Harry Potter’s Strongest Senior

The glamorous middle-aged man with straight silver hair was Linda's great-aunt, Alvin Selwyn, and the man with short brown hair who confronted her was Ogadis.

As an elf, Linda with sensitive senses soon discovered that a battle had taken place here, and there was still restless magical power remaining in the surrounding air.

Yawen's green pupils locked tightly on Ogadis. After a short fight, she understood that the man in front of her was very dangerous. In her memory, it was impossible for a human wizard to achieve his magical power.

"Is the direct descendant of Selwyn only at this level now? It seems that he is not as good as the old British man a few days ago." Ogadis said.

"Who are you, how did you find the hermitage of the elves?" Yawen looked at Ogadis full of hostility.

Ogadis felt Yawen's unfriendly eyes, he sneered, "Don't you guys live here all the time? I'm afraid you'll move."

Awen's expression remained the same, but he was surprised by Ogadis' identity and background. From his words, it was not difficult to hear that he seemed to know the elves very well, especially the sentence, "a direct descendant of Selwyn."

"Who are you?" There was a trace of anger in Yawen's tone.

"The last pure-blood wizard on Earth." Ogadis said solemnly. "The elves are nothing more than that, then, goodbye."

Ogadis flew away from the sky neatly, Yawen watched his leaving figure solemnly, and some dusty memories hidden in his heart were awakened.

According to legend, the ancestor of the elves was called Selwyn. Selwyn and several fellow human wizards did something ulterior, and then lived in seclusion in the Norwegian forest. The elves have not moved their settlements for thousands of years.

According to legend, the ancestors of the human wizards were several of Selwyn's companions at that time. These are ancient anecdotes, and only groups like the elves, which are not disturbed by the outside world, can be passed down.

"Auntie!" Linda shouted into the air.

Ya Wen heard the reputation and looked over, and then flew down gracefully, she straightened the fur coat and said.

"You went to town again?"

Linda nodded embarrassingly, and then asked, "Auntie, who is that man? I feel that he has amazing and huge magic power."

Alvin remained silent and did not answer Linda's question. She herself was not sure who Ogadis was from, but she could tell from his words that he might have a close connection with the ancient wizards.

Seeing this, Linda had no choice but to change the subject, "Auntie, there are two wizards from England who want to see you, and an old wizard named Dumbledore said he is your friend."

"Dumbledore? How did he come, where did you meet him?" Alvin asked in surprise.

"Pizzeria in town, Auntie, do you know him? He seems to need help."

Linda's sensitivity to magic power is also one of the best among the elves. When she was close to Dumbledore, she keenly noticed that the magic power in Dumbledore's body was a bit chaotic, exuding a sense of incongruity.

"Let's go and meet old friends." Alwen and Linda flew towards the town.

Sean, who had been waiting from day to night, was already planning to give up in his heart at this time, and Dumbledore was calm on the surface, but he was actually wondering if Alvin refused to see him.

"professor,

You haven't come back so late, probably because you don't want to see us. said Sean.

Suddenly, Dumbledore looked out the window, and there was no one on the dark street. Sean felt something was wrong, and immediately opened his magic eyes.

There was nothing unusual about the street, but there were two bright meteors sliding down here in the night sky, magic lights.

Linda and Alvin fell from the air like two fairies, Dumbledore stood up, and seeing his reaction, Sean knew that Alvin was coming.

The brass bell on the door rang, and the two walked in. Just as the shopkeeper was about to open his mouth to say something, he saw Yawen lightly waved his wrist, a coma-like magic was released, and the shopkeeper's eyelids sank and he lay down on the bar counter.

"Long time no see, Dumbledore, you've aged a lot." Yawen said first.

Dumbledore smiled, "Awen, you are still so young and beautiful."

Sean looked at Awen. The beautiful woman in front of him looked more like an elf than Linda because of her ears.

Arwen's ears are the iconic elf pointy ears, while Linda's ears look no different from human ones.

"She looks like she is only in her thirties. She met Dumbledore thirty years ago, so it seems that she is not too young." Sean secretly said.

The age of a woman is difficult to guess, and the age of an elf woman is even more difficult to guess.

"You don't look well." Alwin saw through Dumbledore's situation at a glance.

Although Dumbledore was very quiet along the way, Sean understood how painful it would be to be eroded by other people's magic power in his body, and Dumbledore has been silently enduring it.

"A few days ago, a mysterious young man challenged me to a duel, and I lost to him. His magic power is now eroding mine," said Dumbledore.

Yawen suddenly thought of what Ogadis said. He had fought with an old British man. From this point of view, the old British man was Dumbledore.

"Is that mysterious young man called Ogadis?" Yawen asked.

Dumbledore's expression changed, "How do you know?"

"Just now, he found our hermitage. I had a short fight with him, and he was a very terrifying opponent."

Sean was even more confused about Ogadis when he heard this, "Is he seeking defeat from Dugu?"

"I have a solution for your injury, but it will take some time." Yawen said.

After entering Nicolas' castle, Hai Erbo defeated the alchemy puppet in two or three strokes. Looking at the broken alchemy puppet, Hai Erbo sneered.

"This is the only level of alchemy?"

Nicole May and his wife waited calmly for Haierpo's arrival in the top floor room, while Hof, under Nick's persuasion, had already walked out of the castle through the secret passage.

The alchemy defense in the castle didn't work for Haierbo, and he soon came to Nicolas' house.

In the room, two stooped white-haired old men were making black tea and eating snacks, enjoying the time of afternoon tea leisurely.

"Nicole May, I'm very interested in your Philosopher's Stone, handing it over can keep you alive." Haierbo said domineeringly.

"The Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed. Didn't the French Ministry of Magic issue a notice?" Nick asked, holding up his teacup.

"I remember the notice, it was still the headline of the day." The wife said.

"Really, that's a pity, but you can hand over the production method." Hai Erbo said.

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. All the information about the Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed, including the part where the memory has been deleted." Nick said.

Nick didn't think about rebelling, even though he had lived for more than six hundred years, the elixir of life could only prolong his life, nothing else.

In the past six hundred years, Nick's magic distance has not increased, and the time for picking up the wand has become less and less, and his magic level has regressed.