A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 597
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 instead dotted the background of the conversation between Voldemort and Bellatrix like will-o'-the-wisps, acting as a kind of horror. A common scary element in stories.

Voldemort wore a loose black robe, his bare skin reflected the pale moonlight, he spoke softly, Bellatrix's head lowered lower and lower, but his eyes shone brightly in the desolate cemetery .

"Yes, my lord—I've been looking forward to this moment," said Bellatrix, trying to flatter her. "They'll never think of it!"

Tonight is destined to be a restless day.

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

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

Felix guessed that the silverware was made by Dumbledore himself, like the Deluminator he had demonstrated earlier, and at least Felix didn't think they'd be '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 10 minutes, the hand in the smoke did not change anymore, but it did not return to normal. If you look carefully, you will find some very tiny black things entangled on the palm lines of the palm, strange and stubborn. twisted.

"That Horcrux—Gaunt's Ring," Dumbledore said softly, "has a very powerful curse placed on it, which is hidden and powerful. And—maybe Voldemort himself didn't expect that the material of this ring itself has a special effect on me. It's very tempting, he hit it right, 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, and 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 external dangers, but looking at its own anomalies... I have to emphasize again, the design idea is very clever."

He continued: "After I brought the ring back, I spent some time researching the curse on it, and successfully extracted part of it." As he spoke, Dumbledore showed the hand to Felix, as if to show off his results.

"So the result of your research is to reinfect 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 on the right path, all these Will the tragedy still happen..."

"Felix, when facing him, we'd better not have unrealistic fantasies, 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 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 a battlefield elsewhere. At that time, 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 it, and I believe you can trap it. What I want to say is another thing-in my eyes, your soul is like a branch The flickering torch is intact but beating abnormally, or is it that the curse has 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... 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 grotesque tone: "It's really rude, similar things would not have happened in my time, I 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've been on the right path, and I didn't even think about starting anew. What I did was to make up for possible loopholes in the plan. I have full confidence in this duel." , don’t forget, I told you that I have the ability to temporarily increase 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 doesn't seem to be improving strength, but restoring, 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.

Since becoming a 'magic creature', his strength has been growing, not suddenly becoming very strong in a certain 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 folded his hands and rested his chin, looking at Felix with interest.

"You mean time? Many clues show that you are no stranger to time-turners. Of course, all the time-turners were passed on to Minerva through you, and Minerva handed them over to those good students... you have 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.

Maybe you 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 also gave Mundungus a task.

But after inheriting Nick's notes, he lost all hope of Mundungus's 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 Nurmengard Castle.

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.

"Damn, evil, bullying portrait Slytherin kid, I'm your headmaster!"

"Oh." Felix responded blankly.

"Hmph! 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 that time..."

Felix kindly reminded the ancestor of the Black family.

Phineas, 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, which is beyond your comparability!" He said in a triumphant tone: "I heard Having said that, the child he and that female minister—hmm—must have been gifted.”

"Just wait, little bastard!"

　Let me report the situation to everyone: I took a four-hour flight today, and my condition is relatively poor. In addition, I haven’t saved any manuscripts since the Chinese New Year is approaching, so the number of words in these few days may be unstable (should be low).

　　But I try to keep it updated every day.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)