After a few greetings with Mr. Granger, in Hermione's reluctance to leave, Mr. Granger took her away from King's Cross Station.

Hera watched their figures disappear into the wall and breathed a sigh of relief. The time of suffering finally passed.

When they returned to school, they would not agree to Professor McGonagall escort the students again.

"You are so bold, Hera." Dumbledore hummed a little song softly, looking at himself happy, and the joking meaning in his words should not be too obvious.

The air on the platform was heavier than the frozen milk batter. Hera did not dare to look at Dumbledore, but said, "Professor Dumbledore..."

"I must write to my lovely students and prepare Christmas gifts for you." Dumbledore imitated Hera's tone just now, his voice was still as gentle as ever, but it was particularly harsh in Hera's ears.

"Professor, don't joke with me." Hera interrupted Dumbledore's words with a giggle.

Dumbledore's eyes were locked firmly on Hera's face and he looked at him deeply.

In just a moment, Hera felt as if her whole body was frozen.

"You have always been a very smart kid, there are some things you know." Dumbledore's voice was still so relaxed and calm, and there was no slight anger on his face, but Hera could clearly feel a chill emitted from him, Hera's hand clutched the wand tightly,

"I know!" Hera raised three fingers and sweared, "I will never violate the school rules."

"I know, you have always been very steadily doing things." Dumbledore turned his head slightly and looked at the steam train with black smoke coming out. It was ready to return to Hogsmeade.

"Yes, you can trust me completely. I am definitely the safest one!" Hera almost patted his chest and promised Dumbledore.

"Okay, since that's the case, Hera...then we should set off." Dumbledore ignored Hera's quibbling. He tidied up his long purple cloak and stretched his forearm deep in front of Hera.

Hera hesitated for a while, but he held back his doubts, and grabbed Dumbledore's forearm that stretched over.

"Very good," said Dumbledore, "Okay, let's go."

Hera firmly grabbed Dumbledore's arm, and the surroundings became dark, and was squeezed strongly from all directions, and could not breathe at all. His chest seemed to be tightly tied by several iron hoops.

His eyes were squeezed back into his head, his eardrums were pressed into the depths of his head, and then—

He sucked the cold air in big mouthfuls and opened his tears.

Active phantom shifts and passive phantom shifts are like a motion sickness patient driving by himself or sitting in a car driven by others.

How can you get motion sickness if you drive by yourself?

I obviously didn't react so violently when I was illusioning.

It took a few seconds before Hera came to his senses. King's Cross Station had disappeared. The place where he and Dumbledore were standing now was a vast manor. At this moment, they were standing in front of a small oval lake covered with green trees. There were no exaggerated Gothic buildings on the island.

A monument about two meters high, with a white square column base and a tulip that has been in bloom all the time, which is obviously a symbol of this manor.

In other words, the manor is full of tulip elements.

"Professor, what is this?" Hera rubbed his ears and said. He still had strong tinnitus now. Although the experience of active phantom movement also made Hera disgusted, he dared to promise that he would definitely feel much better than he is now.

"Are you okay?" Dumbledore asked, looking at him with concern, "I thought you had adapted to the phantom shift early."

"Oh, damn..." Hera cursed in a low voice, but he still pressed down quickly, "I mean, I have adapted to my own phantom movement, and I still feel a little uncomfortable being carried by others."

Dumbledore smiled, and he wrapped his cloak tightly around his neck, saying, "Go here."

He took light steps and was in a good mood, and even hummed a little song again.

"Professor, you haven't told me where this is." Hera quickly followed Dumbledore, and the English Peninsula was covered in silver in December, and his words were breathless.

"Oh, here." Dumbledore stopped with a look of nostalgia on his face, "It's one of my teachers and close friends."

"Uh..." Hera rubbed his chin. The one who could be regarded as a teacher by Dumbledore and lived in a huge manor. I think he must be a respected old man, right?

So...Dumbledore brought himself here, was he going to let himself inherit his legacy?

Happiness came too suddenly, and Hera couldn't accept it for a while.

I secretly thought to myself that I was safe and opened a new box of peppermints from my pocket and put them in my mouth to relieve my tension.

"Are you eating?" Dumbledore's eyes keenly noticed Hera's movements, and he looked at Hera with a smile. The meaning was simply not obvious.

Hera had no choice but to take out another piece of peppermint and hand it to Dumbledore, "Professor, do you want to try it too? The imported peppermints taste very good."

Dumbledore didn't say anything, but just took the mint from Hera's hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

"In fact, I am really thinking seriously when you said that you are not capable enough." Dumbledore said in a deep voice, "I have to ask my old friend for help. I believe his magical level can definitely give you a lot of guidance."

"Oh, is it the owner of the manor?" Hera asked in confusion, looking at the villa with lights on in the manor, and...

I'm not admitting my mistake, right?

That's Muggle's electric light?

"Yes, my old friend, you know him too-" Dumbledore chuckled, as if very proud, "Nicole, oh, don't be so surprised, his life is also very dull and boring. In fact, when I ask him, he is much more excited than me."

Hera nodded, and felt even more excited.

Not because I can learn magic from Nicklemay, but...

Nicolmey's wealth is as rich as a country. As long as he pleases him a little and leaks a little wealth from his fingers, he will have no worries in the rest of his life!

"Professor, is Mr. Nicklemay in good health?" Hera asked with concern.

Dumbledore pondered for a moment, his expression was neither sad nor happy, and he could not even see the fluctuations, but said lightly, "For Nick and Perenal, death is actually like a long day when you can finally go to bed and rest. Moreover, for those with a very clear mind, death is just another great adventure."
Chapter completed!