Master Trainer from Hogwarts

Chapter 73 The Legend
"Generally speaking, natural primitive runes are precious. They are outstanding creations of nature. Even if a wizard copies stroke by stroke, it is difficult to achieve this natural and pure state."

Dumbledore walked to the brass bird stand and said slowly while stroking Fox's golden-red wings.

"This requires rune stripping technology."

Isis suddenly spoke. Obviously, this Ravenclaw-born teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts is also very interested in natural primitive runes.

She looked at Dumbledore and said confidently, "Professor, I remember your teachings correctly, right?"

Dumbledore smiled and looked at Isis, "Of course, you were the best Ravenclaw back then."

He continued, "The stripped original rune needs to be constructed by the magic source to shape it into the shape you want. These original rune are the core of natural magic, but still need some artificial modification."

"Finally, don't throw away its original carrying object. Use the magic source grafting technique to graft the magic core you built on it, and you will get a powerful alchemy wonder."

Allen took out his notebook and recorded it. It didn't sound easy.

Because the magic text stripping technology and magic source grafting technology involved already belonged to the category of advanced alchemy, he hadn't even seen these two terms in the magic book.

"Principal Dumbledore, can you teach me the magic text stripping technique and the magic source grafting technique, of course I also have a lot of troubles in the magic source structure."

Allen spoke subconsciously. He thought that even if Dumbledore didn't teach him himself, he would take out the corresponding books as before.

Dumbledore leaned back, slightly leaning against the ancient walnut headmaster's desk with slightly blackened edges.

"Of course, Mr. Stuart."

Just as Allen smiled, Dumbledore stretched out a finger, slender and powerful.

"However, as a principal, I have the responsibility to care about the all-round development of a student's moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic and labor skills."

"As far as it looks now, it's a good thing, Alan, that you love learning, but you are a little biased."

Ok?
Allen looked at Dumbledore suspiciously, before school started, why did he miss the subject?
"You lack exercise. For a wizard, a strong body is the key to his success. For example, the founder of the school, Godric Gryffindor, has a strong body to become a legendary wizard."

"Are you referring to a legendary wizard who can fight human knights with a sword?"

Allen couldn't help complaining.

In the biography of Gryffindor, he often participates in duels, not limited to wizards, ordinary people, magical creatures...

For creatures that can't use magic, he will give up his advantage in casting spells, and use the Gryffindor sword to teach them a lesson.

It can be regarded as the originator of the sword and stick double cultivation style at that time.

"Hmm~" Dumbledore looked embarrassed, and then mumbled vaguely, "That's probably it."

"Alan, you know that I have high expectations of you, so I must pay attention to this point."

He walked up to Allen and put his palm on Allen's shoulder.

"Why don't we make a deal, according to the principle of equivalent exchange in alchemy."

"If you help Gryffindor get No.3 in the Quidditch held in the middle of the academy, I will teach you the magic source structure. If it is No.2, I will teach you the rune stripping technique. If it is No.1, I will teach you these three techniques."

The conditions are not harsh, Allen thought, because Gryffindor is No.2 all year round.

The only problem is.

"Professor, first-year freshmen are not allowed to participate in Quidditch."

Dumbledore raised his finger, and the quill automatically left a line of ink on the white paper, adding the gorgeous headmaster's signature by the way.

He smiled mischievously, "Principals always have some privileges."

Allen took the blank paper, "Okay, principal, I accept your deal."

Watching Allen walk out of the principal's room, Dumbledore's eyes were deep.

According to the feedback from the portraits these days, Allen is good at everything, but he is a bit too independent.

Different from Tom at the beginning, Tom has won people's hearts since the beginning of school and built his own team.

Although Allen got along well with everyone, except for the Weasley brothers, he devoted himself to the study of magic and alienated everything outside from the heart, and the essence of this alienation stemmed from his pride.

If you insist on a metaphor.

Tom is like Gryffindor in Slytherin. His talent for commanding others makes him the leader of the lion pride.

And Allen is like Slytherin in Gryffindor, a born king who walks alone even among lions.

What a big difference.

"Headmaster?" Isis interrupted Dumbledore's contemplation.

Dumbledore came back to his senses and said with a smile, "When people are old, they always fall into trance involuntarily."

Isis nodded, "I came to you this time to report the movement of the Solomon Church."

Then she paused.

With a wave of Dumbledore's hand, a gray magic barrier wrapped the two of them, and the silver-white spells on it were instantly superimposed, as deep and deep as a starry sky.

There is no possibility of leaking the information inside.

The greatest white wizard of this century is not 'old' as he said.

"Legendary Domain?" Isis didn't care to continue reporting, she looked solemnly at the gray enchantment around her, and the bright golden eye on her neck shone brightly, confirming her judgment again.

Then it can only be explained that this place is completely 'isolated' from the outside world!
A 'little' source of magic powerful enough to operate independently shields the ubiquitous 'big' source of magic from the outside world.

That's why all the information here is completely isolated, and even those demon gods who hold special powers look back in time and cannot find the corresponding information.

That's the description of the legend.

I am legend, above all things.

Isis looked greedily and obsessively at the gray magic barrier around her, and wanted to reach out to touch it, but the space at the edge expanded automatically.

The world is within reach.

Dumbledore shook his head calmly, "Not so much."

His deep gaze also looked at his own 'field', and there was a hidden blood-red crack at the edge, which was the trace left by the blood oath back then.

As an upgraded version of the [Unbreakable Vow], how could he not be backlashed when he broke the blood oath with Greenwald?
And the backlash is so deep that he has been wasted until now.

He touched the edge of legend.

But so close.

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