A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Remember for a second【】

The atmosphere in the cemetery was eerie, and the faint lights of the distant town of Little Hangleton, instead of adding a little vigour, adorned the background of Voldemort and Bellatrix's conversation like a ghost, acting as some sort of terrifying spectacle. A common scary element in stories.

Voldemort, clad in a loose black robe, his bare skin reflecting the pale moonlight, spoke softly, Bellatrix's head lower and lower, but his eyes gleamed in the desolate graveyard . . .

"Yes, Master—I've been looking forward to this moment," Bellatrix tried to flatter. "They never thought of it!"

Tonight is destined to be a restless day.

"Dumbledore, there is something wrong with your body." Felix said with a stern expression, his eyes turned pupilless gray like Thestrals, and he looked up and down the old man sitting behind the long-legged table without concealment.

Dumbledore smiled and looked down at the strange silverware in front of him.

Felix guessed that the silverware was made by Dumbledore himself, like the deluminator he had demonstrated before, at least Felix didn't think their function was 'just' merrily spitting out puffs of smoke. The two did not speak. After a while, Dumbledore took off the glove on his right hand, looked at it carefully for a moment, and then put the dry, charred hand in the smoke. The blackness of his palm became no longer pure, like some old mottled paint began. Peeling, fading.

After about ten minutes, the hand in the smoke no longer changed, but it did not return to normal. If you look closely, you will find some very tiny black things entangled in the palm print of the palm, evil and stubborn. twisted.

"That Horcrux—Gaunt's Ring," Dumbledore said softly, "has a particularly powerful curse on it, hidden and powerful. And—perhaps Voldemort himself didn't realize that the ring's material itself had something to do with me. It's very tempting, he's hitting right, but in short, I'm completely dizzy-"

"Maybe it's not worth dying, I have been taking the Christmas gift you gave me during that time," he smiled again and praised: "The design idea is very ingenious, it is hard to resist research..."

"It's just a probe." Felix curled his lips.

"More amazing than any probe I've ever seen," corrected Dumbledore, "not to detect the dangers of the outside world, but to examine its own anomalies... I must repeat, the design is very clever."

He continued: "After I brought the ring back, I spent a little time studying the curse on it, and successfully extracted some of it." With that, Dumbledore showed Felix the hand, seemingly showing off his results.

"So the result of your research is to reinfect yourself with the curse?" Felix said incredulously.

Dumbledore smiled: "Oh, although I keep saying that Voldemort is pitifully ignorant, it's because he's putting all his mind on the wrong path, and I've thought more than once that if he's on the right track, these Will the tragedy still happen..."

"Felix, when facing him, we'd better not have unrealistic illusions, especially those related to his research field. It is not easy to hide from him. This is a necessary price."

"The price..." Felix repeated.

"Yes, so you should understand why I didn't tell you the location of the duel. Voldemort has the initiative in the duel, he can leave at any time and open up the battlefield elsewhere, then we will be passive."

After a moment of silence.

"Is that so?" Felix asked.

He pointed to his eyes and said, "If the curse is a necessary price, I can understand it, and I believe you can trap it. I want to say another thing - in my eyes, your soul is like a The flickering torch, although intact, is beating abnormally, or is the curse hurting your soul? This is impossible~www.readwn.com~If Voldemort had that ability, he should have been hiding and healing himself on the verge of collapse The ugly soul of... Know what I'm thinking, Dumbledore? You seem to have some terrible plan brewing. I even doubt that you can defeat Voldemort now, which is not the same as what we discussed at the beginning!"

He involuntarily raised the volume, the portraits on the wall opened their eyes one after another, Phineas Black said in a yin and yang tone: "It's rude, nothing like this would have happened in my time, I especially prefer order-- —"

Felix waved his hand backwards, and Phineas' mouth in the portrait was immediately glued together, and he screamed "woohoo" in exasperation.

"No, Felix," said Dumbledore. "We've been on the right track, and I've never thought of starting over, just to fill in the holes that might exist in the plan. I have full confidence in this duel. , don't forget, I told you that I have the skills to temporarily improve my strength."

Felix frowned.

"Since you mentioned it," he put on a 'by the way' attitude, "that technique... I can't figure out how to do it at all. It seems that it is not to improve strength, but to restore, or to trace the source... You have this strength yourself, but not now, but at the peak of your life..."

Having said this, Felix himself was a little surprised.

Since he became a 'magical creature', his strength has been growing, not suddenly becoming stronger in one aspect, but an all-round improvement. Of course, the most essential change is magic, but it is not just magic. The strength and control of those spells that he rarely uses have also risen with the tide.

He once put forward a conjecture in the Rune Club, "The process of researching magic is actually the process of retrieving one's own spellcasting instinct.

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