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Chapter 293 The bottleneck of the wizard’s body, the opportunity for breakthrough

"Huh?" Russell's clone's eyes glanced up and down, and Harry's internal structure was completely under his control.

What surprised him was that there was nothing wrong with Harry's body.

Internal organs, bones, meridians, and muscles are all in a healthy state.

But the strange thing is that although Harry's body is in excellent condition, there is really no room for improvement.

It was as if every cell in his body recognized the limits of his talent, and he lost any ambition to evolve.

Russell put his hand on the pulse gate of Harry's wrist, and the blue energy quietly penetrated Harry's body.

Using the Soul Searching Technique that combines the Eight Magic Skills and Two Hands to explore the soul is like a doctor using a stethoscope to listen to the internal condition of the patient's body.

However, the former method can even map Harry's soul image in Russell's mind.

"The state of your soul is a little abnormal." Russell picked up his palm and said to Harry seriously: "A deep love will not last long, and a great wisdom will harm the body."

"There is such a huge gap in life and cultivation, yet you still look like a normal person now. The wizard's body is really magical."

Harry scratched his head and couldn't help but ask, "Is it because of my talent, Anima?"

"Of course not." Russell stood up, walked to the position marked "Fourth Grade" in the banned bookshelf, and picked out a one-foot-thick black book from the middle.

Harry's eyes were unconsciously attracted to the forbidden book on the table.

He wrinkled his nose. There was an unpleasant bloody smell coming from the forbidden book, as if someone had mixed skunk urine with pig blood that had been left for seven days.

"This is Voldemort's further research notes on the blood-cursed orcs." Russell opened the forbidden book. The pages were intertwined with yellow and red, like flames beating in hell.

The words in the book are like demons armed with various rough weapons. They grin and seem to jump out of the pages to drink the blood of the readers.

"The above mentioned some blood-cursed orcs made with dragon blood. Although their survival time is very short, the magic power they emit is very strong. One of them could almost cripple Voldemort, a scientific researcher."

Harry looked away from the irritable words, looked at Russell and asked, "You mean, now I'm like a dragon-blooded orc who can live a long time?"

"Almost." Russell nodded and continued: "Your wizard instinct can only allow your body to reach this point unless your spiritual power is improved again."

Wizard instinct?

Harry chewed on the word, and after a while, he said: "You mean, my physique is rejecting the upgrade of the Five Elements Yandan Jue?"

"Yes." Russell affirmed: "It's like the body of an evil spirit rejects sunlight."

"Of course there is a solution, which is to forcefully upgrade your current physique. However, it is inevitable that the upgraded physique will affect your magic."

Russell leaned his back slightly on the chair and sighed:

"Every world has its own laws. What is different from the world of Naruto, Demon Slayer and One Man is that the power of the soul in this world overrides everything."

"The casting of magic spells requires mental energy, the preparation of potions requires mental energy, and alchemy also requires mental energy. The power of the mind can even predict the future."

"But, accordingly, a less strong physical body is necessary to keep the psychic energy active."

"Life is like yin and yang. Even if the two are balanced, they can be ever-changing——"

"But there's a lack of variability and the possibility of unique creation, right?" Harry said, following Russell's words.

"Yes."

"Will my anima become the form of the Force in Star Wars?" Harry said with a smile, having already made his choice in his words.

"Every possibility exists in danger. This is the charm of anima." Russell sighed:

"Harry, this is equivalent to majoring in sex, minoring in life, and using sex to support life. Only in your world can you have countless reference objects to assist you in your evolution."

"So, it's better for the wizarding world to be more lively, right?" Harry stood up and said with a smile: "Only the confrontation of different animas can produce miraculous colors."

"The big guys in the group have helped me so much. If I don't take this path, wouldn't it be in vain?"

…Tom Riddle concluded the press conference.

There is a new resident in his loft - Rita Skeeter.

After reshaping his mind, the gold medal reporter decided to devote himself to the great cause promoted by Tom.

"This is a good start." Tom stood on the balcony, looking back at Rita, who was writing automatically with a magic quill while writing fast herself, and said to Peter beside him:

"She will serve as our mouthpiece to let more wizards know what we are going to do."

Peter listened quietly and did not respond.

Tom was used to Peter's silence. He sighed and continued:
"It's a pity that Lucius Malfoy, who is always loyal and loyal, did not choose me who was destined to win this time."

"And Barty Crouch Jr., who has been hiding, he didn't come to me either."

"Sir Riddle, you have other pure-blood subordinates." Peter took out a roster from his arms, opened it and handed it to Tom.

In a photo frame that looks like a prison window, there is a woman with long black hair and delicate features.

The way she bared her teeth completely destroyed her own beauty. People were more willing to believe that she was a mad dog than to believe that she could be a beauty.

"Oh, Bellatrix Lestrange, the former loyal lover." Tom ran his finger across her photo, and the moving portrait actually chased his finger and bit it.

"Azkaban, I want to go there and have a look." Tom paused for a moment and focused on the portrait of a man on another page.

"Sirius Black, Mr. Potter's godfather and Mr. Peter's best friend." Tom looked at Sirius's decadent appearance in the picture album and said softly:

"He is the only pure-blooded descendant left in the Black family. I hope he will value Mr. Potter more than his obsession with family inheritance."

"For Mr. Potter's sake, he will support you, Lord Riddle."

"That's great!" Tom flipped through the roster again, then closed it.

In "Prisoner of Azkaban", there are not many talents that Tom values.

His career has just started and only needs the elite.

Those prisoners who were brutally dominated were best left as snacks to the Dementors.

"But before I go to Azkaban, I have to send a message to my old friend." Tom seemed to have thought of some interesting scenes and couldn't help but smile evilly.

Rita, who was moving her shoulders, caught the sight of Tom smiling, and she couldn't help but freeze.

The writing action of the magic quill pen stopped, and then automatically moved to a piece of white paper, and began to draw 'swissly'.

In just two breaths, a portrait of Tom Riddle smiling in the sun appeared on the paper.

Rita immediately grabbed the hand-drawn photo in her hand and stored the 'treasure' close to her breasts like a thief.

Not long after...

Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.

Dumbledore, who had just finished reading the lecture on "Voldemort", was massaging his painful temples.

Suddenly, a letter came through the window of the principal's office.

Dumbledore frowned and looked at the letter that opened automatically. A familiar yet unfamiliar voice echoed in the room as the mouth on the letter opened and closed.

"Dear Headmaster of Hogwarts, Mr. Dumbledore:"

"Long time no see. Your former student has just emerged from the darkness. He is still full of confusion about the future of the magical world."

"As the mentor who led me on the road to being a wizard, the student would like to invite you to guide me once again on how to fight for the interests of mixed-race wizards..."

　Death

　　
　
(End of this chapter)