Chapter 597

The atmosphere in the cemetery was eerie, and the faint lights of the distant town of Little Hangleton, instead of adding a little vigour, adorned the background of Voldemort and Bellatrix's conversation like a ghost, acting as some sort of terrifying spectacle. A common scary element in stories.

Voldemort, clad in a loose black robe, his bare skin reflecting the pale moonlight, spoke softly, Bellatrix's head lower and lower, but his eyes gleamed in the desolate graveyard .

"Yes, Master—I've been looking forward to this moment," Bellatrix tried to flatter. "They never thought of it!"

Tonight is destined to be a restless day.

"Dumbledore, there is something wrong with your body." Felix said with a stern expression, his eyes turned pupilless gray like Thestrals, and he looked up and down the old man sitting behind the long-legged table without concealment.

Dumbledore smiled and looked down at the strange silverware in front of him.

Felix guessed that the silverware was made by Dumbledore himself, like the deluminator he had demonstrated before, at least Felix didn't think their function was 'just' merrily spitting out 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 the dry, charred hand in the smoke. The blackness of his palm became no longer pure, like some old mottled paint began. Peeling, fading.

After about ten minutes, the hand in the smoke no longer changed, but it did not return to normal. If you look closely, you will find some very tiny black things entangled in the palm print of the palm, evil and stubborn. twisted.

"That Horcrux—Gaunt's Ring," Dumbledore said softly, "has a particularly powerful curse on it, hidden and powerful. And—perhaps Voldemort himself didn't realize that the ring's material itself had something to do with me. It's very tempting, he's hitting right, but in short, I'm completely dizzy-"

"Maybe it's because I should not die. I have been taking the Christmas gift you gave me during that time," he smiled again and praised: "The design idea is very ingenious, and I can't help but study..."

"It's just a probe." Felix curled his lips.

"More amazing than any probe I've ever seen," corrected Dumbledore, "not to detect the dangers of the outside world, but to examine its own anomalies... I must repeat, the design is very clever."

He continued: "After I brought the ring back, I spent a little time studying the curse on it, and successfully extracted some of it." With that, Dumbledore showed Felix the hand, seemingly showing off his results.

"So the result of your research is to reinfect yourself with the curse?" Felix said incredulously.

Dumbledore smiled: "Oh, although I keep saying that Voldemort is pitifully ignorant, it's because he's putting all his mind on the wrong path, and I've thought more than once that if he's on the right track, these Will the tragedy still happen..."

"Felix, when facing him, we'd better not have unrealistic illusions, especially those related to his research field. It is not easy to hide from him. This is a necessary price."

"The price..." Felix repeated.

"Yes, 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 the battlefield elsewhere, then we will be passive."

After a moment of silence.

"Is that so?" Felix asked.

He pointed to his eyes and said, "If the curse is a necessary price, I can understand it, and I believe you can trap it. I want to say another thing - in my eyes, your soul is like a The swaying torch, although intact, is beating abnormally, or is the curse hurting your soul? This is impossible, if Voldemort had that ability, he would have been hiding and healing his ugly soul that was on the verge of collapse... Know what I'm thinking, Dumbledore? You seem to have some terrible plan brewing. I even doubt that you can defeat Voldemort now, unlike what we discussed at the beginning!"

He involuntarily raised the volume, the portraits on the wall opened their eyes, Phineas Black said in a yin and yang tone: "It's rude, nothing like this would have happened in my time, I especially prefer order-- —”

Felix waved his hand backwards, and Phineas' mouth in the portrait was immediately glued together, and he screamed "woohoo" in exasperation.

"No, Felix," said Dumbledore. "We've been on the right track, and I've never thought of starting over, just to fill in the holes that might exist in the plan. I have full confidence in this duel. , don't forget, I told you that I have the skills to temporarily improve 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 seems that it is not to improve strength, but to restore, or to trace the source... You have this strength yourself, but not now, but at the peak of your life..."

Having said this, Felix himself was a little surprised.

Since he became a 'magical creature', his strength has been growing, not suddenly becoming stronger in one aspect, but an all-round improvement. Of course, the most essential change is still magic, but it is not just magic. The strength and control of those spells that he rarely uses have also risen with the tide.

He once put forward a conjecture in the Rune Club, "The process of researching magic is actually the process of retrieving one's own spellcasting instinct." His personal experience seems to verify this.

"Transfiguration? Blood magic? Black magic? Or—is it about time?"

"Why do you say that?"

Dumbledore crossed his hands and held his chin, looking at Felix with interest.

"You mean time? There are many clues that you are no stranger to time-turners, of course, all time-turners are passed to Minerva through your hands, and Minerva to those good students... You have Plenty of opportunity to study time-turners. Even…”

Felix stopped, his eyes were weird, he suddenly thought of a very worthwhile question, that is, has Dumbledore ever been to the Department of Mysteries? But this is impossible to verify, because even if he did, Dumbledore would not be as blatant as he was, stealing most of the time energy.

Maybe another way of asking, is Dumbledore interested in studying time magic?

Yes, who can withstand the temptation of 'time'? Anyway, Felix couldn't do it himself, even if there was no such thing as "Ms. Jane", he would find opportunities to study it himself. He didn't forget that he had given Mundungs ​​a mission.

But after inheriting Nick's notes, he gave up any hope of Mundungus' 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 defensive place in this world. Voldemort of course counted, so Ms. Burns didn't want that part of the time energy back.

Even Grindelwald, except he's now locked up at Nurmengard Castle.

Dumbledore didn't answer this question, didn't even mention the previous question, he just sighed sentimentally, "Time, time, how many people have longed for your favor throughout the ages?"

He waved his hand and opened Phineas' gagged mouth again. As soon as the restraints were released, Phineas Black began to curse, Felix raised his eyebrows threateningly, and the wizard immediately hid behind a green flag in the portrait.

"Damn, wicked, portrait-busting Slytherin kid, I'm your headmaster!"

"Oh," Felix responded with a blank expression.

"Humph! I'm going to find my great-great-grandson—"

"Um—Headmaster Black? Did I mention to you that I caught Sirius with my own hands, in Black's old house, and he was wanted at the time..."

Felix kindly reminded the ancestor of the Black family.

Phineas, who was hiding in the green flag of the picture frame, screamed, "He will always have children! The blood of the Black family is noble and pure, you can't compare!" He said in a triumphant tone: "I listen to it all Having said that, the child he and that female minister—hmmm—has had to be gifted.”

"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, as the Chinese New Year is approaching, I have not saved the manuscript, so the number of words in these days may not be stable (it should be low).

But I try to keep it updated every day.