I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

Dumbledore grabbed the Horcrux from the table and put it in his sleeve. Then, with a solemn expression, he looked at the faint mist drifting in front of him. He reached out and grabbed a handful, and saw a thin layer of white frost on his fingertips.

"It feels like winter has arrived."

"Dumbledore said in a low voice, each word as if striking a heavy block of ice," he said.

He waved his wand, and a cluster of warm golden flames leaped out, swirling around him and Snape. Fawkes, standing by the window, shook his feathers and flew to Dumbledore's left shoulder.

Then, a warm, bright silver light emanated from his right shoulder, and a silver phoenix, even larger than Fox's ethereal form, appeared on his right shoulder.

"Expecto Patronum."

On the other side, with Dumbledore's help, Snape also took the opportunity to wave his wand, and a silver doe leaped out of the air, nimbly ran around him once, and finally stopped beside him.

The Patronus Charm, also known as the Guardian Charm, is one of the oldest and most powerful spells in the wizarding world. Most wizards are unable to cast the Patronus Charm, which is seen as a symbol of possessing extraordinary magical power.

Among the wizards who can cast the Guardian Charm, the vast majority can only release an intangible, silvery-white mist. This is naturally not a complete Guardian Charm and can only provide a rather limited protection.

Albus Dumbledore's Patronus is a phoenix, while Severus Snape's Patronus, because of Lily, is a doe.

Under the protection of the Patronus Charm, they quickly left the main building of Hogwarts.

Under the deep darkness of night, mist rises from Ravenclaw Tower and the Black Lake.

Dumbledore frowned slightly. He was about to say something when a loud laugh came from the West Tower, followed by a burst of intense light from the top of the tower, illuminating the Hogwarts night sky as if it were daytime.

“That’s Flitwick’s laughter,” Snape said calmly. “I think we should have a word with the old professor.”

"Talk, talk to me?"

A voice suddenly rang out from above them.

Dumbledore looked up quickly and saw that the pale white light hovering in the sky had grown even larger, and the diminutive Professor Flitwick leaped down from the West Tower and came to stand before them.

The Ravenclaw headmaster had become emaciated, like a skeleton that hadn't eaten for months, yet his eyes were like windows, radiating light.

"Albus, Severus, would you like to speak with me?"

As Frivi opened his mouth, even brilliant light emanated from it. His voice was devoid of emotion, yet it exuded a chilling fervor.

122 Who is knocking on my window?

At this moment, Mr. Li, who was staying at the hotel, received two pieces of good news.

As for why it was described this way, please ask Lu Xun.

In short, the first piece of good news is that after several meetings, their chat sanctuary in Mansu has finally stabilized. Miss Nian, who loves a good show, suggested that Li Lin open a dungeon for everyone to have some fun.

Master Li, who was also always planning to do something big, naturally agreed without hesitation. He immediately patted his wife's head and said that he would definitely do his best to create happiness and bring everyone an extraordinary gaming experience.

Of course, whether it's "dungeon" or "game," it's actually Arknights-style language... Essentially, these are all "secret realms" existing in the Mansong world or on the borders of the awakened world; they are the scars left on the world by the complex history.

These wounds did not heal, but remained, becoming a vast "secret realm" as numerous as the stars.

Most of these secret realms are one-time events, with very few dungeons that can be cleared repeatedly.

They are essentially manifestations of the principle of secret history. Only by finding the central point that maintains the secret realm can the wounds of secret history be healed and the unstable history be brought back to the right path.

While the Sichen can see all the secret histories and heal the wounds of history itself, why not have these working people who constantly contribute their surplus value to help them?

Si Chenzhong's "Picking Up the Beach" said that young people should explore more hidden places and do less manual labor.

This is why the vast majority of esoteric Buddhist followers are eager to explore those secret realms—they can both gain favor with the divine beings and obtain rare treasures and precious secret teachings, which is naturally a great thing.

Of course, no one would mention the unpleasant things like getting injured or even dying during the exploration.

If you refuse a toast from the cult leader, ride in a car while the cult leader walks, ramble on while the cult leader speaks, gossip about the cult leader's private affairs, turn the table while the cult leader picks up food, and win the game while the cult leader is ready to win... such a person would be thrown into the dungeon that very night for stepping into headquarters with their left foot first.

"So, this is the limitation of the waking world."

On that same overgrown mountaintop, a vast expanse of cobalt blue light poured down from the sky. In front of the collapsed temple, Master Li and his three companions were preparing hot pot.

The man picked up a suspicious-looking piece of bright red meat. As the finger-sized piece of meat was picked up with the chopsticks, it was still twitching.

"What is this?" Talulah, who was putting Ussus special camel meat into the hot pot, made a disgusted face. "Ugh... this thing looks like an insect."

“Here it is, a specialty of Mansu.” Miss Nian explained in Li Lin’s tone, “This is the meat of Mansu creatures, you can’t miss it. When I visited the Baldome people last time, they gave me some.”

"Ah..." Talulah looked at Li Lin with sudden realization, "Isn't this the one you mentioned last time, the One Who Lives in the Lamp... or the One Who Has a Name?"

"Under normal circumstances, the line between the named and the immortal is quite blurred, but the true named are rare and powerful beings even in the Mansu."

Nian waved the chopsticks in her hand and put the appetizing-looking piece of meat into the hot pot. Instantly, a strange, sweet aroma filled the air.

"This being with the honorific name of Baldome is indeed a powerful Named Lamp. But that's not the point. Did you know that she keeps a large group of Strikers in her territory?"

Nian exclaimed in awe, "I want to raise a bunch of things like that too..."

"So this is smasher meat?"

“No.” Nian shook his head. “This is another type of roaming inhabitant on par with the Strikers, the native prophets. They have many tentacles, so sometimes they cut off a part of themselves for trade.”

Talulah felt a lump in her throat and didn't know what to do.

Damn, do you guys at Mansu really go to such lengths?

“We, the Mansu people, have our own national conditions here.” Li Lin decisively transformed into a Mansu scout, adding a sarcastic and mocking comment from the side.

Talulah rolled her eyes silently at the adulterous couple.

After rinsing the primordial prophet's tentacle in the pot, Nian stuck out his red tongue and sucked it in: "Speaking of which, we have the advantage of timing and geography, so why should we compete with those idiots from the Awakening World for resources?"

"There are also secret realms in the Mansu, and the number far exceeds that of the waking world. Even if you fail to explore, you won't die. At most, you'll feel dizzy when you return to reality."

“Besides, even if Li Lin can explore the world while awake, you still can’t come. Isn’t that a huge loss?” Nian shrugged.

Talulah and the Kingslayer exchanged a glance, then looked up at Nian: "I never expected you to be such a principled person..."

“Strictly speaking, this guy isn’t even human.” Li Lin, unable to resist his sharp tongue, chimed in from the side, only to be met with a barrage of blows from Nian’s chopsticks.

"Once this idiot returns from the other world, we'll team up for the first time." Miss Nian angrily rubbed Li Lin's head. "There's one more thing. [Bardomie] has agreed to observe you. At the latest, within a year, the trial of the god of light and darkness will descend."

"Whether you can win Si Chen's favor in this trial and be spared the judgment of history depends on you."

Nian wrapped his arms around Li Lin's neck, rubbing his face against Li Lin's hair, his voice a little muffled, "You better not let my efforts go to waste."

“I have a problem,” Li Lin suddenly spoke, his hand pressed against his chest.

"What's your problem?"

"What if, I mean, what if that old bastard of the Night's Watch saw that I was handsome, dashing, and had an extraordinary bearing, and insisted that I be his son-in-law?"

“Although you’ve rambled on for half of that long speech, I can understand.” Nian nodded seriously. “After all, you’re quite a hot commodity. Don’t worry, if you cheat on me, I’ll interrupt you again.”

Li Lin immediately sat up straight: "I am Liu Xiahui, who remained steadfast in his conduct and unwavering in his virtue."

Talulah, sitting opposite them, was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to eat or not. Frustrated, she turned to look at the Kingslayer beside her. Seeing the Kingslayer's incessant eating, she was furious.

"Eat, eat, and eat."

The king-killer, whose meal had been abruptly interrupted, stared wide-eyed, swallowed the food in his mouth with difficulty, and asked in confusion, "What happened?"

"...Just eat yours!" Little Dragon Girl said irritably.

The Kingslayer shook her head and continued to focus her gaze on the hot pot in front of her. She had long since given up on her unrealistic fantasies, and as for Talulah, in her opinion, there was basically no chance of success.

Only Nian could keep up with Master Li's train of thought and keep up with him.

The next moment, Li Lin suddenly raised his head, revealing a smug smile. He felt someone calling him.

"You guys can keep obsessing over this, I'm running now."

He logged off.

In his office on the seventh floor of Hogwarts, Li Lin opened his eyes and saw a swan draped in starlight perched in front of the window, tapping rhythmically on the glass with its beak.

It was Qiu Zhang.

123 Fluorescent Flashing (Extremely Loud) [Two-in-One]

Li Lin opened the window, and a swan draped in starlight flew into the office, then transformed back into Qiu Zhang.

The young wizard, who trusted Li Lin implicitly, described the events that were taking place at Hogwarts to Li Lin in extremely concise and precise language.

“Professor, I think this must be because they are too obsessed with the secret techniques,” Qiu Zhang said. “With your help, we will definitely be able to reverse the whole situation.”

"No problem!"

Li Lin, who was flattered and elated, nodded proudly and got up to walk towards the door.

“Um…Professor Aatrox.” Qiu Zhang struggled to find the words, pointing with some reluctance at Li Lin’s upper body, “Are you really not going to put on any clothes before going out?”

......

On the seventh-floor corridor, Li Lin and Qiu Zhang walked side by side. After a few steps, a thick gray fog began to emerge from the end of the corridor and came into view.

"The mysterious ruler above the gray fog..." Li Lin suddenly spoke.

"What?" Qiu Zhang didn't hear Li Lin's muttered words clearly.

“A poor god friend of mine,” Li Lin said casually, his gaze falling on the several images that popped up on the dark green desktop.

[Impact: The aura of ice formation]

[The influence of the second-order winter phase.]