The Last Goodbye

A mysterious silver light surrounded the corpse, like the glow left by a unicorn in the night.

"Let's start." Albus put down his hand, turned his head to look at Flamel, who nodded, put two fingers on the corpse's ribs, and tapped lightly.The wound opened slowly, and bright red blood flowed out.This time Galatea and Aberforth, standing behind the two, also averted their eyes.They couldn't bear to continue watching. Flamel and Albus seemed peaceful.They are like surgeons guarding a patient, though they guard only a dead man.A red light suddenly flashed from the open wound of the corpse, and then a red stone squeezed through the blurred flesh and slowly rose into the air.

It rose with a plume of smoke.

It took the last warmth from that body.

The bright red blood dripped down the stone wall, and opened one after another gorgeous flowers on the pale belly of the corpse.The Philosopher's Stone is suspended in mid-air, and after being baptized by blood, it reveals an attractive dark red luster.

The people behind Albus and Flamel walked towards the corner of the room.As they walked, they drew out their wands, and the tips of the wands drew golden arcs one after another in the air.Those golden threads stretched out along the walls of the room, intertwined like silk, and finally merged into a golden net. Tina drew her wand as well.She threw a green light at the gold net.With a snap, the green light was entangled in the golden thread.It seemed to try to break free, but the golden thread bound it tightly, and finally swallowed it completely.The rest of the people nodded towards the two people beside the sofa. Albus and Flamel also raised their wands.Higashi Aoki pointed at the boy's body.Silver Basswood points to the Philosopher's Stone in the sky.The two began to chant the incantation, the voice was very slow and soft, each syllable was accurately embedded together, one after another, like a low-pitched song.The stones in mid-air became redder and brighter, and a flow of blood surged from the core.

Suddenly there was a snap!

The stone exploded into thousands of red beads.They floated around the two of them like agate, as bright as blood.

Flamel and Albus were still chanting, the hymn-like incantations rippling in the air, stirring up waves of magic one after another.The waves slowly pushed away and spread towards the gold nets that surrounded the room. As soon as they touched them, they were entangled again, blended, and then gathered into more dazzling gold.Suddenly, the agate particles suspended in the air seemed to have received some instructions, and dropped drop by drop back into the wound of the corpse on the sofa.The red agate was submerged in the red blood, merged and melted until it disappeared completely.

This process was very slow, and everyone watched quietly.The hymn-like incantation has never stopped. After listening to it for a long time, people will feel that the incantation did not come from the two wizards beside the sofa, but a divine voice from heaven transmitted through their bodies.When the last few drops of agate fell into the wound of the corpse, the black-red opening seemed to be pulled by something, and it closed naturally, gradually turning into a reddish-brown scar, and then the scar also began to fade, until it finally disappeared completely up.The healing speed of that scar was like fast-forwarding a wound that took a person a year to heal within ten seconds, but it was even more miraculous than the most powerful healing spell in the world, because the skin there was still intact.It's like that wound is not healing but being erased by backwards time.

The chant-like incantation paused.Dong Qingmu and Silver Basswood also fell down slowly.The whole room was silent, only the sound of a few people breathing.It was broad daylight, but they did not notice it, for the light from the golden threads was more dazzling and dazzling than the daylight outside.The place covered by it is like a different space.Several people standing in the corner looked at the boy on the sofa in unison, and Tina went straight up and stood behind Flamel and Albus.Then under their gaze, the corpse on the sofa trembled violently, and then suddenly opened its eyes!

The body bounced reflexively, and almost fell off the sofa, but fortunately, it was immediately supported by several people surrounding him.The boy who woke up was coughing and panting. After a while, he looked around in a daze, and asked very uncertainly, "I... am alive?"

"Thank God!!" "Merlin!!" "You're still alive!" "That's great!!" The room burst into cheers, and everyone rushed in front of the boy. Tina even hugged him into her arms, "Thank you Merlin!!" She cried out excitedly, hugging the man tightly in her arms, who was almost out of breath under her embrace. "Ti...Tina...cough cough..." The boy broke free from her arms a little embarrassedly. "Oh...I'm sorry..." Tina let go of him incoherently, raised her hand to wipe away the tears in her eyes, "Oh, that's great...you scared me to death..." But the boy passed her and looked anxiously To Flamel and Albus who were half kneeling in front of the sofa, "What's going on? Did it succeed? The Philosopher's Stone... Did we get it back?"

He saw them smile with relief.

The boy finally laughed and lay back on the sofa.

"Merlin...!" He raised his hand to cover his eyes, he was so excited that his body began to tremble uncontrollably, and a string of crystal tears welled up in his eyes, "Great, great... He wiped away his tears indiscriminately, sat up again and looked at the other people in the room, "...I thought I would never see you again. I was so scared, I was very scared at the time. I thought I was going to die... "

Before he could say another word, he was hugged into a warm embrace again.

This time it was Albus Dumbledore who was holding him.

Everyone, including the boy, was stunned. Albus hugged the man in his arms tightly, his reddish-brown hair slid down his face.The teenager laughed at the itching of his hair. "Professor Dumbledore..." But then he stopped, because the man with his arms was shaking gently on his shoulders.He paused for a moment before realizing that the other person was lying on his shoulder, crying quietly.A string of silent tears followed, wetting his clothes.

"Albus..." The boy also hugged him, subconsciously tightening his arms, "I'm fine, Albus. I'm fine, don't be sad." He comforted him softly, but Albus just hugged him tighter and tighter , as if he was afraid that he would run away if he let go. "...that's great." The person lying on his shoulder finally said a word tremblingly. Albus let go of the man in his arms, and then he stuck to the young man's forehead with great gratitude and piety, and dropped a loving kiss.

"Welcome back, Salazar."

2.6 MOSTARDENTLY, PARTIII

1940

Harry woke up suddenly, and saw a lot of light vaguely.He reached out, grabbed the glasses next to the pillow and put them on.The sky is bright outside the window, the sun is dazzling, and there are birds chirping.There was a smell of food coming from somewhere. Hungry, Harry scrambled to his feet, surprised to find that the pain wasn't that great.Someone healed him while he was sleeping?He sat up suspiciously, and when he looked up, he saw a person sitting at the foot of his bed - Gellert Grindelwald!

Harry shuddered subconsciously, but he brushed his hair deliberately so that the other party didn't notice his fear.The dark wizard was sitting quietly at the foot of his bed reading a book when he heard him wake up and turned to look at him. Harry forced himself to look at him too.Grindelwald's blond hair shone brightly in the midday sun. Harry stared at the face that terrified him.

Grindelwald is actually a very handsome man, a standard Germanic man.He inherited his Viking mother's dazzling blond hair and three-dimensional facial features with wild beauty, and at the same time possessed the resolute facial lines and proud muscular physique of his Saxon father.A pair of eyes of different colors are embedded in the pale skin, the silver right pupil is a sharp knife, and the black left pupil is the deep night.When he looked at others, it was always with a kind of gentle inquiry.His gaze was deep, like the impenetrable water in a pensieve.However, if you observe carefully, you will find that in the depths of those gentle and deep eyes, there is a kind of unruly and iron blood of primitive civilization, a kind of danger and wildness like Vikings.

Harry stared at the handsome face not far away for a long time, then suddenly leaned forward, leaned on the bed, leaned over his neck ambiguously, twitched his mouth, and showed a gentle smile to the man sitting at the foot of his bed.He will never let the other party know how much will he has to mobilize to make this action.Every cell in his body screamed rejection.

"Good morning, master."

Harry said quietly.Sure enough, he saw Grindelwald's eyebrows tremble. Harry backed away, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, stretching his tired limbs.My body doesn't hurt anymore.It must be that the other party cured him while he was sleeping.He just feels a little tired now, as if he just had a serious illness.He ignored Grindelwald and was about to get up and go to the kitchen to get something to eat, but Grindelwald reached out and grabbed him.

Harry bit himself hard enough not to shake off that hand!

Grindelwald obviously noticed this time, but he just raised his eyes to look at Harry. "Lie down a little longer