Chapter 97

But after using it once, Erwin felt that a major issue in his heart had been resolved.

At least I'm not that curious anymore.

But don’t tell me, the purple flame is really cool.

Erwin feels that his current spell training is a bit off.

Everything is purple.

The big melon is purple when chewed, and the fire is also purple.

As we all know, in the formula of all novels.

Those who can play the same attack with different colors are the best.

Sure enough, he, Elvin Cavendi, is the protagonist.

The real protagonist.

A cool batch.

Whistling, Erwin strolled back to the Slytherin common room.

Now the magic power in Erwin's body can be said to be completely empty.

Nothing left.

Erwin needs to take a nap and quickly regain his magic power.

There seems to be no way to restore magic power in the wizarding world.

Take medicine and sleep, those are the two ways.

How about saying that wizards are lagging behind?

Can't even meditate.

Look at other people's novels, the mage can meditate back to blue.

After returning to the Slytherin common room.

It was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

The magic power in Erwin's body has only recovered about one-tenth.

Such empty magic made Erwin feel very insecure.

Enter the code and the door to the common room opens.

Erwin walked in.

Beside the fireplace, there were several little wizards sitting.

They were gathering together, holding books, discussing and studying with each other.

Erwin was very satisfied.

Look, this is Slytherin's hope.

What a great group of kids.

If one day Slytherin can be like Ravenclaw, all academic masters, plus Slytherin's own blood attributes, Erwin feels that the day will come when Slytherin becomes the strongest house.

A group of young wizards also saw Erwin coming back.

Stand up quickly.

"Prefect!"

Erwin nodded: "That's right! Keep up this momentum, Slytherin's future will be brilliant because of you!"

The little wizards felt more motivated after hearing this.

I wish I could just stuff the book in my hand into my head.

Malfoy came to Erwin: "Prefect! Professor Quirrell is here to see you, but you won't be here at that time! He asked you to go to the office to find him!"

The expression on Erwin's face stiffened.

Quirrell?

Mr. Socket, what the fuck?

Why did you catch this guy?

Erwin would not think that it was Quirrell who wanted to see him.

He could ask Quirrell to come to him, designated by the Socket Master.

Malfoy saw Erwin's expression.

"What's wrong? Prefect? ​​Is there something wrong?"

Erwin shook his head: "It's okay! You can continue studying! I'll go back and clean up!"

Malfoy nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Erwin came to his dormitory.

Sit in a chair.

Erwin frowned.

What does the socket guy want when he comes to find him?

Erwin kept his distance from this socket guy.

After all, this guy is really not that easy to deal with.

Even though he lost at the hands of Dumbledore, the performance in the original work was also a bit awkward.

But that was all calculated by Dumbledore and added to the plot.

If Voldemort is really worthless.

Why did Dumbledore plot against Voldemort when he was so powerful?

On the one hand, because of the existence of Horcruxes, Dumbledore could not kill Voldemort without solving all the Horcruxes.

On the other hand, this is not a fear of the socket and a recognition of the strength of the socket.

Especially after witnessing Dumbledore's strength.

Erwin's heart was already full of vigilance towards these old men.

The battle between Dumbledore and those men in black robes that day really shocked Erwin.

The flames that almost dyed the entire sky red.

It's simply outrageous.

And how strong was Voldemort, who fought back and forth with Dumbledore at his peak?

Erwin shuddered subconsciously.

Horrible socket sperm.

Erwin's mental communication system.

"System! What level is the socket's magic power?"

【bite! Peak Voldemort, the magic power is from level six up to level seven down! 】

Erwin scratched his head: "Do you want to listen to what you are saying, between six and seven? It's six point five!"

【bite! It’s okay for the host to say so! Voldemort's magic power at his peak was indeed higher than level six, but he could not reach level seven! 】

Erwin said: "Then if the true combat power can be visualized, what level is Voldemort at?"

【bite! According to the system data, if all factors are considered in terms of actual combat power, Voldemort's combat power should reach level eight. Dumbledore and peak Grindelwald are also at this level! 】

Erwin frowned: "That's not right! Is Voldemort so powerful?"

【bite! The system only simulates Voldemort's peak state. This state is Voldemort's best age, best strength, and no split Horcruxes! 】

Erwin understood.

The lovely Mr. Socket, splitting the Horcrux weakened himself.

Tsk tsk tsk, I’m afraid he’s a fool.

Erwin asked, "What about me?"

【bite! Simulate the current age of the host and control the curse! Without considering thermal weapons, the host's combat power is about level five! Note, what we are talking about here is when the host is at full firepower! 】

Elvin thought for a moment: "According to this, Voldemort, who only has a face left, should not be much stronger than me!"

[Can you study it yourself? I've told you everything! What fun do you have? A little trick doesn't count! If you trick too much, it will be boring! ]

Elvin pouted.

A stingy system.

Sure enough, this system is not very good.

The system is no longer able to complain.

This is not very good?

What is good? How about making you a god directly?

Elvin considered whether to meet the socket spirit.

He didn't know what the socket spirit wanted to find him.

Especially now that Dumbledore was not around.

Who knew if Voldemort would have any bad intentions.

But, to be honest, Elvin was really curious about Voldemort.

After thinking for a long time, Elvin felt that he should go to see Voldemort.

If Elvin didn't even dare to meet a Voldemort who was extremely weak.

How could he face those unknown enemies?

Erwin snapped his fingers.

It was a happy decision.

With the Apparition, Erwin was safer in both advance and retreat.

So it was not impossible to meet this socket spirit.

But some preparations had to be made.

Erwin flipped his wrist.

The next moment.

Killer weapons appeared on the table.

Erwin checked the safety of all weapons.

Then he filled the magazines.

Finally, Erwin set his eyes on the last item on the table.

Arrow-propelled grenade, or RPG for short!

Erwin picked up the launcher and loaded the rocket.

After fixing the safety, he could fire it directly after taking it out.