Story of Longevity

Xing Ke Xiao Mi couldn't sleep for a while, after all, it was still broad daylight.

They all say daydreaming, daydreaming. But sometimes novel ideas and creativity appear through dreaming, it's just to see if the dreamer can realize it in reality.

Professor McGonagall’s ancestors knew everything they wanted to know limitedly through prophecy. What an insightful idea is this? Although it is not without cost, and the information known is very limited.

But they are undoubtedly the typical daydreams that have come true.

Now Xingke has produced a brilliant idea through daydreaming.

If there is more than one in the world, then the possibility of only two is very slim. According to the theory of parallel worlds and multiverses, the world is bound to have countless possibilities.

After Xingke himself left the original universe, he fell into this world by accident, which was uncontrollable randomness.

Because there was no direction information at the beginning, outside the world without a map, star carvings can only float casually.

But if the prophecy curse can point itself in the direction?

For example, use prophecy to name a human world dominated by technology? Or a more detailed parallel to the Earth’s parent planet?

Couldn't you be able to travel through the world of cartoons and movies like in previous novels? If it succeeds.

Haha, Sister Pao, Yuanshen, Homura, Sister Qiong, Sister Qi, I'm coming! !

"Slap!~"

Because there was really no way to imagine and endure the ugly expression on his face now, Xingke slapped himself severely.

The boss is not a villain, and he cares about Yin's underage sisters who are only sixteen years old at most. They are really hopeless.

If this expression is seen by others, it must be said first.

Bone to pieces, heart-drilling curse, Avada So, use it with your weapon.

Withdrawing from my pitiful and sad delusion, I discovered the difficulty of a certain parallel universe. What exactly should I use as a beacon to that extent? Novels and bd discs? Is it possible to write novels by yourself if there is no such work in this world?

Probably not?

In this way, without realizing it, Xingke didn't realize that he had set up two incredible fiags. Another one will be realized immediately.

Feeling the darker and darker star carvings breaking away from thinking, only then discovered that Professor McGonagall didn't know when he stood by his side and looked at himself caringly.

"Guise, is it okay for you? Why did I suddenly slap myself when I saw your strange expression when I walked in the door?"

Seeing Xingqi finally came back to his senses, and never dared to bother Xingqi, Professor McGonagall, who was afraid of something wrong, quickly asked.

That's it, my first name. This was the first thought when I learned that the professor had been there so early.

"Are you tired from reading these days? Or are you under the curse of old books? You need to rest your children."

Professor McGonagall cares not like cheating.

Xingke pretended not to stand up and stretched. Laughed:

"Thank you Professor, I'm fine, but maybe I'm too tired. Okay, I'm going to rest."

"That's good. Hurry up. Do you need dinner?"

He lowered his body and picked up the wand leaning aside, Xingke replied:

"It's really okay, Professor, I just... fell asleep"

Because of the sudden attack, the professor fell asleep instantly without any resistance.

You still trust your student too much. It's okay to let him stay at home alone, or approach it unpreparedly.

Sorry professor, I am not a good boy.

Support the sleeping professor and use magic to quietly transport it to the professor's room on the right outside the door.

He placed the professor on the bed and said:

"Forgive me, this is also for my image in your mind."

After that, Xingke began to use magic to solve everything.

"Forgetting is empty" erased all the memories of the professor since returning to the house.

The "memory preparation" made up the memory that the professor was very tired, so he greeted himself after returning, and started to rest without changing his clothes.

"Requiem" sleep, professor, I wish you a sweet dream.

After leaving the room and closing the door by the way, Xingke breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, he made a move. When he thought that his expression was almost exposed to other people except himself, Xing Ke was flushed for a while.

Although I am very sorry to Professor McGonagall, everything is worth it. Compared to hurting the professor, who is actually very concerned about the students, the teacher, who is actually very worried about the students, is still a little better for the professor and himself without this memory.

...Isn't it?

...Yes?

...It must be so.

Go back to the library and collect the books on the table. Although there is still time today, Xing Mo is not in the mood to do any more research when something like this happens.

I've been here for more than a week, and I've disturbed Professor McGonagall for long enough. In order to take care of myself, Professor McGonagall has also delayed a lot of things.

It's time to leave.

The useful information has been studied almost, and the rest can be completed by yourself, at most, it will take a little longer.

This kind of thing happened again today, and I can't disturb the professor anymore.

Xingke, who had decided to leave tomorrow, returned to his room and packed up his luggage.

Xingqi has successively brought in many things this week. But it must be packed now.

Wait until tomorrow morning to make your own breakfast to say goodbye to the professor.

……………………

Xingke got up early the next day, busy in the kitchen, with the help of spells, everything became handy.

Did not take the risk to make food that the professor had not touched before, and did not show off his unique cooking skills. What if it doesn’t match the professor’s taste?

Just made simple egg biscuits, fried sausages and other Hornheim breakfast.

After the professor came down, he was surprised. Sorry for taking a rest early last night.

However, in order not to involve too much of the fabricated memory, Xingke quickly stated that he would leave today, thanking Professor McGonagall for his hospitality and other changes in the topic.

Finally, the professor said that the breakfast was very appetizing, and Star Carved went out smoothly.

All goes well, the plan works.

……………………

Back at his door, the one who came out to pick him up was the housekeeper's grandfather, the loyal father of the father.

When Xingqi entered the door to put down his luggage, the first sentence of this person was:

"Master, after the master tells you to come back, go to his study as soon as possible, and talk about important things."

"Huh? Got it. I'm going now."

Xing Ke was puzzled, can the old man not be ashamed to ask him what else to do?

However, after pushing open the door of the study room, he saw that his father, Sherlock Cavendish, who had always been an old and sloppy face, had only a trace of seriousness on his face now. Xingke immediately realized that something might really be happening.

Before Xing Mo sat down and asked, Sherlock spoke first.

"Guise, I heard Professor Dumbledore say that you turned into a huge dragon by illusion in Hohenheim that day~www.ltnovel.com~ right?"

"Yes, that's right." Xingke felt that things were not good.

"Is it really an illusion? Isn't it... Animagus?"

Sherlock's expression became more serious.

"..."

As Star Carved was thinking about how to answer, Sherlock spoke again.

"Oh...forget it, Guise, it doesn't matter anymore. Someone wants to see you, it's a great...big man."

"Who? Can you be called a big shot?"

Since having his son as a backing, Sherlock has not even been the Minister of Magic.

"If you are someone who surpassed Dumbledore to become the strongest wizard of our time, then they are left over from the vastness of the previous generation who defeated time. They have become non-human magicians, the administrator of the Dragon Kingdom, and the song of a hundred flowers. --Lindel."