Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 199 The Broken Angel

"Come out! Come out!"

real world.

Alice's body suddenly lit up with black and white light, and the professors who were a little impatient waiting looked over excitedly.

"Severus, catch Connor." With a flick of Dumbledore's wand, he pulled a blue light away from Alice and threw it at Snape who was guarding Connor. Snape Pu raised his wand, one after another, the blue light melted into Connor's body.

Dumbledore and Pope Hugh stood on both sides of Alice, and started casting spells at the same time. The Pope's staff shone with intense light and enveloped Alice. Now, he wanted to "lead" the angel into the Among the cards.

Suddenly, the pope's expression changed: "Not good!"

Dumbledore's face was also surprised: "You back away!"

Things seem to have happened unexpectedly.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the Pope was moved several meters horizontally by him. The holy light on Alice also disappeared. A black shadow emerged from Alice and rushed into the card above her head. Alice I was exuding a faint white light.

"What's going on?" Snape raised Connor and asked, all the professors also frowned and looked at Dumbledore.

"Did it work?" Professor McGonagall was a little nervous.

Dumbledore frowned: "The angel has been separated."

".But not completely." The professors just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but they raised their hearts again when they heard the second half of Dumbledore's sentence.

"It was supposed to lead the angel into the card, but the first thing that left the girl's body was a strong dark breath." The Pope frowned and explained: "The collision of light and darkness will produce incredible Knowing the consequences... If I didn't take back the holy light just now, there might be a big explosion."

On the other side, Connor slowly opened his eyes. He felt like he had a long, long dream. He seemed to have dreamed of Alice, as well as flying dragons, poker men, castles, dungeons and... a strong Unwillingness...

Then he finally remembered his mission, he was going to save Alice!He raised his head abruptly, and saw the concerned faces of the professors.

"Am I successful?"

"Did you succeed?"

Questions from both sides at the same time made the atmosphere a bit awkward. Connor touched his nose, then looked at Alice who was still shining beside him: "What's the situation now?"

"Don't you know what happened?" Snape who was supporting Connor asked indifferently.

Connor shook his head: "I seem to have a dream. But I can't remember clearly."

What impressed Connor the most was the image of a thick black beam of light flying towards him, as well as the feeling of unwillingness at that time. He asked nervously, "Professor Dumbledore, what's wrong with Alice now?" ?”

Dumbledore was still observing Alice, he was silent for a while, and said, "Alice is doing well now. Just"

"No! Angel! Disappeared!" The Pope on the side suddenly said angrily. He stared at the card on Alice's head, and his tone carried the anger that the failure of the plan caused everything to fail.

Everyone quickly looked towards Alice, and found that the light spots surrounding her were slowly drifting away.

Dumbledore explained: "The magic power of the angel is dissipating. This angel seems to be divided into two parts. His mystery has conflicted with himself, and he can no longer maintain his own existence."

"Boy Connor, what have you done?" The Pope asked Connor in a bad tone.

Connor shook his head in a daze, "I'm not sure."

Connor's memory of what happened in the dream was rapidly disappearing, just like he would quickly forget his dreams when he woke up, no matter how hard he tried to recall, he couldn't retain any memory.

Connor subconsciously wanted to approach Alice, but when he just took a few steps, a magical scene happened.

The rays of light escaping from Alice's body began to float towards Connor as if they had found their target!

"Severus, don't worry." Dumbledore stopped Snape just as he raised his wand.

Those spots of light merged into Connor's body piece by piece, and Connor felt his body warm and comfortable as if he was soaking in a hot spring.

He looked at Dumbledore in a daze, not understanding what had happened.

"This is the energy that remains when the angel's magic power dissipates, and these energies seem to be willing to accept you." Dumbledore explained vaguely.

Soon, all the light spots on Alice's body disappeared, and then, a small solid, fist-sized ball of light floated out from above Alice's head, suspended in the air, and scattered flashes of light scattered from the ball of light, like It was a broken hourglass, slowly scattering fine sand down.

The pope's face straightened: "This is the soul of an angel!?"

He hurried forward a few steps, then stopped again, he frowned: "No, this is just a broken soul."

Dumbledore also stepped forward, stared at the ball of light, and gestured a few times with his wand: "A pure soul without impurities, but it has been broken and is slowly dissipating."

Then he walked up to Alice, lifted the spell of the earth wall, and controlled Alice to float up. Professor McGonagall hurried forward and hugged Alice.

"Miss Windsor is fine and healthy. There is no problem with her soul."

The professors breathed a sigh of relief. Although they didn't know what was going on, it seemed that the matter had been perfectly resolved. The fallen angel disappeared and the students were rescued. This is really the best result.

Connor looked at the unconscious Alice in Professor McGonagall's arms. He always felt that the child looked pleasing to the eye, but he didn't care, and turned his head to focus on Dumbledore.

Now Dumbledore was staring at that card with the Pope, the Alice Gold Card.

Dumbledore controlled that kind of card floating in front of his eyes, spinning slowly, with a black aura lingering on the card, which looked very mysterious.

"What's the situation, Hugh, do you know?" Dumbledore asked, frowning.

The Pope shook his head: "This is not an angel, nor an elf, a fusion of a broken soul and dark energy? A strange black magic item? I can't see what it is either."

Connor couldn't help being curious, and walked forward, he looked at the card eagerly. For some reason, this card seemed to be very attractive to him, as if...someone was calling him.

"Professor Dumbledore, can I touch this card?" Out of nowhere, Connor made such a strange request.

Both Dumbledore and the Pope looked at Connor suspiciously, but did not refuse Connor's request.

Dumbledore first took the card with his hand, checked it several times, and handed it to Connor after confirming that there was no problem.

But when Connor took the card, something miraculous happened again, and the black aura lingering on the card suddenly poured into Connor's body!
Connor felt his eyes go dark, he quickly pressed his forehead, his body swayed, and was supported by Dumbledore on the side so he didn't fall to the ground.

"Connor, are you okay?!"

"Connor?"

Connor shook his head: "It's okay, I'm fine..."

"Guarding the soul is my job. Don't worry about Connor. Goodbye."

Connor faintly heard an unfamiliar but familiar voice speaking intermittently in his ears. Connor looked at the card in his hand, and felt a bit of sadness in his heart for no reason, which made him feel a little baffling.

"Connor, what's wrong with you?"

"Ah? It's nothing." Connor felt that Dumbledore was looking at him strangely. When he lowered his head, a drop of water landed on the card in his hand.

"How is it raining"

"Why are you crying?" Dumbledore asked.

"Huh?" Connor raised his head in surprise, only then could he see that there was a clear tear stain in the corner of his right eye.

Connor was puzzled and felt lost again:

"I'm crying? Why am I crying?"

(End of this chapter)