Batman's Owl Godfather

Live streaming Snape's dream?

At this moment, Bruce just wanted to ask Katum one question.

What happened to you, Snape, that you deserved to be so targeted?

The same was true for the previous compound potion, and the same is true for the current dream live broadcast.

Ever since the owl came to Hogwarts, Snape couldn't go back to his old life.

"Don't look at me like that."

Katum noticed Bruce's expression, "Maybe in the end, Snape will have to thank me."

…

Over the weekend, Bruce heads to Dumbledore's teaching location.

This time he took on two tasks entrusted by Professor Gale. One was to demonstrate the power of the phantom spell, and the other was to propose a diary channeling plan.

Dumbledore's habit seemed to be to arrive early every time.

When Bruce entered the classroom, Dumbledore was looking at him with a smile.

"Sorry Professor, I'm late again this time."

Bruce sighed and apologized to Mr. Principal.

He was already half an hour early this time, but Dumbledore still arrived earlier than him.

"No need to apologize, Bruce."

Dumbledore said kindly, "You have come very early. I was playing a trick."

I know, Bruce said to himself.

He had already discovered that there was a portrait of the former principal hanging in the corridor leading to this classroom.

The same portrait is also found in the principal's office.

The reason why Dumbledore can come early every time is actually not a secret. It is nothing more than reporting the message through the portrait and then apparating.

After all, in Hogwarts, only the headmaster has the privilege of Apparating.

The old man is quite nice.

"Then let's start today's lesson."

Dumbledore looked at Bruce, "I also want to know what method Professor Gale thought of to break the rebound spell."

He knows everything.

In other words, he guessed everything.

I guessed that after suffering a loss, Gale would not give up and would definitely find a way to prove himself.

"Show me, Bruce," said Dumbledore. "No need to hold anything back. Just cast the spell on me."

There are only a few people in the wizarding world who can draw a wand and cast a spell in front of Dumbledore openly.

Bruce pulled out his wand, and in the process, the Void Spell was activated.

This is Professor Gale’s little thought.

When he designed the Void Illusion Spell, he adopted a brand-new design idea. This magic is not triggered through spells, but through specific actions.

For example, he himself is set to pull out the wand.

Anyone who sees this action will enter into a fantasy hallucination.

Bruce, of course, choreographed his own moves.

"Professor, I'll take the first shot."

Bruce waved his wand and the Red Broom Star was launched. He simply replicated Professor Gale's previous actions, causing Dumbledore's vision to be distorted.

The first red broom star is fake, it is really hidden behind.

Bruce wanted to see how Dumbledore would handle it if he faced the same situation as himself.

Soon, he saw——

Dumbledore did nothing, but when the red broom star was about to hit him, his entire figure disappeared from the place.

Now that the target has been lost, the red broom star hidden behind has naturally failed.

As for Dumbledore himself, he appeared behind Bruce, still with a faint smile on his face, calm and calm.

"Professor, you are being a bit cheating."

Bruce protested, "No one else can Disapparate in Hogwarts!"

And this kind of response is too uncreative.

Professor Gale would probably disagree.

"Yeah?"

Hearing Bruce's protest, Dumbledore's smile grew wider.

"What if I said that what I just used was not apparation?"

Not Apparition?

But Bruce just saw Dumbledore disappear from where he was.

"Bruce, I will explain it to you later, but our duel is not over yet."

Dumbledore said softly, "Since Professor Gale taught you such a clever magic spell, you should have follow-up methods."

OK.

Although Bruce didn't know how Dumbledore discovered that he was using magic related to illusions.

But he put his doubts aside for the time being and continued to focus on this duel.

Dumbledore waved his wand at this time, and the armor in the classroom seemed to have come to life. One by one, they jumped off the exhibition stand and rushed towards Bruce.

This is the picture in the principal's eyes.

In Bruce's eyes, what Dumbledore manipulated was actually just a few portraits.

This was an illusion created by the Void Illusion Spell, which made Dumbledore see the portrait as armor.

What he thought was an effective attack actually had no lethality.

Bruce planned to use this deviation to carry out an effective attack.

However, the accident happened at this moment.

Just when those portraits floated to Bruce's side, their appearance suddenly changed, and they really turned into a pair of armor, like a soldier, raising their weapons high and slashing at Bruce.

Bruce's eyes were opened this time.

It was obvious that he was the one who created the illusion, but at some point, the illusion became reality.

"That's it!"

At the moment when Bruce was really about to be attacked, Dumbledore shouted stop.

The armors all stopped in place, and then their shapes changed again, turning into their original portraits, and fell to the ground one after another.

"Transfiguration?"

Bruce lifted the illusion spell.

He already knew what had just happened. The reason why the portrait turned into armor was because of Dumbledore's transfiguration.

"You're smart, Bruce."

Dumbledore came closer, opened his palm, and placed a crumpled candy wrapper in his palm.

"What is this?" Bruce asked.

"The secret of my teleportation just now." Dumbledore said with a smile, "This is a portkey."

Portkey, a magical item that teleports anyone who touches it to a designated location.

When Dumbledore was attacked just now, he casually transformed the candy wrapper in his pocket into a door key, and then teleported it behind Bruce.

"Portkeys are not banned at Hogwarts."

Dumbledore said, "So I didn't use the principal's privileges just now."

This is Dumbledore's usual method.

He grabbed an ordinary object and twisted it into a door key.

Bruce asked: "What about hallucinations? How did you find out that you were in a hallucination?"

"Well..."

Dumbledore thought for a long time before he thought of what to say.

"Bruce, when Professor Gale taught you this magic, did he ask you to use your imagination to create more realistic illusions?"

Bruce nodded, this Gale did say it.

"That's it." Dumbledore patted Bruce on the shoulder, "Come on!"

After that, he changed the topic smoothly without giving Bruce any reaction.

"In fact, I have always felt that although illusion is powerful, reality is even more powerful."

Dumbledore picked up a portrait and said, "Just like this painting, you made me think it was armor. I don't need to expose it, I just turn it into armor."

"And it's not just armor."

As he finished speaking, the portrait in his hand suddenly changed and turned into a silver sword.

Dumbledore pulled out a piece of his hair, put it on the blade of his sword and blew on it, causing the hair to break into two pieces.

Immediately afterwards, the silver sword changed back into a portrait again.

Bruce saw all this and his heart surged.

In past Transfiguration classes, Professor McGonagall always asked students to turn mice into snuff boxes or beetles into buttons.

Although Bruce found it magical, he always felt that transformation was just a means of control.

But now after Dumbledore showed it, the meaning of transfiguration in Bruce's eyes was completely different.

How could this kind of spell be used only for control in battle?

If you can master the art of transformation, you can have endless weapons in battle.

Imagine that in the ruins of a battlefield, Bruce waved his hand, and rubble flew up all over the sky, and then the rubble turned into thousands of swords, densely suspended behind him.

What kind of scene is that?

Bruce gets excited just thinking about it.

And what if instead of turning the rubble into a sword, he turned it into a nuclear bomb?

Bruce's expression suddenly became more serious than ever: "Professor, I want to learn to transform!"

"It seems that you have noticed the charm of transfiguration."

Dumbledore smiled, "But transfiguration is a very profound knowledge, and you need to spend a lot of energy on it."

"no problem!"

Bruce's eyes were firm, and at this moment, he had already made his goal clear.

That is to become a master of transfiguration!

As for Professor Gale?

So unfamiliar!

…

This time the teaching time ended with Bruce still having more to say.

Dumbledore was very happy to see students working hard to learn magic, which was also the meaning of his devotion to education.

After the Transfiguration course, Bruce thought of his second mission.

He took out Voldemort's diary from a pile of textbooks, followed Gale's previous explanation, and said to Dumbledore——

"Professor, I have something to tell you."

"What's up?"

Dumbledore looked at the diary in Bruce's hand and noticed the flow of dark magic in it.

Bruce said: "This is a diary that I accidentally picked up before. This diary can talk to me. There seems to be a soul in it."

Dumbledore said in a cautious tone: "Soul? Bruce, don't make such a judgment easily."

Magic items that can talk and converse are common and not complicated to make.

Such as those portraits in the castle.

But when it comes to things like the soul, that's unusual.

What Dumbledore could immediately think of was Horcruxes.

One of the most evil magic props, it requires killing someone to make it.

"I'm pretty sure there's a soul in there!"

Bruce vowed, "That soul has been saying bad things about Harry to me and trying to sow discord between me and Harry. It's very hateful!

"Oh, by the way, he has a name!"

"Really? What's his name?"

Dumbledore thought that if he could know the name of this diary, he might be able to trace its original owner.

According to the black magic above, his master is most likely a dark wizard.

Wait, isn't it Grindelwald's?

Dumbledore's expression suddenly felt strange. He had never heard of Grindelwald having the habit of writing a diary.

What could he have in his diary?

At this time, Bruce said the name of the soul in the diary word by word.

"He said his name was, Tom Marvolo Riddle."