Hogwarts: I Am The Only One Who Is A Cultivator

"Am I handsome again?"

Ye Feng's words shocked everyone in the stands, because they did not expect that Ye Feng's first words after making such a scary statement would be this.

But when they saw the huge octopus arms, their astonishment quickly turned into joy and even carnival. The reason was simple. They hadn't eaten takoyaki, sizzling squid or anything like that for a long time.

As the night slowly fell, as the smells came out from the barbecue grills beside the black lake, the depression caused by Fu Rong and others because of today's defeat all dissipated, because the smell of this 'squid' was really amazing!

Even Furong, who was relatively ladylike, had a round belly at the end of her meal. While Ye Feng and the others were eating barbecue and drinking various delicious juices, drinks or wine, the other side It's a completely different scene.

In a dark cemetery, a 'child' with no nose and frighteningly white skin looked at the night sky outside the window and suddenly felt a little lonely for some reason.

"It seems to have become a lot cooler all of a sudden. I don't know if those losers can succeed."

"It's a pity that the mysterious book only contains cultivation methods and no matching spells." Voldemort muttered with a look of disappointment on his face.

At the beginning, he was actually a little unconvinced. He thought that the author of this book might have great ideas, but his magical attainments were not necessarily as good as his own.

However, when he began to slowly ponder and practice, he realized that he was wrong, and he was very wrong.

Although he really didn't want to admit it, Voldemort had to admit that he and the author of this book were not on the same level or in the same world at all.

At first glance, the book looked very abstruse, and he couldn't understand many things at all. But after further study, he found that it wasn't that the content of the book was too abstruse for him to understand, but that the original content of the book... was not in English. .

Yes, after careful study he found some clues.

Although the person who translated this book has worked very hard, many things are still lacking. This is not because the translator is not good, but because the language families of Ye Feng and Ye Feng are different, so there are some deficiencies after the conversion.

This is determined by the language families of both parties, and this difference cannot be erased by mastering it.

After discovering this, Voldemort began to think about which language and literature system it should be. Don't tell me, he actually found it in the end.

Although Voldemort's main area of ​​activity is the United Kingdom, as the Dark Lord of the entire magical world, he still has something to offer, so in the end, after comparing it with many parties, he discovered that this mysterious training book should be translated from Chinese.

In the end, he spent nearly a month translating the English translation back into Chinese, and spent half a month carefully comparing it word for word, and finally came up with a version of the cultivation classics that he believed to be the original version.

The reason why Voldemort did this is very simple, because he found that although the English version can also be practiced, the meaning is still inferior after all, so he is always a little uncomfortable when practicing.

And after he discovered that this should be translated from Chinese, and actually translated one of the paragraphs, and practiced according to the Chinese, he found that it was smoother than before.

Because of this, Voldemort expended so much effort to translate the entire book.

It was this translation that made Voldemort realize that perhaps this training book was... incomplete.

It’s not that there aren’t many ways to practice magic.

Even in the English version of this book, Voldemort couldn't find any flaws at all. It could be said that this training book was completely perfect for Voldemort and could not tolerate any changes.

However, after practicing, he always felt that there was still something missing.

At first he didn't understand what was missing, but when his strength fully recovered and even improved, he knew what was missing.

He has magic power, but he cannot fully exert the power of this rich magic power, because even the most terrifying Avada Kedavra he has mastered cannot fully exert the true power of his magic power.

Now he can even release Avada Kedavra continuously, but even if he releases Avada Kedavra continuously or even releases two or three magic at the same time, he still doesn't feel any pressure.

In other words, the magic and spells he currently masters cannot reach his limit at all, and this is only after he has practiced the magic power cultivation method for a short time.

Therefore, Voldemort concluded that this tome must be incomplete, and there must be another one that can match it and allow those who practice magic to fully unleash their abilities.

Realizing this, Voldemort was both excited and regretful.

He was excited because his guess might be true, but regretful because he had never heard of such a book. Although Sirius obtained the cultivation method earlier than him, he had not used any of it. A magic that matched his guess.

"Perhaps, if I want to know all this, I have to go to Hogwarts in person, or capture Ye Feng, who is likely to be the first to get the book."

"If I can get the other missing book, maybe I can... rule the whole world!"

"Haqiu!"

When Voldemort was thinking about someone, Ye Feng sneezed hard.

"Ronald, can you be gentle when you sprinkle the cumin powder? The cumin powder has blown to my side."

Ronald: (；￣д￣)

Ronald, who was happily sprinkling cumin powder on a chicken leg that was almost roasted, couldn't help but sweat when he heard Ye Feng's words, and then quickly turned his head and apologized to Ye Feng.

"Okay, I remember." As he spoke, Ronald turned slightly to block the wind blowing from the lake, and slowed down the action of spreading cumin powder, becoming more 'gentle'.

Seeing Ronald's actions, Ye Feng nodded with satisfaction, then rummaged around in his storage space, trying to find something good to bake, and then...

Ye Feng: ヾ(´▽｀;)ゝ

Looking at the 'little cloth bag' in his hand that exuded a faint black air and a familiar aura, a few drops of cold sweat fell from Ye Feng's forehead. Then he carefully glanced around and found that no one was looking at him, then lowered the bag carefully. He stretched out his finger and poked it lightly.

"Hey, Lao Fu, are you dead? The flower that's not dead, squeak?"

Ye Feng's movements were very covert. Except for Zhang Qiu and Luna who were sitting next to him, even Hermione, who was sitting a little further away and was concentrating on grilling a few skewers of squid, didn't notice it.

Of course, although Ye Feng's voice was very small, the people gathered around still heard it, so they all froze instantly.

"Gulu~"

"Ye...Ye Feng, you won't...catch another...Voldemort, right?" When Harry asked this question cautiously, he nervously turned his head to pay attention to the surrounding situation.

When Ye Feng heard Harry's words, he immediately denied it in a low voice: "No, how can there be so many Voldemorts in this world for me to capture..."

"Huh, then..."

"I caught this."

"Click~"

The sound of everyone turning to stone sounded.

"Caught...caught?" Ye Feng's words made Hermione, including Harry, who had not yet finished breathing, turn to stone.