Chapter 44： I'm just a child

Sean's eyes trembled.

The flame that had been calm jumped up, and the voice in Sean's mind became more and more alluring.

"I can help you—"

"I can also teach you how to control your power—"

"I can let you—"

"Get the glory."

"Incomparable glory—"

Sean buried his head.

After a long time, he asked with difficulty, "How do I know you're not lying to me?"

The voice gradually became higher: "Have you seen this magic flame? A steady stream of fire and gray snakes was born from here, but its power has not weakened in the slightest. This is the end that every wizard is striving for: eternity. "

Sean's eyes became more and more confused, he murmured, "But, how are you going to save me?"

"Your emotions need a powerful magic carrier to bear, and as a gift, this magic flame will become the cornerstone and the starting point for your glory."

"Then, what shall I do..." Sean's hands trembled, wanting to touch the flame, but he didn't dare to reach out.

"Come on, touch it—" The voice became more and more seductive, "Open your heart to it, and imagine building a bridge of communication between you."

"Communicate the magic between you, save those thoughts for it, and then, you come to save the glory-"

Sean's lips trembled, and his face became uncontrollably hideous.

"As long as, as long as communication with magic power is enough..."

"Yes, yes, it's like this, it's so simple—"

"Is that so..."

Sean let out a breath. He took a few steps back, his body trembled, and then he bowed slightly and stroked his chest.

"Thank you for your teaching." He smiled with difficulty.

Sean's strangely colored pupils were still cold and violent, but in the other pupil, the previous confusion disappeared, and clarity returned.

He maintained the elegance of an aristocrat, but what he said was not very pleasant: "I'm still a child, how could you lie to me like this?"

The flames of the blue magic flame trembled slightly, and then violently trembled.

The voice turned cold again, but the anger in it couldn't be stopped: "You, it's fine—"

"Thank you for the compliment, ah, let's not talk, I have to deal with my situation. Good night, um, Mr. Magic Flame?"

Sean quickly retreated to the other side of the corridor. He took a deep breath and took out something.

He does have a carrier that can carry magic power,

It was an egg covered with turquoise patterns. Against the background of blue flames, the fluorescence on its surface was still stubbornly flashing.

"rely on you……"

Sean took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and put his hand on the egg.

"Communicate the magic, build bridges, and open your heart..."

Sean's handsome face was constantly distorted, his expression of pain and violence flashed wildly, and the egg also shook gently.

After a long time, Sean finally opened his eyes.

The white circles on his pupils gradually faded away, and the cruelty and coldness on his face also disappeared.

"It really works..." Sean breathed heavily, feeling it in surprise, all the uncontrollable thoughts in his mind disappeared!

He leaned against the wall exhaustedly, and then touched the gently swaying egg.

"You saved my life... If you can still hatch, you are my brother, no, my son!"

Sean raised his eyelids and glanced at the end of the corridor, where the blue light was still flashing.

But he wasn't worried at all. If the other party had the ability to make a move, how could he hold on to it?

However, Sean himself was running out of energy. His physical energy was exhausted, and he didn't even have the strength to lift his wand.

As for his own spell... Sean looked at the blue flames that were burning quietly beside him.

Under the improvement of Grindelwald, the biggest feature of Magic Flame Blessing is that it is controllable, although the so-called "controllable" is only compared with the original Fierce Fire Spell.

Sean's strength, chanting the spell for half a second, let's close the spell for half an hour...

He looked at the ward that was almost burned, and leaned helplessly against the wall.

I don't have the energy to take it back now. Forget it, wait for Dumbledore to come back...

Sean let out a breath and closed his eyes.

……

"Um...Where is this?" Sean opened his eyes with difficulty and looked around.

It's a large, beautiful circular room full of funny little voices. On the slender-legged table, there are many strange silverware, spinning and spewing small puffs of smoke.

The walls are covered with portraits of old school principals, men and women, all of them snoring softly in their respective frames. There was also a huge claw-shaped table in the room, and on a shelf in the back stood a tattered, wrinkled wizard hat—the Sorting Hat.

Principal's office? Sean propped himself up halfway, and he was lying on a huge red velvet cushion.

"Looks like you're awake?" A gentle voice came from behind him.

Sean turned his head and saw Professor Dumbledore smiling.

"Professor?" Sean blinked, then thought of something and asked immediately, "How is it? School, and Percy and the others?"

Dumbledore walked up to him and sat down on the steps without any image.

"They're all fine, Madam Pomfrey woke up, and Percy was treated," he clasped his hands together, a smirk in his wise eyes, "the castle is a little damaged, but thankfully , no one else was hurt, we just need to fix the castle."

Saying that, he raised his hands as if he had encountered something very happy.

As if infected by his smile, Sean also grinned.

It's fine... he thought happily.

"To be honest, I should have put you in the infirmary, but," Dumbledore spread his hands, "it's in ruins now, and I can't put you on half the stone wall."

"Ruins?!" Sean opened his mouth wide, and suddenly felt guilty.

Dumbledore nodded: "The culprit of the accident left behind a blue flame, and that flame came from the Fierce Fire Charm. Even I had a hard time dealing with it. In the end, I could only control it within a certain range."

"Then," he spread his hands, "poor Poppy almost fainted again when he saw the infirmary."

Dumbledore didn't mention Sean's magic flame protection.

Sean blinked, the principal must have discovered it, but since he didn't say it, then I don't know...

"And what about Professor Kettleburn?"

"Oh—" Dumbledore's expression became a lot more serious, "Sylvanus is under the Imperius Curse, and he still hasn't woken up yet."

"As for the culprit of the accident, it is likely to be a radical pure-blood wizarding organization."

"They call themselves the Death Eaters."