It was a god-taking idea. Most of the people present had seen Harry Potter. Even if they didn't, they had temporary attacks and mischiefs due to a lot of incidents such as the wizard and the dragon.

And in this, Mike immediately recognized Dumbledore's movement.

During this period, Dumbledore liked to use the idea of ​​taking God to talk to people.

After Brian and Stan cooperated back and forth, Mike, who had been following Brian for the longest time, obviously realized Brian's thoughts and plans, but if Dumbledore was entangled, their simple language trap would soon be discovered, so Mike asked immediately.

"What are the dangers of extracting people's memories?"

"...No danger." Dumbledore was still very honest. Even if these people couldn't understand why his personality was so bad, Dumbledore's essence would not change, and he rarely used dangerous spells.

"Then I'll do it," Mike said.

His attitude was very firm, and he looked completely indifferent, "Look at my memory."

Brian and others didn't say a word to stop it because it was planned by Brian. He had planned to do it for a long time, and Mike would indeed not be in any danger. As for Larry, even if he wanted to stop it, no one would listen to him.

On the contrary, Dumbledore was not as determined as it was at the beginning, "Why?" he asked.

"You will know why after reading my memory," Mike said. "The answers to all questions are in there."

Dumbledore stopped talking immediately. Muggles are Muggles after all. After all, Muggles are different from wizards. Even Dumbledore will not put Muggles and wizards on the same level.

He pulled out an exquisite magic wand, waved it gently, and immediately a silver ribbon flowed out of Mike's temple, slowly floating in the air, and drifted into Dumbledore's head along the guide of the magic wand.

As the silver light belt entered, Dumbledore closed his eyes and digested these memories.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Brian quietly poked Mike who was still stunned, and then asked, "Hey, silly, do you remember what my name is?"

"You're Brian." Mike rolled his eyes, too lazy to deal with this idiot.

Brian curled his lips boredly, and at this time, Dumbledore had digested Mike's memory. The memory he had withdrawn was not very long, it could be said to be very short, about the last five to ten days.

"So... I wasn't sealed in the statue by magic, I was a statue myself." Dumbledore asked in a low voice after pondering for a while.

"Yes." Brian looked at Dumbledore nervously. The most dangerous place was here, because he didn't know what Dumbledore would react.

"No wonder she looks wrong." Dumbledore pointed at the Statue of Liberty that was destroying New York. "So she doesn't belong here either."

Brian breathed a sigh of relief, this was the best situation. Dumbledore deserved to be Dumbledore, and he quickly accepted all this after learning the truth. This seemed to be the same reaction of all the statues after being resurrected by the stone slab.

"But why should I help you stop him? We are wizards, and you are Muggles, and he is my kind." Dumbledore said calmly.

"Protecting Muggles and cleaning Muggles' memories, this should be from the Ministry of Magic, right? Oh... there is no Ministry of Magic in your world, we are the only two wizards." Dumbledore added.

Whether it was Dumbledore in his youth or Dumbledore in his old age, no matter his personality, Dumbledore's intelligence did not decrease at all.

He is good at using people's hearts, and of course he is good at grasping people's hearts.

"You are right," said Brian. "I stand in front of a wizard, and I'm not sure I'm hiding your magic, but I believe you know why you do this."

nzt does not represent just sweet words, it can make the most correct choice at the most correct moment, and Brian did not deceive in the face of Dumbledore.

He just looked at the young version of Dumbledore calmly. His personality seemed a bit bad, but he still had a kind Dumbledore in his heart.

"Silly Muggle." Dumbledore shook his head again and cursed in a low voice.

And when he raised his head again after a while, he had already changed into a calm expression, "I need a helper." He raised his chin and said...

It is said that it is handsome for only three seconds. Not long after Yi Xiao turned his head to avoid the row of ice cones, he began to feel his whole left face becoming numb. This numbness evolved from the initial wooden moment to the itchy and numb pain.

Yi Xiao subconsciously reached out and touched it, and then he felt as if something had fallen down. When he spread it out, he saw that it was not only full of blood in his hands, but also his vague flesh stuck to it.

"Damn..." Yi Xiao cursed inwardly, and even his tone became a little strange.

The next moment, his eyes suddenly lost light, and his whole left eye turned black.

A faint magic luster appeared in his hand, and a vague shadow floated in the air in front of Yi Xiao. It was his mirror-like reflection in the air. He squinted his remaining right eye. With the faint luster of the shadow, Yi Xiao quickly saw clearly his current appearance.

His entire left face had completely become bloody and bloody, and his eyes had already fallen off his eye sockets, like a rotten mummy, and even the severe bones were exposed. But what's even more strange was that Yi Xiao didn't feel much pain.

But as the temperature rose, he quickly felt the severe pain coming from his left face.

"It's frostbite, and the extreme low temperature caused by magic..." Yi Xiao quickly judged his injury.

He lowered his head and immediately found that the crown on the right side of the Statue of Liberty, the back of the head and back of the back were all attacked by cold. A thin layer of ice crystals attached to it, and the cold condensed places even the movement of the Statue of Liberty became extremely difficult.

It's just a row of ice ridges, but its power is so terrifying.

Not only did the air conditioner freeze half of Yi Xiao's face, but the cold that spreads directly freezes most of the body of the Statue of Liberty.

But Yi Xiao knew that now is not the time to compare who is greater and less powerful than his magic. If he does not treat his injuries as soon as possible, once the pain explodes, the biting pain will directly swallow Yi Xiao's reason and nerves, and even deprive him of his movements.

You know, the pain of losing half of your face is simply unbearable for ordinary people.

Without hesitation, the first thing Yi Xiao did when he sat was to use the spell to temporarily isolate his pain, and then take out a black crystal bottle from his arms, and the slutty light did not reflect any brightness.

He twisted the bottle and poured the liquid inside on his face and neck. Immediately, the pieces of meat that were corroded and felled by frostbite grew wildly again. The meat was connected to the flesh, and the blood vessels were connected to the blood vessels, as if they had just melted by sulfuric acid, which seemed extremely terrifying.

But this horror situation quickly disappeared because the lost flesh and blood were recovering from the naked eye.

Yi Xiao frowned, obviously feeling uncomfortable because of the crazy recovery of flesh and blood. Thanks to this frostbite, the severe pain did not deprive Yi Xiao of his reason at the first time, giving him enough time to treat himself, otherwise the trouble caused by this injury to Yi Xiao would not be so lightly.

The effect of the potion was immediately effective. During the three breaths, Yi Xiao's face returned to its original state, but his left eye was still missing, as empty as a black hole.

This potion can generate bones and muscles, but it cannot directly grow organs such as delicate eyes.

Fortunately, Yi Xiao’s most lacking is logistics preparation. He took out an eyeball-like plant again, threw it into his mouth, and then chewed it, the juice splashed, and Yi Xiao’s empty eyes also became blurred.

It was like a ball flying inside, expanding instantly like inflating.

The ball became bigger and bigger, and finally evolved into an eyeball that occupied Yi Xiao's eye sockets. The white whites of the eyes were not at all black. However, as Yi Xiao stopped chewing, his eyeball also turned upwards, and after turning a circle, it exposed the pupils hidden behind it.

Yi Xiao always has some good potions and preparations in his hands, which are used at this time. Of course, such injuries can also be achieved using Yi Xiao's newly obtained silver tongue and other abilities, but this requires slow experiments.

He now has no time to slowly study how to use the silver tongue to recover from his injuries, and Yi Xiao is not bored to treat himself as an experimental subject.

These potions were originally used in emergency situations, but now this situation is really urgent, and Yi Xiao did not hesitate at all.

At this point, Yi Xiao's injuries had completely recovered, but he did not dare to underestimate the strange wizard who suddenly made a sound. Although the other party had the advantage of sneak attack and unexpected surprise, he could not deny the power of his magic.

"Who are you?" Yi Xiao stood on the shoulder of the Statue of Liberty, controlling her to shake off the ice, turned one direction, carefully protected herself, and then asked in a low voice.

The voice paused for a moment, and seemed to be left speechless by Yi Xiao's decisiveness and the changes in the presence.

After a while, the other party continued, "My name is Albus Dumbledore."

With his answer, loud noises suddenly came from the building group not far below the Statue of Liberty. Yi Xiao immediately captured the other person's figure, a sphinx running in the middle of the car, and was running with it, as if it was blowing, and it became bigger in the wind.

Almost not long after the speech fell, it became nearly the same size as the Statue of Liberty.

"Damn..." Yi Xiao cursed again. This was his second time. Looking at the figure of a black dot on the Sphinx, but with a familiar shape, Yi Xiao seemed to suddenly think of something.

"It seems like there was an osp1ay comic exhibition nearby." He suddenly realized...

"So... is this the helper you asked me for?" Looking at the Sphinx, which was only the size of a palm, Dumbledore looked at Brian with an inexplicable look, as if he had been planted with a death curse.

Brian shrugged, "That's right." He said, "This thing is quite powerful. It should be much better than the Statue of Liberty in terms of historical background and combat effectiveness."

"I don't know what the statues you mentioned are, but the gap between them is already very obvious. Are you really an idiot?"

"Of course not." Brian said, "Isn't the magic of a wizard that makes objects bigger? This is the most common thing in magic."

"Yes," Dumbledore said, "but are you sure... can that guy turn something equally big into a living thing?"

As he said that, he pointed to Lai Rui, who looked idle, looking at him.

It’s not that the people present don’t believe Larry, but Larry’s performance has shown that his abilities are limited and he may still be able to grow through exercise, but it is obviously not possible at this time.

"This is not a problem." But Brian obviously had a solution, "You can make Larry turn the small thing into a living thing first, and then you can make it bigger."

"The question now is...can you do it?" Brian threw the problem back to Dumbledore.

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore's handsome brow frowned slightly, "Is it a living creature?"

"It's just a stone sculpture." Brian was a little strange, shrugging without knowing the so-called "shrug".

"No, I mean... it was like me, once a living creature, before it became a stone sculpture."

"You are also a stone sculpture," Brian added, but he had understood what Dumbledore meant, "and it was just a stone sculpture, its essence was."

"This guy was built in front of a huge tomb, perhaps guarding, right in Egypt, you are a wizard, don't you understand Egypt?"

"I remember...I haven't had time to go to Egypt yet," Dumbledore said.

Brian frowned slightly, Dumbledore's thinking seemed to be a little confused, just like the statues that Larry had seen that had just woken up, and there was this period of chaos.

Just now, he and Stan just responded and wanted to lead to the next thing, but unexpectedly, they told the truth in one sentence.

Statues do not have memories. They only have the scenes and memories they see after becoming statues, and after they are placed around, moving the storage places.

But Dumbledore now feels that he remembers something.

Oh my God.

Brian suddenly felt that he should consider how the war between the two wizards would end.

Because there is no place in the entire thing that can be controlled.

The effect of nzt is about to pass, not only his, but also Stan's, and Bryan's Nzt effect is gone, because he has taken immune agents and just take another pill.

But if Stan's medicine is over, it means that he can no longer use his story control skills and write the story he wants as he pleases.

Stan's ability is unable to be used, and many things are not only impossible to solve quickly, but also become completely unsolvable.

What is needed now is not just that Dumbledore can prevent the Statue of Liberty from continuing to destroy New York, but more importantly, Stan will find a solution to all this in front of him for the rest of the time.
Chapter completed!