Hogwarts: From Luna's family to god

He took a deep breath, looked at Weizet and said, "Weizet, based on my understanding of Voldemort, I can come to the same conclusion as you... It turns out that it really is 'love'..."

His expression was extremely complicated, mixed with a bit of pity. He probably felt that Voldemort had really given up "love" completely and was an extremely pitiful person.

If Voldemort had seen Dumbledore's expression at the end of the last school year, he would have gone into a rage.

Dumbledore exhaled and murmured softly: "The ultimate 'death' spell... No wonder his Death Curse is so different..."

He closed his eyes and seemed to be recalling something, "Quick enough and accurate enough that you don't even need to recite a spell... I thought it was because his soul... was completely distorted by black magic!"

Hearing this, Weizet was a little surprised, "Principal Dumbledore, Voldemort's Death Curse... can actually be cast silently?"

Dumbledore said with a smile: "The ultimate 'death' spell, in exchange for the ultimate death curse, we just discovered one of his secrets, didn't we?"

He walked briskly around the Mirror of Erised room, "Vizet, the spell is very special... Do you know about the Infatuation Water?"

Wizer nodded, "Yes, this is the best love potion today, invented by Diarmuid Odina, a wizard in the 3rd century AD."

"It can cause the user to have an extremely strong obsession or obsession... In addition, it also has some similarities to 'Polyjuice Potion'."

"When different people smell Chixin Water, they will smell the smell they like because they like different scents... It's very magical."

"Exactly!" Dumbledore clapped his hands gently, "In fact, after my unremitting pursuit and piecing together clues back then, I learned that the inventor of the Infatuation Water was also the holder of the spell."

Weizet was a little surprised and guessed: "The spell that Diarmuid got can prepare the most effective love potion?"

"Yes, the invention of Infatuation Water is the result of the curse." Dumbledore affirmed, "After that, Diarmuid also died because of the curse contract."

"At that time, he fell in love with the witch Granny Commack. In order to be with Granny, he concluded a spell contract and eloped with Granny with a bottle of love water."

Weizet was a little confused, "Love potions can't bring true love, why would he use this method?"

"Perhaps it's possessiveness? Or a strange hobby?" Dumbledore shook his head slightly, "Aside from these unguessable things, there is another important reason - Granny is engaged."

"Granny was engaged to Diarmuid's friend Finn McCool. Since then, Finn and Diarmuid have turned against each other and set out to find Granny's whereabouts."

"Diarmuid indeed loves Granny deeply. When he lived with Granny, he would tell Granny no matter what the secret was, including the contents of his spell contract."

"As time went by, Diarmuid became tired of controlling Granny with his infatuation water. Coupled with Granny's long-term obedience... Finn, who was lurking in the dark, found an opportunity to take advantage of him."

"Finn learned the contents of Diarmuid's curse contract from Granny who regained consciousness - not to fight with the Tebbo warthog, so Finn caused an accident."

"After this accident, Diarmuid violated the curse contract and died under the fangs of Tebo warthog... Weizet, do you have anything to say about this past incident?"

"The Tebo warthog should be a magical animal in Africa, right?" Weizet frowned slightly, "And I remember that Diarmuid Odina lived in Dublin..."

"Principal Dumbledore, should I understand this? The curse contract is optional, and Diarmuid Odina chose a tricky way."

"He thought that the Tebbo Warthog was in Africa, and the constraints of the curse contract would become lower. But he did not expect that Finn McCool could find the Tebbo Warthog and deliberately create such an accident."

"It's difficult to cheat on a spell contract... because it's usually closely related to the person who signed it." Dumbledore shook his head slightly, "But the direction of the spell can be blurred."

"In fact, this is what Diarmuid did...The true content of this spell contract is...he cannot fight with his relatives."

"And that Tebo warthog is actually his half-brother. His younger brother failed because of the Animagus, so he became a Tebo warthog wandering in the mountains and forests."

"Principal Dumbledore, why do I think this is inevitable by coincidence?" Weizet's brows furrowed deeper.

"The content of the spell contract is related to the Tebo Warthog. A failed Animagus is the Tebo Warthog, and he is also the half-brother of Diarmuid..."

"Could it be that after signing the incantation contract, you will be controlled by the incantation contract and embark on a predetermined path of destiny?"

"A very interesting idea." There was a hint of surprise in Dumbledore's eyes, "There is indeed such a possibility..."

"It's a pity that there are very few wizards who have concluded a curse contract, and at the same time, to some extent, they are prepared to violate the curse contract..."

"Therefore, all the wizards who have a spell contract have only reached a tacit consensus - never expose their spell contract."

"So... what about a spell for a situation like mine?" Wizette immediately thought of himself, "Do I need to... fabricate a spell contract?"

"After all, there may be wizards who can discern spells. If I meet that type of wizard, maybe it would be better if I behaved more 'normally'?"

"Fabricating a spell contract?" Dumbledore showed a meaningful smile, "Making special spells no longer special is a way to protect yourself, which is good!"

He remembered the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at the beginning of the school year. Wizette did not use any other magic, but only used transformation magic and spells to solve the trouble caused by the elf.

Just when Weizet was about to speak, Dumbledore immediately shook his head and stopped him: "Weizet, even if you are going to fabricate the curse contract, don't tell me or anyone else."

Chapter 187 Spell, Shackles of Fate

The moonlight penetrated the gaps in the clouds and shone on the outline of the castle. It shone on the line of writing "For the Greater Good", showing a tragic white color.

The line of writing became a little blurry, and traces of dark magic were everywhere, adding a sad feeling to Nurmengard.

A white-haired old man raised his head and propped up one leg, leaning against the stone wall, sitting lazily on the bed, admiring the pale moonlight outside the castle through the gap in the stone window.

He sighed softly: "The curse, the shackles from fate... Maybe I shouldn't have pressed so hard in the first place, so that he wouldn't be shackled..."

Serena Pendragon looked at a magazine "Natural Herbal Medicine" and said, "Grindelwald, you just think... that the person who put the shackles on him should be you, right?"

"To be honest... I have already met Dumbledore. Do you really think you... can put shackles on Dumbledore? I always feel that you are the one who is shackled."

Gellert Grindelwald lowered his head and blinked, as if he was missing something.

There is a clear difference in his eyes. The right eye is bright blue, but the left eye is dull dark blue.

When he blinked, it was only his right eye that blinked, and the eyelid of his left eye only trembled slightly.

"Ah, this is really an interesting idea." Grindelwald murmured, "Do you really want to discuss this? I can talk to you all day and all night."

"Of course not!" Serena Pendragon put down "Natural Herbal Medicine" and stood up and said, "I just happened to pass by here, so I came up to take a look."

"By the way! This book "Natural Herbal Medicine" brings good news. Hogwarts has begun to cultivate mandrakes again. I believe that in a few years, there will be more mandrakes again."

"Hogwarts actually did this once in the last century." Grindelwald chuckled.

"If you don't focus on mandrake and dig them all up to deal with the Isaiah Club, I'm afraid it won't turn back into a scarce medicinal material."

"To be honest...if it weren't for the Guardian's special status, he would be hidden in the long history just like the Isaiah Society..."

"I think... if there was a ranking list of dark wizards, your name should be on it, at least in the top two."

Serena shrugged, "I just thought you were complimenting me. In fact, I was just acting in self-defense... At most, my methods were a little radical."

"As for those mandrakes, of course it's because they're useful? Biting cabbage and devil's net are also good."

"Yes! They are also very effective!" Grindelwald nodded, "The magical plants that you think are useful have now become relatively scarce medicinal materials..."

"It's okay, it's almost over anyway." Serena handed the "Natural Herbal Medicine" to Grindelwald, "How about it? Do you want to use it to kill time?"

"Why don't you help me find "Transfiguration Today"?" Grindelwald looked at the moonlight outside the window again, "I want the one from 1894 to 1925."

Serena put away "Natural Herbal Medicine" and said meaningfully: "Do you want such an ancient "Today's Transfiguration"? I know what you want to see!"

"Yes." Grindelwald responded, "That's right! At the beginning of next year... around February to March, there will be a major accident in Mumbai. You can go and see it."

Serena looked at Grindelwald's left eye, "Has your Third Eye recovered?"

"It's not as good as before..." Grindelwald shook his head slightly, "I can only see some fragments occasionally...very scattered."

"After being in a coma for so many years, I just pieced together such a large event...and I'm not sure if Isaiah would do it."

"It's not a big problem!" Serena waved her hand, "Since it is a large-scale accident, it is probably the work of Isaiah. It is difficult to make a mistake. Let's go!"

Grindelwald nodded in agreement, "Well, remember "Transfiguration Today"."

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"Some kind of detection magic, prophecy ability, some kind of potion, or even an unintentional word... may expose the curse contract. Vizette, you have to understand this..."

"Therefore, even if it is fabricated, you still need to beware of these methods. Only by increasing the authenticity of the curse contract can your 'fabrication' be meaningful, right?"

Dumbledore looked at Weizet with a deep look, as if there was something in his words.

Noticing Dumbledore's eyes and smile, Weizet noticed the profound meaning of these words and nodded slightly, "That's right, you need to develop a habit... Only in this way can you change from 'virtual' to 'real'."

Dumbledore nodded with satisfaction, "Very good! It seems you have understood."

Vizet asked, "Principal Dumbledore, how can we use the spell contract to deal with Voldemort?"

Dumbledore stroked his beard, "This is a very complicated process... It is still important to explore his secrets."

"Perhaps Voldemort has made a choice... In the end, he will take the initiative to expose his weaknesses... and destroy himself?"

Vizet asked in confusion, "I don't quite understand."

"This is not something you should consider." Dumbledore sighed, "Let's go! Since you are sure that your spell has no hidden dangers, you should go back and rest."

"That's right, tomorrow is Monday, and there are classes to go to!" Vizet looked at the Mirror of Erised on the side, "Principal Dumbledore, this mirror... Can it be left here temporarily?"

Dumbledore nodded and said, "Of course, if it helps you..."

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Dumbledore just turned the doorknob and found that there was already one more person in the principal's office.

Hearing the movement from behind, Snape, dressed in a black robe, tilted his head slightly.

He said in a low voice: "As long as you don't lower your status so much and don't eat expired candies because of greed, you won't be poisoned or swollen."

"In addition, the fishy black tea doesn't seem to suit your taste... Then you need a piece of snake skin fragment, what are you going to do?"

Dumbledore walked quickly to his seat, looked at Snape and said with a smile: "Use it to explore something, and then I got good news."

Snape raised his eyebrows, "About the Dark Lord? Or...Lockhart died suddenly while practicing signing in the middle of the night? I hope he doesn't become a ghost."

"You guessed right, about Voldemort's secret." Dumbledore said straight to the point, "My previous judgment was correct. We can use 'love' to defeat Voldemort."