Chapter 267: Hogwarts Learning Panel, Chapter 115

The twins were worthy of being alchemy geniuses, and their attainments in ancient runes were also very high.

Xiang Xien was sure that this was what he lacked. So when he arrived at the dungeon, his pace was much lighter.

This scene fell into Professor Sineipu's eyes, but it made him inexplicably irritable.

Time passed in the owl's round trips, and when Xiang Xien walked out of the dungeon, Sir Cadogan was already guarding the dungeon entrance.

Unlike usual, he watched Xiang Xien walk out of the dungeon silently, and then angrily rode on the pony.

A rainstorm fell this afternoon.

The rainstorm rolled down along the sky outside Hogwarts, like a pile of huge gravel... just like someone shaking a tablecloth from a very high window, all the friction sounds merged together, forming noisy noise as they fell.

The rain lines falling from the sky hissed, making all the roads outside the castle fall into darkness... Lightning flashed in the sky, and the sky also shook.

Sir Cadogan ran into the dungeon in the sound of the rainstorm, he shouted:

"Don't you understand yet? You stupid guy, being used to a desperate situation is ten thousand times worse than the desperate situation itself!"

Just like that night, he rushed into the dungeon again.

"Oh—my knight. He is always willing to sacrifice himself for others."

Lady Violet didn't know what to say for a while.

"Well, Violet, I don't really think doing this is right."

The Fat Lady was a little angry, and she stomped her feet hard.

No one knew what happened in the dungeon, only that when Sir Cadogan crawled out with a bruised nose and swollen face, he showed a "well, it's worth it" look at the dungeon entrance.

Professor Sineipu's black robes moved without wind, like a roaring dark cloud surging through the corridor.

At his destination, the spacious and beautiful circular headmaster's office.

All kinds of silverware were dazzling, and beside the silverware, the blackened kettle was still bubbling.

The wizard with a long white beard—Albus Dumbledore was sitting behind his wide oak desk, his half-moon glasses slid to the middle of his nose bridge, and a pair of deep blue eyes looked over the top of the lenses, staring at the rainstorm outside the window:

"Ah—Headmistress Dilys Derwent, the tragedy and greatness of this world lies in—not giving us any truth, but there is still a lot of love.

Absurdity prevails, love saves it." ===== CHAPTER 268 =====