dumbledore turn his attention from Moody to Nina next to him. After seeing that the eyelids of both eyes of the girl were sunken, his eyes suddenly widened. At last he recognized the face, the face of the hero's wife, another hero.