trainer at hogwarts

Chapter 200 I want to mark the space (battle)

Morris glanced at Dumbledore in surprise.

"The vortex created by your elf leading to the spirit world will absorb the lives of the people around you at the same time. Don't you know?" Dumbledore was also a little surprised.

Morris blinked. He didn't seem to have noticed this.

"Master, because I am here, Gardevoir is also here, and you can use your superpowers to resist, so you are fine." The crystal lantern who served as a bodyguard in Morris's shadow told his master telepathically.

The master is so difficult to lead sometimes...

Deng Deng has put a lot of thought into this family.

After explaining Morris' doubts, he immediately turned his attention to his substitute.

That guy is not that easy to deal with, so you have to go all out!

It would be much more convenient if it were the original body, but the task of protecting the master is still more difficult.

Absol was sent back to visit his home. Sister Duo was the main force, so the heavy responsibility of protecting the master fell on him. There must be no accidents!

Dumbledore looked at Maurice's dazed look and didn't know what to say for a moment. He had shrewdly plotted against himself tonight, but he didn't even understand his pet's ability?

Is it really okay to let such an unreliable person take Harry with him?

Dumbledore began to feel that some adjustments to future plans might be necessary.

Morris didn't know that Dumbledore had ever considered letting him help Harry. When he saw Snape's eagerness when he saw that Harry might be hurt by him, he became more determined in the plan to dress up as Harry.

It wouldn't be nice to make Harry physically look like Harley, but that doesn't stop him from making Harry look like Harley.

By the way, what does Lily look like? Well, when you have time, go cheat and talk to Dumbledore and see what Lily looks like.

(′▽`)?

While Morris was distracted, Dumbledore stared closely at the black scythe suppressed by Gardevoir.

"It's finally out."

"Bang!"

Dumbledore struck swiftly.

A black figure was hit into the wall and slowly fell down.

"Howl——" (Hurry up, the divine bird attacks!)

Lightning Bird: "?"

Lightning Bird's eyes became sharp.

If you can't resist the Frozen Bird, then you can only vent your anger on a small character like you.

Lightning Birds are originally bad-tempered elves. When they were in Brazil, they fought with Thunderbirds every day for territory. After fighting for who knows how many years, they developed a relationship. However, this did not prevent them from continuing to fight for territory. They just paid attention to leaving each other alive. .

Ever since he was tricked by that old man, Frozen Bird, this fellow sufferer's life has not been pleasant at all.

Frozen Bird felt that Thunderbird was not easy to command, so he chose Lightning Bird as his little brother.

The figure wrapped in a black robe pulled himself off the wall, and suddenly something covered in electric light rushed toward him at high speed.

He wanted to get the magic item, but found that he couldn't move it at all.

Dumbledore? What moved his hand?

"Bang!"

The lightning bird hung dangling in the sky, and the man was once again tightly wrapped by the wall.

Dumbledore twitched the corner of his mouth. This phoenix that looked like it could discharge electricity didn't seem very smart.

Morris understood that this was the command of Frozen Bird, and he had no objection.

But now they were teammates. Morris took out an energy cube from his pocket and threw it to the Lightning Bird.

"Katan!" The lightning bird caught the energy cube, and then flew to Morris and acted cute.

Morris: "..."

I had no choice but to throw a few more at this guy.

On the other side, Gardevoir has pressed the entire knife into the door of the spirit world, and the crystal lamp fire spirit is ready to close the door at any time.

"Wait...wait!" Harry shouted with difficulty, "I feel, I feel like my hand is split!"

split?

Morris immediately reminded Gardevoir to slow down.

Snape's eyes drifted to Harry's hand and frowned: "Your hand is still intact."

"It's the mark that's peeling off." Dumbledore said, "Morris, your guess is correct. This is indeed a separate space."

"It should be a space specially used to store the shadow. If the shadow disappears, the mark will also disappear." Morris looked at Dumbledore, "Principal, do you want to continue?"

"As long as you can make this damn thing leave, then... you can!" Harry stared at the black crown fiercely, "I don't want this thing!"

Dumbledore was a little worried: "Harry..."

"Maurice, I believe you!"

Morris: "..."

No, Harry, don't do this, I can't take the blame.

"Harry, none of us know whether stripping will harm you." Dumbledore thought more about it.

"Headmaster, I think this is too hasty!" Snape expressed his opinion.

For him, what happened tonight was beyond his understanding.

And there is no structure!

"Gardevoir."

"Master, I have already predicted it. Except for the extreme pain, I have not found any surprises for the time being."

"Master, I feel like that person's blood is weird." The crystal lantern spirit suddenly appeared.

"what?"

Crystal Lamp Fire Spirit: "I felt many kinds of souls living in that person's blood... I kind of want to eat..."

Morris has a black line on his head, what a description.

"What's wrong?" Dumbledore asked with concern when Morris didn't speak.

Morris scratched his head and repeated the crystal lantern's words.

He really didn't understand what Deng Deng meant. What did it mean that there were many souls living in the blood?

Dumbledore thought for a while: "This is the first time I have actually seen them, so I may not be able to answer your question now. Maurice, can Harry peel off this mark while sleeping?"

Gardevoir's initial prediction was confirmed, and now Dumbledore hopes to once again use the power of prophecy to eliminate wrong options.

"Master, for predictions with a higher accuracy rate, we need to adopt multiple predictions." Gardevoir was a little embarrassed, "My current mental power and superpowers do not support me in making more layers of predictions."

Dumbledore: "Does our magic work for you? Miss Gardevoir."

Gardevoir hesitated: "As far as I know, our energies do not interfere with each other."

The implication is that you can't help.

...

Harry's consciousness was a little confused.

After many intense painful stimulations, he now felt like meat on a chopping board.

He looked at the black crown in his hand.

This is a nightmare!

Since childhood, my aunt and uncle have told me that my biological parents were killed by a car and they were kind enough to adopt me. However, life in that home was not happy.

My whole childhood was black...

Even so, he still wanted to live.