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"Pfft." The old mage seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. With a wave of his sleeve robe, a hidden sword nailed the black lightning to the pillar.

Looking at the little black snake on the pillar, the old man slowly raised his head, staring at the darkness in the corner, his expression heavy: "Cassilias."

"Teacher, long time no see." A pale man with strange patterns carved on his face slowly walked towards the old man.

Jeno looked at the man in the picture, his pupils shrunk. This guy didn't seem to be a teacher of the ancient one.

And compared to Casillas in the movie, Casillas in the picture has pale eyes, pale skin, and hands that look like dehydrated bark.

"Hehehe." Casillas smiled, showing his sharp teeth.

"It seems that you have given your body and mind to that monster!" The old man slowly raised his hand, and golden energy shone in his hand, forming a golden sword.

"Today, I will get rid of your scourge for the wizarding world."

Combat triggers.

Casillas raised his index finger to the air in front of him, the space distorted, and the two entered the mirrored space.

Jeno didn't know what happened inside, but Dumbledore wanted to investigate this matter himself, so it meant that the old mage was in danger.

Accompanied by the vibration of the space, the originally empty space exploded.

Countless fragments were scattered all over the ground, and an afterimage hit the ground heavily. The old man's sackcloth was soaked in blood, his hands trembled slightly, and he seemed to be cut off, unable to cast magic.

"Crack!" A giant tail slammed heavily on the old man's back, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Roar!" A huge monster that looked like a python but not a python retracted its tail, and on top of its head stood Casillas with a pale face and a long sword in his hand.

This snake was his partner, and it was standing upright and slowly approaching the old man.

"Teacher, you are old." The man sneered again and again, looking at the old man without a trace of emotion: "Your body can no longer bear more magical energy, just like a leaking pot."

The old man panted heavily and made a "ho ho" sound, and it seemed that he was about to die.

"So now offer your body and mind to the darkness, and you will gain eternal life just like me." Casillas opened his arms, his whole face was hideous.

Something seemed to be moving on his face.

"You're dreaming." The old man looked up at Casillas, with regret and pity in his eyes.

"How dare you look at me like that, old man!" Casillas was furious.

It seemed that the old man's eyes reminded him of something unpleasant.

Immediately afterwards, the giant black python opened its bloody mouth, and bit down on the old man under the command of Casillas.

The screen turns black.

Chapter 155 Origin

The screen disappeared, as if it was knocked over by the impact of the giant python.

"So, what's the origin of this guy?" Although Jeno knew a lot from the video, he couldn't say that he knew Casillas, could he?

Compared to Jeno's indifference, Hermione looked a little sad.

The old man seemed to be a good person. After all, to be able to become the garrison master of the Sanctuary, one had to be someone with high strength and good character.

And Hermione knew him, because Jeno rarely came to school.

He knows everything, and he is someone else's student as the teachers say.

If Jie Nuo really went to class, the embarrassing one would still be the teacher.

Should I teach you or you teach me?

After all, Jeno knew more magic than most teachers.

Jeno also understood this, except for the final exam, he basically did not come to Hogwarts to attend classes.

After all, the teacher felt uncomfortable sitting there on the stage, and Jie Nuo felt uncomfortable staying there, so he simply didn't come.

Hermione, who can be a top student, will never fall behind in any course, and every subject, except Divination, is scored A in every subject, which means excellent.

So Hermione, who often shuttles around the campus, often encounters various teachers.

Among them is the old man seen in the picture just now.

Every Monday, an old man dressed in sackcloth would sit in the maple forest in the corner of the campus, often looking up at the falling maple leaves and wondering what he was thinking.

According to other students, this old man appeared in Maple Leaf Forest very early, and this habit has existed for no one knows how long.

Just like when you practice Kungfu in Shaolin Temple, you can meet the unsmiling sweeping monk at the door every day.

As time goes by, it seems that he is also regarded as part of the memory landscape, and the feeling that it should be is wrong.

But suddenly one day you find that he is gone, and there is a feeling that things are right and people are wrong on the other side.

"Oh, the master of ancient books is gone, and another one is gone." Dumbledore smiled wryly.

In fact, many times, how many people can see his sadness?

People only see him as Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, one of the higher institutions in the wizarding world.

Dumbledore, the strongest mage under the ancient mage in the magic world.

But he didn't know that after removing these auras, he was actually an ordinary person, just an ordinary person.

Gushu used to be his classmate, and the two had a good relationship. They studied together in Karma Taj, and they had arguing endlessly over whether mages were better at melee combat or long-range orthodox.

Recalling the red face of Zheng at that time, Dumbledore couldn't help laughing.

It was a really good time, with nothing but education and, of course, competitiveness.

It's a pity that things have changed, and times have changed. Now, Gushu has become the resident mage of the New York Sanctuary, and he has also taken over the mantle of the previous headmaster and become the headmaster of Hogwarts.

They no longer have the opportunity to debate whether mages should play melee or ranged like they used to.

"So the Master of Ancient Books was killed by his apprentice?" Jeno interrupted Dumbledore's recollection with unfriendly eyes.

The old bee seems to be getting old, always likes to see things and think about people, and plays a lot of memory cards.

"Well, his apprentice Casillas is a bright young man." Dumbledore slowly looked out the window, falling into memory again.

I remember it was a dark and stormy night.

The Master of Ancient Books and Dumbledore went to attend the Merlin Medal Awarding Ceremony together.