Who hacked my protagonist

Chapter 22 The Birth of Fox

"The future of the British wizarding world is related to Tom?" Albus frowned, looking at Gellert with some hesitation: "Then our future is..."

"Spard's magic is not weak, so I only saw some fragments of consciousness." Gellert frowned: "The ending for me is the clearest. In the future he knows, the two of us still have that decisive battle, You used my feelings for you to make me voluntarily surrender, and then imprisoned me here, and after you died, I also died at the hands of a man named Voldemort."

Albus's expression became weird in an instant: "I -- I used your feelings for me to make you voluntarily surrender? And imprison you in Nurmengard?" Gellert, are you sure this is the original future? ?How could the upright duel between him and Gellert turn out like this?Is this looking down on him or looking down on Gellert?And that he imprisoned Gellert in Nurmengard?Nurmengard is a prison in Germany, the site of saints, is he that stupid?

However, it might be true that Gellert died for him... Abu's eyes flickered when he thought of this, and he really didn't know what it was like in his heart.

"It's the distorted future, which seems to have added a lot of her subjective cognition." Gellert thought about it and replied, "However, if you search carefully, you can still find the correct track from these distorted conscious memories."

"So that's how it is." Albus nodded, and suddenly remembered Ludwig Manstein who was invited by him to chat in the office. Ms. Spade here has heard bad things about him, but I don't know why this woman has such a bad opinion of him.

Could it be that this is the jealousy of women?

"So what about the future of the British wizarding world?" Albus frowned: "Is that Voldemort related to Tom?"

"Well, it seems that Voldemort is this Mr. Tom." Gellert thought hard to answer, after all, Spade's memory of Germany is the clearest and most active, and the British main plot, since it came so early, it is not In the British land, who would remember the things that happened so many years later, at most, they would remember to dig the future professors into the saints, so Gellert didn't get much information about the future of the British wizarding world , and messy.

Gellert told Albus one by one the information he got, and then the two tried to find useful information from these messy messages, for example-horcruxes, oh, and a future tragic male black bat SS Professor—Forgive a woman who has not recalled the original plot for decades and has already forgotten the name of this professor.

Albus's face became serious: "Horcrux? Gellert, are you sure it's a Horcrux?"

"Ah, sure, this is relatively clear in her memory." Gellert nodded: "There are many future trajectories in different directions in her memory, but these trajectories all have some things in common, and the Horcrux is one of them. one."

"Okay, let's sort out these materials from the beginning." Albus was silent for a moment, nodded and continued to study: "That is to say, there will be a savior child in the future, and Tom will become the British Dark Lord, change his name to Voldemort, and make Many Horcruxes, and finally the British magic world was saved by the savior, and I also died in this battle, and pay attention to the potion professor."

"Ah, it seems that in many future tracks, Albus, you are the most insidious villain, the culprit of everything, and you are called the White Demon King." Gellert added with a smile.

"Tom is indeed a bit dangerous, and it is not impossible to say that he will become the Dark Lord of England." Albus was deeply entangled: "But even so, I can't kill him just because of a possibility. "

Gellert looked at Albus and stopped talking. After all, this was a matter for the British magic community. As a German who had just invaded his country, he really didn't have the position to take care of it.

"Okay, that kid is just a kid now, Al, you don't have to be in a hurry." Gellert happily raised the thing in his hand and threw it up and down: "Well, why don't we play with this thing now, okay?" ?”

"Hey, be careful." Albus temporarily put aside these annoying thoughts, and turned his attention to Gellert. After a closer look, his heart suddenly became very high, for fear that the next moment he had worked so hard to hatch for a long time. The egg died tragically in the hands of its original owner.

Gellert stopped the throwing movement, took the egg in his hand and looked at it left and right, and suddenly let out a cry, pouring his magic power into the egg continuously.

After a while, there was a slight sound in the cell.

Albus squatted beside Gellert, and the two of them stared wide-eyed at the egg in Gellert's hand shaking slightly, and at the same time produced a strange wave of magic power.

This is, about to break the shell?Even though it has been with me for decades and there is no movement, why is it about to hatch soon after it is in Gellert's hands?

Could it be that this little guy really only recognizes the person who bought it?

The fluctuation of the magic power emitted by the egg became more and more intense, and even made a slight sound of tearing the air. Fortunately, Albus and Gellert were both people with profound magic power, so they stayed in place steadily.

Under the unblinking gaze of the two, the crack on the eggshell became bigger and bigger, and then a wet and pitiful chicken came out from inside—chicken?

Gellert couldn't believe that he picked up the little chicken in his hand and looked at it carefully. Looking left and right, he still felt that it was an ordinary chicken. Well, by the way, this chicken still looks like a male. .

Gellert glanced at a certain place, and nodded in confirmation—it was indeed a public one.

The actions of the German Dark Lord obviously made a newborn 'chicken' very angry. The little chicken made a thin sound, and then bit the finger of the villain who bullied it. It doesn't hurt at all.

"Okay, don't tease it." Albus laughed, and stretched out his hand to touch the nape of the little chick's neck. He liked the light red feathers very much. Albus picked up an eggshell and put it in his palm, then Putting it in front of the little chicken, the little chicken tilted his head and glanced at Albus, then swayed obediently to the palm of Albus, bowed his head and ate up the eggshell with a few mouthfuls.

Albus put a few other eggshells into his palm, and the little chick quickly ate up all of his own eggshells, and then let out a clear cry. Just for a short while, its voice became extremely pleasant.

"We seem to have found a treasure." Gellert leaned over and said enthusiastically, "If I remember correctly, this little thing seems to be an undead phoenix." He just said, he Gellert How could the things that Grindelwald fancy be ordinary.

"Phoenix?" Albus said to himself, staring at the baby bird obediently rubbing his fingers, and muttered to himself as if in a daze: "Phoenix, immortality, rebirth?"

His eyes suddenly brightened like a crescent moon in the night sky, as if he had absorbed countless bright stars, he drew out his magic wand, and shouted loudly while waving: "Call God to protect you."

A white light flew out from his wand and turned into a big white bird. This big bird was not the griffin that Gellert had seen at the beginning, but was extremely beautiful and resembled a phoenix. .

A gleam flashed in Gellert's eyes, Al, you once said that the patron saint is a symbol that reflects the heart, and it will change shape as people's hearts change.

So what are you thinking now?

Albus stroked his patron saint, his azure blue eyes were like an endless sea, deep and calm, a big white bird rubbed against his cheek, and then turned into light and dissipated.

"Give it a name." Albus smiled and stretched out his hand to send the little chick in his palm to Gellert.

Gellert turned his head and thought for a while: "Let's call it Fawkes. There should be a phoenix named Fawkes beside Dumbledore."

"Is this part of the future too?" Albus asked.

"The insignificant part," Gellert replied with a smile.

A phoenix is ​​a phoenix, even if it is not called this name, it is still the phoenix that accompanied Albus until the end of its life.

Albus's trip to Nurmengard has gained much more than he imagined, and he needs to find a quiet and safe place to settle down.

And the one that gave him the most sense of security was Hogwarts, the British school of magic.

Albus hugged the little phoenix named Fox, and soon returned to Hogwarts, and then began a long life of feeding the phoenix.

In the magic world, the phoenix is ​​a very rare divine bird, and very few wizards can tame them. Albus can get a phoenix egg, and make the little phoenix familiar with his breath while still in the egg Then it is really a rare thing to recognize him as the master. Albus also loves this little phoenix very much. Fortunately, after thousands of years, Hogwarts has a very rich collection of books, and there are many kinds. Although books were scarce, Albus still found a few, and after reading them carefully, he took care of them even more.

Of course, at the same time, he did not forget his business. He invited some young wizards who supported and worshiped him to help him keep an eye on all the movements of Tom Riddle.

Not long after, he saw a piece of news in the Daily Prophet: a witch died tragically at home, and it was found that the murderer was the witch's house elf.

For the entire magic world, the death of a widowed witch is really not a big news, and the reason why it was published in the Daily Prophet is only because the murderer is a house-elf, which is rather peculiar.

Albus looked carefully at the photos in the newspaper, and suddenly understood why he always felt that the dead witch looked a little familiar—wasn't she the woman who was coaxed to laugh happily by Tom at the Bock-Birkin Magic Shop that day?

Tom Riddle is too smart to do anything that doesn't make sense.

Albus was almost certain that the death of this witch must have something to do with Tom.

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