Story of Longevity

　　 In the mirror space of the Eris Mirror, there are only two people, Ilya and Xingke.

　　 has reexamined the Eris Mirror once again after the order [As long as Xingqi is still its owner, the time cost of every person who uses the Eris Mirror in the future will be paid by Xingqi].

　　 Xing Ke sat on the sofa casually and started reading to pass the time.

　　 However, Illya, who was experiencing time travel for the first time, looked a little... fidgeting and blushing.

　　 thought about, finally couldn't help but provoked the topic.

　　 "Now, we have about two hours, right?"

　　 Xing Ke closed the book "Faith and Magic" in his hand, and decided not to read it.

　　 "Well, although it is not the limit, the speed I adjusted this time is 1:144. However, there is no reference outside, so the specific words can only depend on luck."

　　 "Guise, is this really as bad as you said this time? Voldemort is not your opponent at all, is it?"

"This time of catastrophe, whether it is me or this age, I think it is a must. This is an opportunity to solve the class contradictions in the wizarding world. No one will die, but I can't guarantee that they will be injured. This belongs to all of them. The catastrophe is also an opportunity for rebirth from the ashes. Maybe the Phoenix Alliance also has this meaning?"

　　 "Did you die for the doll? Is that thing your back?"

　　 "Yes, and it's not the only back hand. That magic item that only has an effect on an immediate lethal attack. I developed it together with a member of the clock tower called Fazer."

　　 "Well, Aleister entrusted the Chamber of Commerce to find a trustworthy alchemy workshop, so I learned that you have been there for a while now."

　　 This made Xingqi a little embarrassed, and there was some impulse to apologize.

"Ah... um, sorry... ahem, the shortcomings of Avadasuo Ming are too big, only for life, even the life of a mouse can completely satisfy it, the double doll uses this principle to deal with Stupid Death Eaters who can only use Avada's life are the best."

　　 "You think a lot about Hohenheim. If you care about Hohenheim so much, why don't you protect it yourself?"

　　 "Because I am that kind of laissez-faire parent, and Hohenheim is not a baby."

　　 "Because you find it troublesome."

"……You are really smart."

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　　 The huge, silver, and reassuring light of the ultimate armored body enveloped the entire academy. On the corridors of the castle, the students of the entire school are anxiously preparing, ready to confront their most feared enemy.

　　 The Ministry of Magic represented by the adults has compromised with a powerful force, but the young people who have not yet graduated or just graduated have not. The seeds of the future of the wizarding world are not there yet.

　　 Being young is sometimes a kind of courage, a kind of strength.

　　 Until today, they knew that the stone statues of the school were actually alive, as were the oak gates of the castle.

　　 The usual stern Professor McGonagall actually loves these students very much, and in my heart there are some children's tempers.

　　 Mr. Flivy, as a curse professor, usually does not show up and leaks, but at the critical moment, that small man can burst out so powerful magical power. Maybe his elf blood is not fake.

　　 At this moment, everyone can glimpse the Death Eaters in the black cloak outside the school from the window. They all know that they are lunatics who kill people without blinking.

　　 However, these little wizards did not panic. On the contrary, some lads could still give good opinions:

　　 "Simo, can you?"

　　 "Navi, you have to believe me and block all my magical blows. I believe that even the tens of thousands of werewolves are not my opponent. You are. You are not afraid to attract them?"

　　 "I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid, but someone has to do it, right? But I will live, and I have to tell Luna that I like her."

　　 "...Navi, my master told me that thinking about confession and marriage before the battle is a mortal rhythm."

　　 "……(Desperate.jpg

　　 The Death Eaters outside the campus began to attack. Hundreds of magic missiles fell on the light shield of the guardian spell like shooting stars, and the war started.

　　 At this time, Hermione and his little boyfriend Ron quietly sneaked into the laboratory of their former Potions professor Snape.

　　 They came here to look for Dumbledore's method of destroying Horcruxes when he was "alive"-the basilisk fangs that Snape had.

　　 Before this, they had used the Gryffindor sword to destroy the pendant box stolen from the old lady toad. Now, according to information, the Hufflepuff cup in their hand is Voldemort's last Horcrux.

　　 is also the key to end all this.

　　 The two people rummaged through the boxes and finally found the fangs made into a dagger in a box in the corner.

　　 And, there is more than one handle, but three.

　　 Carefully polished tooth tips, sword hilt made of dragon blood wood, practical and unfancy snake relief.

　　 Hermione picked up the dagger and started to look at it, and said to Ron who was stunned by him:

　　 "Ron, I think something is wrong."

　　 Ron then came back to his senses:

　　 "Isn't this the fangs of the basilisk?"

　　Hermione lights up ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ carefully observe the pattern on the snake tooth dagger:

　　 "Look at the pattern here, if you look closely, does it look like a sentence?"

　　 "Huh? Let me see—we offer revenge weapons here. What does this mean?"

"Also, if you look closely, there is our name on the wooden handle—Harry Potter. This is also, Ron Weasley. Then this is... Well? [Miss Know-it-all]? What is this ?"

　　 "That's your nickname, Hermione, or Snape got it."

　　 "I know this, Ron, I mean why Snape prepared weapons for us to destroy Horcruxes. Isn't he an enemy? And...this...this is too unreasonable!?"

　　 "Let's deal with the Horcrux first, and now I think about these things to no avail."

　　 "Well, take yours, let's do it together."

　　 "Well, three—"

　　 "Two——"

"One!"

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　　At the same time, Harry came to Dumbledore's office, he was here to find the truth.

　　 Dumbledore told him that when he returned to Hohenheim when he was an adult, he would get a bottle of his own tears. This will be the truth of everything, the truth Harry wants to know most.

　　 After a while, Harry found it. In the first drawer of the table, Dumbledore told himself where he was "when he was alive".

　　 Pour his tears into the **** basin, Harry took a deep breath, and then fell deeply into Dumbledore’s memory...

　　 Then next time he wakes up, he will know everything, whether it’s his own business, his parents’ business, or Snape’s business...