BXBX NOVEL Chapter 677: Where are my feet? Where are my feet?
"Who?" Ivan asked subconsciously, but a figure flashed through his mind.
"Tom Riddle, or we can call him Voldemort!" Dumbledore looked at Ivan carefully and said.
Hermione was taken aback.
Ivan opened his mouth, wanting to explain a few words, and finally closed his mouth dejectedly, saying nothing.
Dumbledore saw Ivan\'s reaction in his eyes and continued speaking without stopping.
"Tom fears death and is fascinated by the power of magic. This is extremely dangerous. However, he himself did not realize this. After successfully graduating from Hogwarts, he is still conducting various dangerous black magic studies, and The most evil guys in the wizarding world mingled together, so that they got deeper and deeper in the quagmire of black magic.
Ten years after he graduated, he once returned to Hogwarts once, hoping to take up a position in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class..."
Having said this, Dumbledore waved his magic wand, and a strange, pale human face slowly appeared on the table, which looked like wax, very narrow and weirdly twisted, with bright red blood in the whites of his eyes.
"This is what Tom looked like at that time." Dumbledore said with a little emotion and regret. "I guessed at the time that he should have undergone many magical transformations like you, but he is not as lucky as you. Obviously His power is out of control..."
Ivan looked at the pale face on the table with a somewhat complicated expression.
Voldemort\'s multiple fusion of blood is not unexpected, because the book "The Origin of Blood" was found by Tom Riddle and placed in the forbidden book area.
Even he could find a way to fuse multiple bloodlines in the secret room of Slytherin, not to mention Tom Riddle, the true Slytherin heir.
It\'s just that the other party does not have the support of the system, can not solve the problem of blood impulse, and refuses to give up this shortcut to quickly improve strength, so that in the end it becomes human and ghost...
"Professor! Ivan is not the same as a mysterious man..." Hermione suddenly broke the calm by speaking.
Ivan turned her head in surprise, Hermione was staring at him firmly, her eyes full of trust, and she did not fear him because of Dumbledore\'s previous words.
"You once told us that the mysterious man is an extremely selfish person who doesn\'t know what love is and has no friends. But Ivan is not like that. He will help Harry practice the spell and change Ron at the ball. A new dress..." Hermione gushed about Ivan\'s help to everyone, and she explained every little thing in her memory clearly.
Ivan, who was listening, felt a little embarrassed, and was touched by Hermione\'s trust in her.
"Of course, I know this very well, Miss Granger." Dumbledore interrupted Hermione\'s words with a smile. "Hals and Tom are naturally different. He is much better than Tom..."
Having said that, Dumbledore probably felt that his words were a little bit ambiguous, so he looked at Ivan and added. "We might as well put it another way. No one of all the students I have taught can achieve so much at your age, even Tom Riddle."
"Your talent is undoubtedly, Hals, surpassing me, and even becoming the most powerful wizard in the history of the magical world is only a matter of time...
So what you need to do most is to understand the powers you have and tap their potential, instead of adding more uncontrollable factors..." Dumbledore said comfortingly.
In his opinion, it is incredible that Ivan can be compatible with several different bloodlines at the same time, but Ivan\'s use of bloodlines can only be described as crude.
"In addition, I hope you can remember one thing, Hals, the accumulation of knowledge and the power of belief are the roots of the wizard\'s power. If you are indulged in the power of these bloodlines, you will never be able to grasp the true mystery of magic!" Dumbledore reminded.
"I see, Professor." Ivan nodded hastily.
He knew very well that Dumbledore was not malicious and really wanted to advise himself.
He couldn\'t understand the disadvantages of multiple magic transformations. If it weren\'t for the help of the system during the fusion of bloodlines these few times, he would have been killed by the blood pulse...
And as the number of blood fusions increased, Ivan also noticed that the benefits of his blood fusion were gradually decreasing.
Now his strength is no better than before, a powerful bloodline magic is just icing on the cake for him, it is difficult to get a qualitative improvement.
It was just the news that Voldemort was about to resurrect before brought too much pressure on him, forcing him to continue to fuse blood to obtain the strength to protect himself.
After all, the fusion of the bloodline and the protection mode provided by the system is the only means that can greatly increase the strength in a short time~www.mtlnovel.com~ and they happen to be matched...
While the others were talking, Moody, who had been lying on the chair behind him, suddenly jumped up from the chair. However, when he landed, his left foot was completely empty and he fell heavily to the ground.
Regarding this as another attack, Moody waved his cane nervously and yelled frantically.
"Where are my feet? Where are my feet? You bugs, get out of my mind, and if you have the courage, come and compete head-on..."
Moody\'s crazy behavior went beyond the expectations of everyone present. Hermione cautiously avoided being hit by Moody\'s stick, and asked tentatively.
"Are you okay? Professor Moody..."
After Moody waved wildly for a while, he stopped panting, his mind seemed to be a little stunned, and his strange magic eyes stared at a few people. After coming over for a while, he said dryly.
"Oh, good evening, Albus, Miss Granger... and... Hals!"
"Do you remember what happened before? Alastor?" Dumbledore stepped forward and helped Moody up, and asked.
"Of course I remember!" Moody struggled with his cane and looked very angry. "Barty Crouch Jr. and Pettigrew Peter broke into my room. I had a fight with them, deliberately using the blasting spell to make some noise."
"But they caught me before the Ministry of Magic arrived... Little Batty dressed up as me with a compound soup and fooled away the Aurors who were following it."
"A few years ago I warned them to look for every suspicious point carefully when handling the case!" Moody yelled irritably. According to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, he cast a spell of mass destruction on the Muggle site. , Auror has the right to take him away for investigation.