The swaying fireworks illuminated an old face. Under the long eyebrows, the chaotic eyes reflected the activity of the fireworks. The snow-white beard was like cheese on ice cream. I looked... I really wanted to go over and grab it.

"Listen to the sound, the old man's face is white, his eyes are chaotic and unsightly. Master Dumbledore, if you retire early, you may be able to enjoy ten years of health." Dismusk put down a book of "History of Magic" in his hand and stared at the person in front of him.

"I am old, and my future belongs to young people." Albus didn't care. He put the lantern in his hand aside, sat at the desk, picked up Dismusk at will and put down the book, and said casually, "When I was young, I also read this book. The hundreds of pages of magic history is the most interesting part of the "Holy Grail".

Holy Grail? Holy Grail! Someone actually knows the purpose of his trip.

Hearing this, Dismusk narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were bright and deep, and he looked at the idly old man again. In the brightly lit library, only this giant that supported Hogwarts' sky was left in his eyes.

"I have a story, do you want to listen to it?" Abusi put down the book, picked up the lamp under his feet, stood up slowly, and walked backwards. The sound of vicissitudes sounded from the library again. He was confident that the fish would take the bait.

Dismusk looked at the old man's back and curled his lips. Do people like to play puzzles when they are old? Then he took the trick, stood up with his body, walked forward with big strides, and walked side by side with Dumbledore in a few breaths.

"The magic defense class teacher Girod likes the stories told by the old principal." Dismusk threw out an olive branch, which means that his identity is the teacher of the black magic defense class in the Magic Academy.

Albus nodded, and his upright figure seemed to relax a lot.

The two went up to the eighth floor, where the Gryffindor Common Room and the principal's office were located.

Dumbledore walked to the principal's office, but he didn't expect that Minerva McGonagall, the dean of Gryffindor College, had been waiting in the office for a long time.

"I didn't expect Professor McGonagall to sleep tonight," quipped Dismusk behind him.

"Good evening! Professor Lohart." Minerva greeted her kindly, and then replied, "I will feel at ease to return to my residence when the children are asleep."

"You are such a competent teacher." Dismusk nodded.

Albus nodded at Minerva, who understood and slowly withdrew from the principal's office.

"Are you worried about me, Albus?" Dismusk followed Albus into the office, casually looked for a chair, sat opposite the desk, and said to the old principal in front of the desk.

"Meg is worried about me, you're over-concerned." Albus sat on the chair, tugging his hands in the drawer under the table for a long time, and took out a book full of dusty parchment.

He gently wiped it with his wide sleeves, and then put it in front of Dismusk after he felt it was clean, and he said, "The stories in the library have been modified, and this book is real and verified for the "Holy Grail" record."

Although he was very hot in his heart when he looked at the books in front of him, the surrounding environment and even the changes in his heart were all within the control of the other party. Dismusk felt very uncomfortable, so he did not move and just asked, "How did you know the purpose of my trip."

"Oh..." Albus sighed softly and replied cleverly, "One night, your two servants ate five unicorns, two wild eagle-headed horses, and a deer. Although the magic school is lonely, for the Ministry of Magic, which dominates the "Holy Grail War", it is still possible to pass on some news."

The old man's words were ambiguous. One was the "Holy Grail War". He knew, and the other two vampires in the woods also knew.

Dismusk was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but be shocked. It was not the "Holy Grail" incident, but the trip to North America. He used the Eight Masters to gather the Three Heavenly Kings and their black party elites to raid the vampires Volturi and Karen family, and did not mobilize any power in the holy realm. He just wanted to strengthen his private armed forces. He did not expect that even the old man from the British Islands on the mainland knew about it. Or he learned some rumor.

Dismusk picked up the parchment scroll in front of him and flipped it up. Not only were there words on the scroll, but there were even pictures of explanations.

After a long time, Dismusk looked up at the old man in front of him and said, "The Holy Grail originated from the Nordic God King Odin, the cup used to carry the spring water of wisdom."

"I have read the information and there is also a legend of the Holy Grail in Christianity."

"But you finally came to the magic world, which means you already knew the answer when you were looking for the answer." Albus said, looking directly at the questioning gaze cast by Dismusk.

"I need a reasonable explanation more." Dismusk said suddenly and toughly. He really doesn't like the old man's mobile phone communication. Although smart people are easy to communicate, they can often guess people's hearts during the communication process, which is a taboo.

"The three families of the Yusan can carry out the "Holy Grail War" with the acquiesced approval of the Ministry of Magic, so how could the Ministry of Magic not understand the meaning of the Holy Grail?" Abusi replied without hesitation.

"Since you know the concept of "Holy Grail", why do you still acquiesce to the behavior of the three families? Is the power of the three families greater than the Ministry of Magic?" Dismusk looked disbelief. How could the Holy Grail, known as the "universal wishing machine", lack attraction to power departments like the Ministry of Magic?

Albus replied, "How can humans crack God's things so easily? So some predecessors are needed to promote future development."

Look, this is what a learned person says, and even a victim can be said to be a predecessor with righteousness.

This rash look of Daoan has always been the appearance of Dismusk pursuing the secret of the black party.

"If someone is made into a "little Holy Grail" and summoned a big "Holy Grail", how can I get that person out of control of the Holy Grail?" Dismusk frowned. This time he did not hide his ultimate goal. I think the old man who knows so much about the "Holy Grail War" must also know his past, his purpose, and even who he is, where he comes from. I think the glorious history of the twelve palaces of the Holy Land is not something that the principal of a magic school can easily look up to.

"Does that person still retain human nature?" Albusi's expression narrowed, but the corners of his mouth curled slightly for a moment, and then he returned to normal.

"Unsure." Thinking of Alice Fill who turned into the Holy Grail, Dismusk shook his head and said.

Albus continued, "Are people still alive?"

"Can a person be resurrected when he dies?" Dismusk asked suddenly.

Albusi frowned, his old faces squeezed together. He answered surely, "No."

Dismusk suddenly stretched out his hand, spread his five fingers, and gently grabbed the quiet Fox on the brazier. An inexplicable force suddenly compressed into the space, arousing the red flame on the phoenix's body. The fireworks flashed like a meteor and turned into ashes. The brazier was extinguished in an instant.

Dismusk looked at Albus as if nothing had happened. Albus didn't care about the other person's behavior, and looked directly at the other person without showing any weakness, as if he read the inner world through the window of his mind.

After a while, fireworks appeared in the brazier, and the phoenix roared, and the fire grew up against the rock, and the fire was prosperous.

This not only demonstrates force, but also gives the other party an answer.

"If even "human nature" is swallowed by the other party, then what's the difference between it and death?" Abusi thought of this. He understood the other party's behavior and also knew the other party's determination. Some words were swallowed back when he came to his mouth. He thought for a moment before answering softly, "Have you heard of the Horcrux?"

Dismusk shook his head silently.

Albus slowly explained, "I once had a student named Tom Riddle who sealed his soul in his diary. To a certain extent, the "Holy Grail" also has the same function. If you want to escape from the control of the "Holy Grail", it is equivalent to escape from the sustenance of the Horcrux."
Chapter completed!