Vol 2 Chapter 467: Stumped him to death?

"Stop, Sirius, you're awake." Fanlin said, a circle of ice walls tightly surrounded the void on the floor. Sirius' movements were too small and dangerous, and no one knew it. Below is something waiting, or a huge mouth that swallows everything.
Dumbledore was also awake at the right time. With interruptions from outsiders, it was easy to wake up with Dumbledore's strength.
But the old face couldn't hide the tears on his face. Fanlin was a little curious about what Dumbledore had remembered, perhaps it was Grindelwald or his dead sister.
Ariana, Dumbledore!
This is a name that makes Dumbledore feel sad. Fanlin remembers that due to the stimulation of several Muggle boys, he had a mental disorder and never entered Hogwarts, at Dumbledore Grindelwald and Dumbledore’s brother. Aberforth died in the fight between the three of them, and Dumbledore felt sorry for it and blamed himself. Albus's mother and sister were buried in Godric Valley. The epitaph reads "Where is the treasure, where is the heart"
There is no doubt that the illusion created by the void creation is very likely to be about Albus's sister. If it is some other thing, with Dumbledore's wit, it is impossible to get rid of it.
You know, Dumbledore's intelligence is well known to everyone. He does not have the blood of Slytherin, but relying on learning, Dumbledore still masters the snake tongue.
This was also the conclusion that Fanlin came to after constantly flipping through the memory. Otherwise, why would it happen that the moment they entered the secret room, Dumbledore’s Phoenix, Fox rushed over.
"Professor Dumbledore, you are awake." Fanlin said, "Sorry, I didn't wake you up immediately, Sirius..."
"Some illusions," Dumbledore said. "It's easy to fix."
"I'm not worried about this, Professor..." Fanlin said, pointing to the inside surrounded by the ice wall.
"The things here are still alive, I can feel him." Fanlin said, and he pulled Sirius back in a hand.
The sacrificial expression was very serious, and the magic staff in his hand exuded a steady light. The light was very hot, and Fanlin felt some burning sensation.
"Sirius, wake up soon." Fanlin said, he patted Sirius on the back vigorously. Under the dual stimulation of the magic and the flesh, Sirius also struggled to break free.
"I saw Voldemort killing Remus in front of my eyes, and Wormtail was standing next to Voldemort." Sirius' eyes showed a dark red hue.
"You should distinguish between fantasy and reality, Sirius, Peter Perdiro is still imprisoned in the depths of Azkaban."
"I'll confirm it when I go back." Sirius said.
"Okay, but you have to stay calm." Fanlin said, he just removed his hand from Sirius, and a deeper throbbing was transmitted from the bottom of everyone's heart.
"Humph." The sacrifice snorted heavily, the scepter in his hand fell on the ground, and the golden divine power immediately activated all the runes.
"Damn, you are Athena's heir?" A gloomy roar came from the ground.
It was as if the substantial sound waves were continuously spreading in front of everyone's foreheads.
"Be careful." Dumbledore said, the halo of magic instantly covered a few people, but under the impact of sound waves, Dumbledore's hasty defense did not appear so solid.
"ProtegoMaxima (armor bodyguard)!"
The ice-blue protective shield was added to the defense in an instant. To be on the safe side, Fanlin didn't keep it, he directly used the magic power in the Philosopher's Stone.
The light of the armor protection turned into substance in an instant, as if a solid barrier had been placed in front of everyone.
"But I was careless," Dumbledore said, his gaze getting deeper and deeper, his star-like eyes hidden under his half-moon glasses.
The rumbling sound constantly penetrated from the ground, even the temple reinforced by Dante's sequence began to shake at this moment.
"He is coming out." The sacrifice said in a deep voice, "The restrictions left by the goddess can no longer control him, but I can feel that he is very weak."
As the priest said, the movement in his hand did not stop, and the runes that were originally all over the temple became active in an instant.
Fanlin's ice wall has dissipated in this scorching heat, and a large net woven entirely with patterns firmly covers the exit.
"When he comes out, I will use the legacy of this temple to try my best to block it, and you can just attack it on the sidelines." The priest frowned, the divine flame burned from his arm, and the mouth was cryptic. Incomprehensible ancient Greek spell.
It can be seen that the spells prepared by the sacrifice are not simple things, reaching the level of sacrifice and Dumbledore. Even some advanced white magic does not need to be chanted, and the spells currently prepared by the sacrifice must be powerful. Which one is very powerful.
Fanlin remembered the magic circle left behind by Andrew. The magic of the sacrificial rites might be able to reach that level with the blessing of the temple, but the void creation at the moment is far from the dying monster.
Fanlin remembered the magic he had cast at that time, the patron saint curse, all the beautiful collections, this curse was still very lethal to the void creation.
"Professor Dumbledore, use the Patronus Curse, that guy is very afraid of such a curse." Fanlin said quickly. He clenched his wand tightly, feeling the fluctuations from the space debris in his hand, cold. The breath made Fanlin's brain more sober than ever before.
The curse of the sacrificial ritual was not half prepared yet, a violent impact came from the hollow.
Fanlin saw a black claw hit the surface of the large net woven with patterns.
"You can't stop me, even Athena didn't kill me, just rely on you, a bunch of little ants, the choppy at the bottom of the food chain."
"You shouldn't be so much nonsense." Fanlin said loudly, his wand waved lightly, and a little silver light condensed on the tip of the wand.
"ExpectoPatronum (hushen guard)!" Fanlin's staff turned slightly, and a silver cat dragged a long tail flame and whizzed out from Fanlin's staff.
With the unerring magical support, the cat's form is also approaching perfection. If Professor Lu Ping were here, he would be amazed that Fanlin had cast a perfect patron saint spell.
Of course, it would be more perfect if there is no such thing in front of you.
Fanlin's patron saint circled the sky, and a soft cat cry echoed in the empty temple.
I have to say that this brings a soft touch to the originally tense atmosphere.
Immediately afterwards, Sirius's black dog rushed out of his wand.
What Fanlin cared most was Dumbledore's Patronus Charm, which was a phoenix, which looked very much in line with Fox's appearance.
Will Animagus who stumped Dumbledore become a phoenix?
This is a remarkable thing. In the history of the wizarding world, apart from Merlin, there is no second person who can transform a creature with powerful magic power through transformation.
Fanlin couldn't manage that much, and the jungle net woven by the pattern had begun to show signs of damage. He could not let this thing unscrupulously destroy the defense of the sacrifice.
The silver light burst in an instant, even without the original protection, but through the dual method of the magic stone and the staff, the power of the patron saint curse accumulated for a long time is not weaker than Dumbledore. How many.
If it were not for the scorching golden patterns, the entire temple seemed to be swallowed up by the burst of light from the three guardian curses.
There were silvery white colors everywhere, and with the wailing of the void creation, it seemed that what they hit was very painful.
Of course, this is just pain.
Fanlin's heart sank slightly. Since he could still speak out, it also meant that their curses had only caused some non-fatal damage to the void creation.
This thing is hard to kill, and Fanlin always keeps this fact in mind.
Waiting for the white light to dissipate, Fanlin did not stop the curse in his hand, he began to accumulate strength again.
However, their patron saint curse seemed to completely anger the void creation, and a devastating beam of light radiated through the gap of the pattern.
They have all seen this light beam, in the fight of Athena, the place where this inverted light beam swept was like an abyss of hell.
Why can this thing retain such a powerful force.
Fanlin couldn't understand that the seal that stumped Athena had no effect at all?
"Hurry up, Fanlin." Sirius yelled, and he pushed Fanlin away from his original position. Then, a huge stone fell to Fanlin's original position.
The big net woven by the pattern seemed a little vulnerable in front of the void creation.
The beam of light penetrated the seal, and immediately punched a hole at the top of the temple.
A huge claw was on the edge of the hole, and the damage of the pattern net was enough to let the part of the void creation pass.
The priest was still preparing his curse, he didn't seem to care about what was in front of him, the pattern in the temple began to become brighter.
"You all have to die." The roaring voice did not stop. Fanlin saw that his claws were caught on the surface of the large intertwined pattern, and with the clear sound of breaking, the big net woven by pattern became instantly Dilapidated, Fanlin saw half of the dragon's head emerge from the hole.
Some silver brilliance is attached to the head of the void creation, which is left by the impact of the previous guardian curse, which is only some physical damage.
Dumbledore did not hesitate at all. With a light stroke of his wand, a blade made of flames slashed heavily on the top of the void creation.
"Damn ants, you successfully angered me." The void creation in the form of a giant dragon shook his head. He struggled outwards, and the ground showed some signs of cracking.
It seems that I felt the Void Creation crawling out, and the gods that were originally all over the temple began to spontaneously attack, and some fragments of golden lightning continued to strike the Void Creation's body.
Just like a small snake, these lightnings continuously penetrated into the body of the void creation, but did not leave any harm on the surface of the body.
Fanlin knew that the body of this thing was nothing more than a black misty consciousness, coupled with the body that was constantly plundered and put together.
Fanlin doubted whether those ancient black magicians had borrowed from the essence of void creation and used different flesh and blood to merge into a brand new monster.
This idea doesn't seem to be without any basis, maybe he should collect information and investigate it when he goes back.
"Hydrojet (water current cutting)!" Fanlin's wand swung lightly, and a transparent stream of water released from the tip of his wand, and then wrapped around the body of the void creation.
The water stream began to spin sharply after finishing the winding.
However, the magic resistance of the dragon is not so simple that it can be shredded. Fanlin feels that his magical power consumption speed has become very rapid, but compared to the effect of the harvest, this seems to be not worth mentioning.
"Pay attention to your own magic," Dumbledore said, and he took a step forward, the scarlet light hitting the head of the void like a cannonball.
Fanlin saw that a whole black flesh and blood was shattered by Dumbledore in one blow.
Powerful black magic, sure enough, Dumbledore's battles were not limited to those known spells.
But in terms of effect, Dumbledore's curse was not comparable to Fanlin's level.
"Professor Dumbledore, the body of this thing is a black mist."
In Fanlin's eyes, the body of this thing is not that powerful, and the water milling skills are not very applicable, just like a rock. As long as there is a large enough impact force, cracking is an inevitable result.
Fanlin imitated Dumbledore~EbookFREE.me~ Since it has great resistance to sharpness, Dumbledore's method is very suitable.
A cold air was quickly released from Fanlin's staff. Under the influence of the cold air, the movements of the void creation began to become slow.
A large area of ​​ice crystals began to condense on the exposed body of the void creation, and anchoring was a good choice.
Under Dumbledore’s curse, the raging flames turned into a phoenix on fire. This is the magic of the birth and calendar fire curse, coupled with Dumbledore’s exquisite control, exploded with power as powerful as Andrew’s magic circle.
While the flames hit the ice, what they destroyed was the body of the void creation.
"That's the end of this thing?" Sirius couldn't believe his eyes, but naturally everyone saw the broken dragon head.
This is a living void creation, and naturally it shouldn't be eliminated so easily. The magic of the sacrificial offering is still being prepared, which gives Fanlin an unreal feeling.
But that violent struggle had stopped, and even the gods had stopped attacking.