Chapter 678 Where Are My Feet? Where Did My Feet Go?

"In the past hundred years, apart from you, there is probably only one exception in England who has successfully undergone magical transformation and survived." Dumbledore's words were very sharp.

"Who?" Ivan asked subconsciously, but a figure flashed in his mind.

"Tom Riddle, or we can also call him - Voldemort!" Dumbledore looked at Ivan carefully and said.

Hermione was immediately startled.

Ivan opened his mouth and wanted to defend himself, but finally closed his mouth dejectedly and said nothing.

Dumbledore saw Ivan's reaction in his eyes and continued to speak without stopping.

"Tom is afraid of death and obsessed with the power of magic. This is extremely dangerous. However, he himself is not aware of this. After successfully graduating from Hogwarts, he is still conducting various dangerous black magic research, and The most evil guys in the wizarding world mingle together, sinking deeper and deeper into the quagmire of dark magic.

Exactly ten years after he graduated, he returned to Hogwarts once, hoping to take up a position in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class..."

Having said this, Dumbledore waved his wand, and a strange, pale human face slowly appeared on the table. It looked like wax, very long and narrow, weirdly twisted, and the whites of the eyes were bright red.

"This is what Tom looked like at that time." Dumbledore said with a little emotion and regret. "I guessed at that time that he should have undergone many magical transformations like you, but he was far less lucky than you. Obviously His power is out of control..."

Ivan looked at the pale face on the table with a complicated expression.

The fact that Voldemort merged bloodlines many times was not beyond his expectation, because the book "Origin of Bloodline" was found by Tom Riddle and placed in the forbidden book area.

Even he could find a way to fuse multiple bloodlines in Slytherin's secret chamber, let alone Tom Riddle, the true heir of Slytherin.

It's just that the other party didn't have systematic help, couldn't solve the problem of bloodline conflict, and refused to give up this shortcut to quickly improve their strength, so that in the end they became neither human nor ghost...

"Professor! Ivan and the mysterious man are different..." Hermione suddenly spoke and broke the calm.

Ivan turned his head in surprise. Hermione was staring at him firmly, her eyes full of trust, and she was not afraid of him because of Dumbledore's previous words.

"You once told us that the mysterious man is an extremely selfish person who does not know what love is and has no friends. But Ivan is not like this. He will help Harry practice spells and transform Ron into a man at the ball. A new dress..." Hermione kept talking about Ivan's help to everyone, detailing everything, and clearly stated every little thing in her memory.

Ivan, who was listening, felt a little embarrassed, but also touched by Hermione's trust in him.

"Of course, I know this very well, Miss Granger." Dumbledore interrupted Hermione with a smile, "Hals and Tom are naturally different. He is much better than Tom..."

At this point, Dumbledore probably felt that his words were somewhat ambiguous, so he looked at Ivan and added. "Let's put it another way, no one I've ever taught has accomplished so much at your age, not even Tom Riddle."

"There is no doubt about your talent, Hals. It is only a matter of time before you surpass me and even become the most powerful wizard in the history of the magic world...

So what you need to do most is to understand the powers you have and tap into their potential, rather than adding more uncontrollable factors..." Dumbledore said consolingly.

In his opinion, it is incredible that Ivan can be compatible with several different bloodlines at the same time, but Ivan's use of bloodline abilities can only be described as poor.

"In addition, I hope you can remember one thing, Hals, the accumulation of knowledge and the power of belief are the foundation of the wizard's power. If you are intoxicated with the power brought by these bloodlines, you will never understand the true secret of magic!" Dumbledore reminded.

"I understand, professor." Ivan nodded quickly.

He knew very well that Dumbledore had no ill intentions and really wanted to give him advice.

He was very clear about the disadvantages of multiple magical transformations. If it hadn't been for the help of the system when merging bloodlines these times, he would have been killed by bloodline conflicts...

And as the number of bloodline fusions increased, Ivan also noticed that the benefits from his bloodline fusions were gradually decreasing.

Now his strength is not as good as before. A powerful blood magic is just the icing on the cake for him, and it is difficult to get a qualitative improvement.

It's just that the news that Voldemort was about to be resurrected put too much pressure on him, forcing him to continue to fuse his blood to gain enough power to protect himself.

After all, integrating bloodline and the protection mode provided by the system are the only two methods that can significantly improve strength in a short period of time, and they happen to be complementary...

While several people 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 missed the step and he fell heavily to the ground.

Perhaps thinking this was another attack, Moody waved his cane nervously and yelled crazily.

"Where are my feet? Where have my feet gone? You bedbugs, get out of my mind and come and compete head-on if you have the guts..."

Moody's crazy behavior was beyond the expectations of everyone present. Hermione carefully avoided being hit by Moody's cane 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 confused. His strange magic eyes stared at a few people. He came over for a while and then said dryly.

"Oh, good evening, Albus, Miss Granger... and Hals!"

"Do you remember what happened before? Alastor?" Dumbledore stepped forward, helped Moody up, and asked.

"Of course I remember!" Moody struggled to support his body with his cane, looking very angry. "Barty Crouch Jr. and Peter Pettigrew broke into my house. I had a fight with them and deliberately made some noise with the blasting spell."

"But they captured me before the people from the Ministry of Magic arrived...Little Barty used Polyjuice Potion to disguise myself as me and fooled the pursuing Aurors."

"Early on, I warned them to look for every suspicious point carefully when handling the case!" Moody shouted angrily. In accordance with the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, he cast a spell of mass destruction on Muggle territory. , Aurors have the right to take him away for investigation.