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Chapter 11 You Don't Even Call Me Uncle (Modified)
Chapter 11 You Don't Even Call Me Uncle (Modified)
Rome.
The capital of Italy, once the capital of a thousand-year-old empire.
The glory of the Roman Empire can still be seen in today's Italy, um, seen on the ruins.
Pender didn't know why he followed Dumbledore all the time, but it was obvious that he had no right to move freely at the moment, the vampire was still looking for him, and he might be attacked at any time.
Of course, these things had nothing to do with him bowing his head and vomiting.
"vomit!"
"Oh, this is a normal phenomenon. It will be fine after vomiting for a while."
Dumbledore leaned against the railing, looking like an old ruffian.
"You didn't say that Apparition will make people vomit. Ouch! It's so powerful, Ouch!"
Dumbledore looked at Pendor's miserable appearance and shook his head.
"I didn't expect you to eat so much, it was only a little while ago."
After Pan De vomited for a while, the strong dizziness and nausea gradually disappeared.
"Clean and new."
Dumbledore pointed at Pender, and cleaned up the vomit on his body, and helped him clean up the bad smell in his mouth by the way.
"Well, it looks much better."
"Let's go, our destination is underground."
……
Here is an empty underground space.
Well, underground again, why do wizards always like to build things underground?
"Because the underground space is highly operable and more hidden, it is not easy to be discovered by ordinary people."
Dumbledore seemed to see what Pendor was thinking, and explained something casually.
He walked towards the only door in this empty underground space.
He explained as he walked, "This is the place of the Augustus family. You haven't understood it yet. Every ancient family, as long as it has not completely declined, will have its own castle, and the Augustus family is no exception."
The two came to the door.
This door is ten meters high and eight meters wide. It is a very strange, but surprisingly simple bronze arch.
"Professor Dumbledore, I'm just the adopted son of Mammy, so I don't have the blood of the Augustus family, right? Can I inherit this?"
This door looked dangerous to Pender, as it revealed the aura of a god.
"Indeed, wizards, like nobles, emphasize bloodlines."
"But ancient Rome was different. They didn't care much about bloodlines at that time, and succession by adopted sons was common. So things handed down from the Augustus period naturally don't require bloodlines too much."
"If you have to emphasize it this way, as early as a thousand years ago, the Augustus family was no longer the same one. So don't worry, the Augustus family doesn't care about blood, what they need is 'orthodoxy' .”
"orthodox?"
"Yes, that is, the heir recognized by the Augustus family."
"Me?" Pan De pointed to himself, a little disbelieving, there is such a good thing?There will be no fraud, right?
"It's you. Christina is the last member of the Augustus family, and you are her adopted son, from soul to body."
Dumbledore nodded Pendor's head.
"So, you are a member of the Augustus family, and the only one who is qualified to inherit the Augustus family legacy!"
"what should I do?"
Pan De looked at the gate. To be honest, he didn't want to touch anything related to the gods. One counted as one, and the farther away the better.
"No need to do it, it's not the time for you to come here, I just take you to have a look, and let you test it by the way."
Dumbledore shrugged. As he said, this was indeed just an impromptu event, just taking something along the way.
"test?"
"You'll know when you stand in front of the door."
"Can"
"Go quickly."
Dumbledore gave Pendor a push and told him to step forward.
Pan De swallowed, Dumbledore probably wouldn't cheat himself, right? Logically speaking, he should be his nephew?
So it should be fine
Pan De stepped forward and stood at the gate.
Dumbledore stood back, suddenly showing a strange smile.
What is he laughing at - wow!
"Oh!"
Before Pan De could finish thinking, a huge pressure was released from the door, crushing him to the ground!
Lying on the ground, Pan De resisted the amazing pressure from the gate with a grim face.
"The name test of the Augustus family."
"The first level is stress and illusions of the past."
"You can get a reward if you pass it, come on."
Dumbledore moved out a chair, and while drinking tea from someone who didn't know where, he lay on the side and waited leisurely.
"professor……"
Pendor struggled to get up, but the pressure was obviously not designed for magic apprentices.
If it weren't for Pan De's physical fitness surpassing ordinary people, he would have died of internal organs bursting long ago.
To be honest, he didn't want to ask for help, but he didn't want to expose the magic pattern either.
For Dumbledore, he has to keep a hand, after all, his own origin, it really has to be a secret.
But it won't work if you don't ask for help.
He could clearly feel the increase in pressure, which was beyond his ability to bear.
There was a trace of bright red from the corner of his mouth, and his internal organs were damaged to varying degrees, and he couldn't hold on for a long time.
An attribute of 15 points is really bad...
"Professor Dumbledore"
"Help, help."
Dumbledore heard Pender's plea for help, took off his sunglasses, and said slightly dissatisfied: "Help you?"
"You don't even want to call me uncle."
The corners of Pan De's eyes twitched, did you always see something strange?
Pendor gritted his teeth and made a sound forcefully.
"Uncle...Uncle..." His voice was a little strange, because the trachea was also squeezed and deformed.
The whole body was lying on the ground, as if being pressed by a heavy machine, and kept flattening.
"Hey~" Dumbledore felt comfortable.
He didn't mean to mess with Pendor, nor was he angry that Pendor didn't call him.
This is training Pan De, and everyone who can persist under pressure for a certain period of time will be rewarded with a door.
Not only material rewards, but also the most important but invisible rewards.
Roots, or in other words, talent.
The Bronze Gate can improve the talent of the wizard, increase the potential, and make the wizard stronger.
This was one of the reasons why Dumbledore brought Pendor here.
"It's useless to shout, you have to hold on for another 10 minutes, and the pressure will disappear in 10 minutes. It will be to your benefit then, hold on, you are Dumbledore's nephew!"
Pendor was lying on the ground, he had no time to answer Dumbledore now, and he couldn't even hear Dumbledore speak.
Now, while bearing the pressure on his body, he also fell into a mental illusion, and was forced to recall the past that he was least willing to recall.
(End of this chapter)
Rome.
The capital of Italy, once the capital of a thousand-year-old empire.
The glory of the Roman Empire can still be seen in today's Italy, um, seen on the ruins.
Pender didn't know why he followed Dumbledore all the time, but it was obvious that he had no right to move freely at the moment, the vampire was still looking for him, and he might be attacked at any time.
Of course, these things had nothing to do with him bowing his head and vomiting.
"vomit!"
"Oh, this is a normal phenomenon. It will be fine after vomiting for a while."
Dumbledore leaned against the railing, looking like an old ruffian.
"You didn't say that Apparition will make people vomit. Ouch! It's so powerful, Ouch!"
Dumbledore looked at Pendor's miserable appearance and shook his head.
"I didn't expect you to eat so much, it was only a little while ago."
After Pan De vomited for a while, the strong dizziness and nausea gradually disappeared.
"Clean and new."
Dumbledore pointed at Pender, and cleaned up the vomit on his body, and helped him clean up the bad smell in his mouth by the way.
"Well, it looks much better."
"Let's go, our destination is underground."
……
Here is an empty underground space.
Well, underground again, why do wizards always like to build things underground?
"Because the underground space is highly operable and more hidden, it is not easy to be discovered by ordinary people."
Dumbledore seemed to see what Pendor was thinking, and explained something casually.
He walked towards the only door in this empty underground space.
He explained as he walked, "This is the place of the Augustus family. You haven't understood it yet. Every ancient family, as long as it has not completely declined, will have its own castle, and the Augustus family is no exception."
The two came to the door.
This door is ten meters high and eight meters wide. It is a very strange, but surprisingly simple bronze arch.
"Professor Dumbledore, I'm just the adopted son of Mammy, so I don't have the blood of the Augustus family, right? Can I inherit this?"
This door looked dangerous to Pender, as it revealed the aura of a god.
"Indeed, wizards, like nobles, emphasize bloodlines."
"But ancient Rome was different. They didn't care much about bloodlines at that time, and succession by adopted sons was common. So things handed down from the Augustus period naturally don't require bloodlines too much."
"If you have to emphasize it this way, as early as a thousand years ago, the Augustus family was no longer the same one. So don't worry, the Augustus family doesn't care about blood, what they need is 'orthodoxy' .”
"orthodox?"
"Yes, that is, the heir recognized by the Augustus family."
"Me?" Pan De pointed to himself, a little disbelieving, there is such a good thing?There will be no fraud, right?
"It's you. Christina is the last member of the Augustus family, and you are her adopted son, from soul to body."
Dumbledore nodded Pendor's head.
"So, you are a member of the Augustus family, and the only one who is qualified to inherit the Augustus family legacy!"
"what should I do?"
Pan De looked at the gate. To be honest, he didn't want to touch anything related to the gods. One counted as one, and the farther away the better.
"No need to do it, it's not the time for you to come here, I just take you to have a look, and let you test it by the way."
Dumbledore shrugged. As he said, this was indeed just an impromptu event, just taking something along the way.
"test?"
"You'll know when you stand in front of the door."
"Can"
"Go quickly."
Dumbledore gave Pendor a push and told him to step forward.
Pan De swallowed, Dumbledore probably wouldn't cheat himself, right? Logically speaking, he should be his nephew?
So it should be fine
Pan De stepped forward and stood at the gate.
Dumbledore stood back, suddenly showing a strange smile.
What is he laughing at - wow!
"Oh!"
Before Pan De could finish thinking, a huge pressure was released from the door, crushing him to the ground!
Lying on the ground, Pan De resisted the amazing pressure from the gate with a grim face.
"The name test of the Augustus family."
"The first level is stress and illusions of the past."
"You can get a reward if you pass it, come on."
Dumbledore moved out a chair, and while drinking tea from someone who didn't know where, he lay on the side and waited leisurely.
"professor……"
Pendor struggled to get up, but the pressure was obviously not designed for magic apprentices.
If it weren't for Pan De's physical fitness surpassing ordinary people, he would have died of internal organs bursting long ago.
To be honest, he didn't want to ask for help, but he didn't want to expose the magic pattern either.
For Dumbledore, he has to keep a hand, after all, his own origin, it really has to be a secret.
But it won't work if you don't ask for help.
He could clearly feel the increase in pressure, which was beyond his ability to bear.
There was a trace of bright red from the corner of his mouth, and his internal organs were damaged to varying degrees, and he couldn't hold on for a long time.
An attribute of 15 points is really bad...
"Professor Dumbledore"
"Help, help."
Dumbledore heard Pender's plea for help, took off his sunglasses, and said slightly dissatisfied: "Help you?"
"You don't even want to call me uncle."
The corners of Pan De's eyes twitched, did you always see something strange?
Pendor gritted his teeth and made a sound forcefully.
"Uncle...Uncle..." His voice was a little strange, because the trachea was also squeezed and deformed.
The whole body was lying on the ground, as if being pressed by a heavy machine, and kept flattening.
"Hey~" Dumbledore felt comfortable.
He didn't mean to mess with Pendor, nor was he angry that Pendor didn't call him.
This is training Pan De, and everyone who can persist under pressure for a certain period of time will be rewarded with a door.
Not only material rewards, but also the most important but invisible rewards.
Roots, or in other words, talent.
The Bronze Gate can improve the talent of the wizard, increase the potential, and make the wizard stronger.
This was one of the reasons why Dumbledore brought Pendor here.
"It's useless to shout, you have to hold on for another 10 minutes, and the pressure will disappear in 10 minutes. It will be to your benefit then, hold on, you are Dumbledore's nephew!"
Pendor was lying on the ground, he had no time to answer Dumbledore now, and he couldn't even hear Dumbledore speak.
Now, while bearing the pressure on his body, he also fell into a mental illusion, and was forced to recall the past that he was least willing to recall.
(End of this chapter)
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