A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 595: Confusion

The atmosphere in the cemetery was eerie, and the faint lights of Little Hangleton Town in the distance did not add a little vitality, but dotted in the background of the conversation between Voldemort and Bellatrix like will-o'-the-wisps, acting as a certain A scary element often found in horror stories.

Voldemort was wearing a loose black robe, his bare skin reflected the pale moonlight, he spoke softly, Bellatrix lowered her head lower and lower, but her eyes were staring at the desolate The cemetery glowed. . .

"Yes, my lord—I've been looking forward to this moment," Bellatrix said in a flattering tone, "They never expected it!"

Tonight is destined to be a restless day.

"Dumbledore, something is wrong with your body." Felix said with a stern expression, his eyes turned gray and white like thestrals without pupils, and he looked up and down unabashedly as he sat behind the long-legged table old man.

With a smile on his face, Dumbledore lowered his head and stared at the strange silverware in front of him.

Felix guesses that the silverware was made by Dumbledore himself, like the Deluminator he demonstrated earlier, at least Felix thinks their function is not 'just' merry 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 that dry, scorched hand in the smoke. The blackness of his palm became no longer pure, as if some old mottled paint had begun to Peeling, fading.

After about ten minutes, the hand in the smoke stopped changing, but it did not return to normal. If you look carefully, you will find some very small black things entangled on the palm lines of the palm, which is strange. And stubbornly twisted.

"That Horcrux—Gaunt's Ring," Dumbledore said softly, "has a particularly powerful curse placed on it, hidden and powerful. And—maybe Voldemort himself didn't expect that the material of this ring itself He is very tempting to me, he hit the right target, but in short, I was completely dazed—"

"Maybe it's my life, I've been carrying the Christmas gift you gave me all that time," he smiled again, and praised: "The design idea is very ingenious, I can't help but study it..."

"It's just a detector." Felix pouted.

"It's more amazing than any detector I've ever seen," Dumbledore corrected. "It's not about detecting the dangers of the outside world, but looking at its own anomalies... I have to emphasize again, the design idea is very ingenious."

He continued: "After I brought the ring back, I spent some time studying the curse on it, and successfully extracted part of it." As he spoke, Dumbledore showed Felix the hand, as if Show off your achievements.

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

Dumbledore smiled: "Oh, although I have always said that Voldemort is pitifully ignorant, it is because he put all his thoughts on the wrong path. I have thought more than once that if he can go the right way In the future, will these tragedies happen again..."

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

"The price..." Felix repeated.

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

After a moment of silence.

"Is that all?" Felix asked.

Pointing to his eyes, he said: "If the curse is a necessary price, I can understand, I believe you can trap it. What I want to say is another thing-in my eyes, your The soul is like a flickering torch, although it is intact, it beats abnormally, or did the curse hurt your soul? This is impossible, if Voldemort had that ability, he should have hidden away to heal his ugly soul that was on the verge of collapse Now... Do you know what I thought, Dumbledore? You seem to be brewing some terrible plan. I even doubt that you can defeat Voldemort now, which is different from what we discussed at the beginning!"

He raised the volume unconsciously, and the portraits on the wall opened their eyes one after another. Phineas Black said in a strange tone: "It's really rude, similar things would not have happened in my time, I especially Prefer order—"

Felix waved his hand back, and Phineas' mouth in the portrait was immediately glued, and he yelled angrily.

"No, Felix." Dumbledore said: "We have been on the right path, and I have never thought of starting a new one. What I did was to make up for the possible loopholes in the plan. Sufficient confidence, don't forget, I told you that I have the ability to temporarily increase 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 doesn't seem to improve strength, but recovery, or Tracing the source...you have this strength yourself, but not now, but in the peak state of your life..."

Speaking of this, Felix himself was a little surprised.

Ever since he became a 'magic creature', his strength has been growing. It's not that he suddenly became very strong in one aspect, but an all-round improvement. Of course, the most essential change is the magic power, but it's not just the magic power. The strength and control of the spells that he rarely uses have also increased.

He once put forward a conjecture in the Rune Club, "The process of studying magic is actually the process of finding one's own spellcasting instinct." His personal experience seems to verify this point.

"Is it Transfiguration? Bloodline magic? Black magic? Or—is it related to time?"

"Why do you say that?"

Dumbledore crossed his hands, resting his chin on his hands, and looked at Felix with interest.

"You mean time? Many clues show that you are no stranger to Time-Turners. Of course, all Time-Turners were handed over to Minerva through you, and Minerva handed them over to those good students... ...you have had ample opportunity to study Time-Turners. Even..."

Felix stopped, his eyes were strange, and he suddenly thought of a question worth thinking about, that is, has Dumbledore ever been to the Department of Mysteries? But this point has been impossible to verify, because even if he had been there, Dumbledore would not be as blatant as him, stealing most of the energy.

Perhaps we can change the question, is Dumbledore interested in studying time magic?

Yes, who can stand the temptation of'time'? Anyway, Felix couldn't do it by himself. Even if there was no such thing as 'Ms. Jane', he would find an opportunity to study it by himself. He didn't forget that he had given Mundungus a task.

But after inheriting Nick's notes later, he gave up any hope of Mundungus' luck.

It can only be said that for archmages like Felix and Dumbledore, as long as they are given sufficient preparation time, there is no foolproof defense in this world. Of course Voldemort also counted, so Ms. Burns didn't ask for that part of the time energy back.

Even Grindelwald is the same, except that he is now imprisoned in Fort Nurmengard.

Dumbledore didn't answer this question, and didn't even talk about the last question. He just sighed sentimentally, "Time, time, through the ages, how many people have longed for your favor?"

With a wave of his hand, Phineas' gagged mouth reopened. As soon as he was unbound, Phineas Black began to curse, Felix raised an eyebrow menacingly, and the wizard immediately hid behind a green banner in the portrait.

"Hateful, evil, bullying portrait Slytherin kid~IndoMTL.com~I am your headmaster!"

"Oh," Felix responded deadpan.

"Huh! I'm going to find my great-great-grandson—"

"Hmm—Principal Black? Did I mention it to you? I personally captured Sirius in Black's old house. He was still wanted at the time..."

Felix kindly reminded the ancestor of the Black family.

Phoenias, who was hiding in the green banner of the picture frame, screamed strangely, "He will always have children! The blood of the Black family is noble and pure, and you cannot compare with it!" He said in a triumphant tone: " I've heard it all, and the child he and that female minister—hmm—must be very talented.”

"Just wait, little bastard!"