Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 92 Give Love to Magic

"I'm sorry, Dumbledore."

Gellert waved the blue Fiendfyre away, "Did I frustrate you?"

Dumbledore frowned, but finally nodded with a sigh.

Voldemort on the side couldn't help complaining about Grindelwald: In front of an existence like you, how many people can feel no frustration.

"Don't fall into the confusion of the mediocre, Albus, I just found my own magical path earlier."

Grindelwald stepped forward and sat beside Dumbledore, stroking his back, "A temporary lead doesn't mean anything, Albus, maybe one day you will defeat me."

That day has come, you are now in Nurmengard... sputtered Voldemort.

"I want to know what your magical path is," said Dumbledore - looking refreshed.

"Integrate, Albus." Grindelwald shared without hesitation, "Let magic have thoughts, not just emotions."

Dumbledore frowned, thinking about Grindelwald's words.

Voldemort also immersed himself in his thoughts, and he thought of the "Grindelwald Gas Stove", which was amazing enough.

In my memory, it is a magic that can pass through people who agree with my ideals, and those who do not agree with them will be swallowed by fierce flames:

Vader Rozier and Abernathy made it through with ease, Queenie made it through with pain, and Krall - who seemed to be a complete believer in Grindelwald - died in it.

Krall failed to pass, probably because he had too many distracting thoughts and hesitation, and in his heart, he did not agree with Grindelwald's philosophy.

This just verifies what Grindelwald said just now-giving magic thought.

Great idea, Mr. Grindelwald... praised Voldemort in his heart.

"The thinking is too complicated, Gellert." Dumbledore shook his head and said, "Although your magic is amazing enough, I don't agree with it."

Dumbledore's words attracted both Grindelwald and Voldemort to look at him, both of them were surprised.

"Want to hear more, Albus," said Grindelwald.

"I think that everyone's thoughts are different, and thoughts in different periods are also different. If you give magic thoughts for a long time..."

Dumbledore frowned, he seemed to be looking for an appropriate word, and while the two waited quietly, he finally found the word, "Extreme, Gellert, this will make you go to extremes."

"why?"

This time, it was Grindelwald's turn to frown, and Voldemort listened quietly.

"You and I both know that black magic requires evil emotions, and thoughts are deeper than emotions. When you put thoughts into magic for a long time..."

Dumbledore looked at his "best friend" worriedly, "Once your thoughts fall into darkness or evil, the magic will reverse and tamp down those bad thoughts."

Voldemort nodded straightly. He himself did not reject black magic, but having experienced the backlash of black magic, he agreed with Dumbledore's ideas.

But Grindelwald was completely different, his brows parted instantly, and he patted Dumbledore on the back, saying, "How could I be wrong, Albus, you know me, right?"

After Dumbledore was taken aback, he nodded without hesitation. It seemed that he felt that he really thought too much.

"If you don't need to think, what are you going to invest in magic?" Grindelwald asked, changing the subject.

Voldemort noticed that Grindelwald's eyes flickered a little, and he changed the subject as if on purpose, but Dumbledore in the scene didn't notice.

It's just that I didn't notice it at the time, the old bee must have returned to watch this scene countless times... Voldemort pouted, he didn't agree with the old bee's habit.

"With love, Gellert."

Dumbledore said without hesitation, "Emotions are the cornerstone of magic. I think this is enough. There is no need to put in deeper thoughts. Instead, it is better to choose among emotions."

"But what to do then, Albus?" Grindelwald obviously couldn't understand Dumbledore's thoughts, and neither did Voldemort.

Love, this is very Dumbledore, cuteness does not mean power.

Harry's mother, Lily Potter's ancient spell about love, represents power?

No, Voldemort didn't think so.

It represented knowledge, inheritance, family and pure blood, and Voldemort did not believe that Muggle-born Lily could learn that old enough magic on her own.

Obviously, the pure-blood Potter family with a long enough history is the source of that magic.

"I'll try it, maybe I'll create my own magic in the future, maybe I won't, who knows."

Dumbledore didn't give a precise answer, but he still pointed to the decoration, and it seemed that he wanted to try it now.

Both Grindelwald and Voldemort waited with bated breath - the former unsure of what to expect, the latter certain that the old bee would succeed.

He shared this part of memory with himself for teaching, so there must be a concept of success, if not, then all the previous things would be too long and useless.

Sure enough, with his magic power, the object began to change, and soon turned into a human-shaped wooden sculpture, which looked very thin.

"Loving indeed, Dumbledore, but too flimsy..."

Before Grindelwald finished speaking, the villain had already waved a stick like a magic wand in his hand, and then a flame spewed out...

The little wooden man created by the transfiguration technique actually knows magic?
Both Grindelwald and Voldemort's eyes widened in surprise. They looked at Dumbledore incredulously, but saw his eyes filled with tears.

"She always uses this magic to light the fireplace when the three of us feel cold." He said, turning his head to look at the fireplace—more precisely, above it.

Voldemort followed his gaze and saw a portrait of a beautiful woman with a note on her identity below:

Kendra Dumbledore...

Albus Dumbledore's mother, the Muggle-born wizard mother who was unfortunately killed by magic during the magic riot of Albus's sister, Ariana.

"Oh, Albus, I'm sorry to bring back sad memories, but your magical talent is really impressive..."

Grindelwald's voice is getting smaller and smaller, everything around him is slowly disappearing, and the memory is over, including the memory of Quirrell.

When Voldemort's consciousness returned to Quirrell's body, he did not move for a long time, standing in place like a wooden sculpture, thinking about what he saw and felt.

All of this was too explosive, whether it was Grundelwald's "Give Magic Thought" or Dumbledore's "Give Magic Love", Voldemort was deeply involved and couldn't extricate himself.

Never had he seen the winding path of magic so clearly at this moment, neither Lin Zuo's soul nor Voldemort's soul had ever been baptized like this.

Damn it, you really don't want to teach me really useful knowledge... After calming down, Voldemort thought so.

Of course, it must be the consciousness of Voldemort's remnant soul that dominates this idea.

(End of this chapter)