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Chapter 220 Crazy old Carrow 【For subscription, ask for monthly flower ticket】

"Sorry, Amber, I'll be lazy if Fox steals when we go out."

A steady voice suddenly exploded in the ears of the three of them.

And in a place that no one could see, a white-bearded old man wearing a strange purple clothes slowly revealed his figure.

"Deng... Dumbledore?"

The moment Dumbledore appeared, except for Amber, the other two were dumbfounded.

No one thought that this ambush would actually lead to such a great god.

But this great god has enough reasons and excuses to keep them all here.

Seeing Dumbledore appear, the councilor fell into an ice cave.

He couldn't imagine how much Dumbledore heard from the conversation just now, but as long as Dumbledore held onto the fact that he was here, it would be enough to attack the Council of Elders.

After all, in the "Great Wizarding Agreement" signed between Dumbledore "723" and the Presbyterian Council, the first one of them was that the Presbyterian Council members could not interfere in anything at Hogwarts.

Sure enough, the moment Dumbledore appeared, the calm eyes under the semi-circular glasses stared straight at the congressman's face.

Those eyes seemed to be able to see through the heart.

Although Dumbledore didn't cast any magic, the congressman, who was forced by just his eyes, was dripping with sweat and at a loss.

Fortunately, Dumbledore looked at him for a while, then took the initiative to look away, turned his head and said to Amber.

"Amber, the magic circle here is very interesting, it seems that your state is not good?"

After speaking, Dumbledore seemed to return to his old childlike appearance, blinking slightly at Amber, and said eagerly:

"Do you need me to help you? With this magic circle, after I leave later, Mr. Carrow will probably be very willing to see this scene.

"Don't bother, Professor.

Amber suddenly full of black lines.

The old bee does not want to pit himself all the time, just kidding, how can Dumbledore's help be so easy to get?

Amber can be sure that as long as he accepts Dumbledore's help now, then it is estimated that tomorrow, he will once again become the most miserable wage earner.

The promise to Dumbledore to solve the school's troubles made Amber very passive.

Watching the students' aroused emotions gradually calm down, but unable to take the next action, has already made Amber cry out a pity.

If you do some dirty things for Dumbledore again, the ghost will know whether it will have any impact on his great cause.

Therefore, Amber also had a dark face and simply rejected Dumbledore's proposal.

"Professor, you better hurry up and do things, this presbyterian councillor is about to pee his pants because of you.

"You'd better do things beautifully, and you can do this every year, and you won't be able to learn this.

Dumbledore automatically ignored Amber's complaint and turned to the councillor without noticing.

Without seeing any movement, Fox's figure instantly appeared in the air, and the fiery flame swept through a streamer, suddenly wrapping Dumbledore and the Senator, turning around and disappearing.

Amber didn't care about Dumbledore's mysterious gesture.

The old bee had so many secrets to die for, the ghost knew what his congressman was going to talk about.

Maybe there are some things that the so-called member of the Central Council can't intervene, and he has to go back and invite the old immortal from the Presbytery before he can discuss with Dumbledore in detail.

Some things, ask Amber to listen to Amber is not willing to listen.

Listening is the responsibility, and with Dumbledore's character, give him a little sweetness and he can put everything on Amber.

Seeing that your hands and feet are weak and tired, he calls it exercise and trust in the back.

It's enough to do this kind of humiliation once, and Amber is determined not to be the second.

Watching Dumbledore and the councilor disappear, on this barren mountain, only Amber and old Carrow were left again.

Seeing Dumbledore disappear, the old Carrow, who had not dared to let out the air before, finally stood up straight again.

With those fierce and vicious eyes, he stared at Amber not far away, his eyes flickering fiercely, and he didn't know what he was planning.

Old Carrow doesn't trust anyone now.

The helper of the Presbyterian Church, whom he had paid a lot of money to invite, unexpectedly wooed Amber in front of him.

Old Carrow couldn't imagine what kind of ending he would be greeted by once Amber really agreed to join the Presbyterian Church at that time.

Now that Dumbledore is here, it's a good thing, and he finally took away the uncle who was next to him, and he couldn't provoke him.

And Amber, still standing in the magic circle, still can't mobilize the magic power.

But being able to use the wand yourself is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Thinking of this, old Carrow shook his hands and drew a crooked wand from behind.

As you can see, old Carrow hasn't fought in a long time.

His movements were slow and clumsy, but the malice was obvious.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A flash of green light flashed, but Amber lightly avoided it.

Amber looked up at old Carrow subconsciously, as if he couldn't believe it, and now he still dares to do something to himself.

"Hey hey, Cadmus, don't think I'll give up like this. 99

Seeing Amber dodging his own death curse, old Carrow grinned.

"You can avoid one spell, but you can't avoid two or three."

"As long as you're in this barren mountain, you're just a little devil who can't use magic."5

Having said that, old Carrow laughed again, raised his hand and fired another spell.

This time, though, the deliberate shot hit Amber's feet, provoking a pile of rubble that bounced into his leg.

"Hehehe, despair, fear, Cadmus! I've been waiting for this day for almost a hundred years!"

Old Carrow was trembling all over at this moment, he looked at Amber with empty hands, like looking at a lamb to be slaughtered 2.0.

The long-cherished wish of the Carrow family for hundreds of years will be fulfilled in his hands today.

Both of his sons died at the hands of Cadmus, and Amber must not be allowed to die so easily in front of him.

While thinking about this, the magic spell in old Carrow's hand kept shooting out.

He was silent in the sadistic pleasure of a cat playing a mouse, but he didn't notice Amber's strange eyes at all.

"This old guy...is a fool?"

Looking at the old Carrow not far away, looking at the magic spells that were constantly flying in the air, just like the old Carrow, Amber sighed.

"I never said that I had no means of attack other than a wand.

With that said, Amber touched the ring.

A strange eyeball with dry nerves appeared in Amber's hand.