Chapitre 227: You Keep Asking Me If Can Tell You...(2)
When the enemy wizard felt that Dumbledore's spell was frantically destroying his bodily functions.
He just saw Dumbledore's red eyes!
Dragons had reverse scales, and people also had bottom lines.
And Blake, as a new member of the Dumbledore family.
Dumbledore put all his guilt and affection for Ariana on Blake.
These guys were trying to kill Blake in front of Dumbledore?
The bottom line was touched.
'Sorry, you have to die!'
Dumbledore deserved to be called the greatest wizard of the century and that was when he was holding back.
Once he doesn't hold back...
The opponent's wizard would almost like a leek!
Since they would face attacks from all directions.
Blake just opened the dimensional door and slipped away.
The next moment he was by Dumbledore's side.
Because of his full-level proficiency.
Using the Dimension Gate by himself was almost like teleporting...
All those spells that had been thrown at him were immediately in vain...
All the enemy wizards were dumbfounded.
Although Apparation is banned here due to the interference they unleashed,
This kid still knows similar teleportation magic!
Dumbledore saw Blake return to his side.
He breathed a sigh of relief, but the anger in his heart did not dissipate.
There was no more fear now that he had become serious
"Aah!"
"The old man is crazy!"
"Kill him!"
"Run!"
Dumbledore went crazy, it was terrible.
Those guys don't listen to their Auror boss anymore.
They started to run away.
Blake whistled once.
Then Nagini and Agcarius started to rush up!
Blake pulled out his suitcase for cover.
And then released Xiong Da, the brown bear from the poke ball!
Three powerful magical animals chased them into the deep forest.
The screams continued.
The Auror boss ran too.
When Dumbledore tried to catch him.
He directly pulled an unlucky guy next to him to block the attack behind him.
That unlucky guy didn't even scream, and just fell asleep!
Blake then spotted the Auror Boss.
After all, it was this bastard who made everyone attack him just now.
Blake flicked his right hand.
A crimson magic chain flew out quickly!
And tied up the guy hard.
"Ah yo!"
"Plop!" The guy fell to the ground.
He turned over hard, struggling.
He wanted to break free from this chain.
However, with his strength, it was simply impossible!
He looked at Blake who was slowly approaching not far away.
He hastily turned the wand in his hand over with difficulty.
Pointing to the red chains on his body.
"Relax as hard as you can!"
However, this spell, which was often used to untie it was useless now...
Blake came in front of him, crouched down with a smile on his face.
"You want to break free from my Cytorak crimson band?"
Dumbledore also came over and looked curiously at the chain in Blake's hand.
He could be sure of one thing, that is, this was a completely unknown magic before!
And the power of this magic... far exceeded his own imagination!
Dumbledore didn't rush to ask Blake.
Because he still had work to do.
And, Blake had gotten stronger. Now he could only feel happy.
When he thought Blake was going to be in danger just now, he had figured it out a little bit.
It was impossible for him to protect this child all the time. Just like Arianna back then...
If the original Arianna had the ability to protect herself.
Then the tragedy that followed her would never happen!
Blake let go of the magic chain in his hand. The chain immediately wrapped itself around the guy's body.
This time, he could no longer escape. A magic whip appeared in Blake's right hand.
"Will you say it or not?"
Blake made a gesture to slap him.
That guy was already numb.
"I don't know what you are talking about!"
Blake was furious.
"You don't know what we want to know? Do you want me to ask again? I think you just don't want to say it!"
That guy was shocked.
"I really feel like you just want to slap me..."
"You are right, I do!"
"Hey!"
Dumbledore stopped Blake dumbfounded.
It seemed that this kid was holding a grudge.
Seeing that he was held back, Blake struck up the whip.
Then he knelt down and asked a series of questions.
"Tell me, who are you? What's your name?"
"What's the deal with these guys? Who's behind you backing you?"
"Where is the exact location of the Colosseum? How should we unlock the hidden magic to get to it?"
"How many trapped magical animals are there? How many people are left behind?"
A series of questions fell down.
Even if you hang yourself, you still have to catch your breath. So many questions. He listened to one and then forgot the last one... There was not an answer at all!
"Can you... ask them one by one?"
"Professor! I just said that this person doesn't want to talk about it! I suggest to give him a dozen whips first!"
The guy remembered the pain that hit his bone marrow just now.
He almost freaked out.
One lash was so hard to handle, if he had to take more than a dozen lashes, he would die!
"I will answer!" The guy was about to cry. "I will answer all your questions...you have to believe me!"
"You will really answer? I don't believe it!"
After tossing for a while.
That guy explained everything he could.
The reason for saying this was because he did have one thing he couldn't explain.
That was who the guy backing them was.
What was their identity?
What did they look like?
He couldn't tell a little bit of information about this.
Obviously, he remembered that person.
But he just couldn't say it!
Dumbledore checked him one last time before speaking.
It was a kind of magic cast on oneself.
An ability to blur other people's perception of oneself.
As long as he doesn't want others to reveal his identity.
Then, even if the other party has seen him, even remember him and understand him.
It was impossible to say this information!
Even with Legilimency, there was no way to read this part of the memory.
Because it was equivalent to this part of the memory being artificially blocked.
Only the person concerned could read it.
If someone else reads it, it would be just a cloud of mist...
"That person is quite careful," Blake said dissatisfied.
There was no exact name, keepsake, or appearance
Even Blake couldn't open the dimensional door to him.
Newt whispered, "Could it be the aftermath left by 'that' man?"
Blake and Dumbledore exchanged glances.
Then they shook their heads at the same time.
At this moment, Voldemort was possessing Quirrell, plotting to steal the Philosopher's Stone at Hogwarts.
And, if he really had so many helpers.
Why would he need to wander around Albania for so many years?
Only to possess Quirrell in the end?
After a moment of silence, Blake suddenly asked, "Professor, where is the helper you called?"
Dumbledore stroked his beard.
"They're already on their way, it's just that it may take some time."
Because of the rush, they did not prepare props such as port keys.
It still takes some time to travel all the way to Albania.
"So...is there anyone I know among them?" Blake asked.
"Yes. Aberforth is there too," said Dumbledore.
"Oh, ok, I'll send them over now," Blake said.
"Huh?" Dumbledore looked at Blake in surprise.
He then saw Blake raise his arm and draw another circle.
"Stab!"
The gate of dimension appears again!
And outside the door. Aberforth and several others were standing in front of a fireplace.
He looked at the circle of fire suddenly appearing beside him with a dazed expression.
And those in the circle of fire...
"Blake?!".
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