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Chapter 678: Where Are My Feet? Where Did They Go?
Chapter 678: Where Are My Feet? Where Did They Go?
"Over the past century, besides you, there is probably only one other person in all of Britain who has successfully undergone a Magic Transformation and survived." Dumbledore's words were sharp.
"Who?" Ivan asked, almost instinctively, a figure flashing through his mind.
"Tom Riddle, or we could also call him—Voldemort!" Dumbledore scrutinized Ivan as he spoke.
Hermione was instantly startled.
Ivan opened his mouth to protest, but in the end, he closed it in resignation, saying nothing.
Dumbledore observed Ivan's reaction and continued without pause.
"Tom's fear of death and his obsession with the power of magic are extremely dangerous. However, he himself did not realize this. After graduating from Hogwarts, he continued to engage in various dangerous Dark Magic research and associate with the most evil wizards, sinking deeper and deeper into the mire of Dark Magic.
Ten years after his graduation, he returned to Hogwarts once, hoping to take the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor..."
At this point, Dumbledore waved his wand, and a strange, pale face slowly appeared on the table. It looked waxy and elongated, twisted in a bizarre way, with eyes that had a fresh, red hue.
"This is what Tom looked like at that time", Dumbledore said, his voice tinged with a mixture of regret and sorrow. "I guessed that he, like you, had undergone multiple Magic Transformations, but he was far less fortunate. It was clear his power had gone out of control..."
Ivan looked at the pale face on the table, his expression complex.
The fact that Voldemort had fused multiple bloodlines did not surprise Ivan. After all, the book Origin of Bloodlines was found and placed in the Restricted Section by Tom Riddle.
If Ivan could find a way to fuse multiple bloodlines in the Chamber of Secrets, how much more so could Tom Riddle, the true heir of Slytherin?
However, without the System's assistance, Tom couldn't resolve the bloodline conflicts and refused to give up this shortcut to rapid power, leading to his eventual transformation into something neither human nor ghost...
"Professors! Ivan is different from the Dark Lord..." Hermione suddenly broke the silence.
Ivan turned to her in surprise. Hermione was looking at him with determination, her eyes filled with trust, showing no fear despite Dumbledore's earlier words.
"You once told us that the Dark Lord was an extremely selfish person who didn't understand love and had no friends. But Ivan is not like that. He helps Harry practice spells and even transfigured a new outfit for Ron at the dance..." Hermione spoke eloquently about Ivan's help, recounting every small detail from memory.
Ivan felt both awkward and touched by Hermione's unwavering trust.
"Of course, I am well aware of that, Hermione Granger", Dumbledore smiled and interrupted her. "Hals and Tom are naturally different. Hals is far more exceptional..."
At this point, Dumbledore seemed to realize his words might be misunderstood, so he looked at Ivan and added, "Let me rephrase that. Among all the students I have taught, no one has achieved as much at your age as you have, not even Tom Riddle."
"Your talent is undeniable, Hals. Surpassing me and becoming the most powerful wizard in the history of the Wizarding World is only a matter of time..."
So, what you need to do most is understand the powers you possess and unlock their potential, rather than adding more uncontrollable factors…” Dumbledore advised.
In his view, it was indeed astonishing that Ivan could simultaneously accommodate several different bloodlines, but Ivan’s use of bloodline abilities could only be described as crude.
“Additionally, I hope you remember this, Hals. The accumulation of knowledge and the power of belief are the true foundations of a Wizard’s strength. If you become infatuated with the powers these bloodlines bring, you will never grasp the true mysteries of Magic!” Dumbledore warned.
“I understand, Professors.” Ivan nodded hurriedly.
He was well aware that Dumbledore had no ill intentions and genuinely wanted to offer him advice.
The drawbacks of multiple Magic Transformations were all too clear to him. If not for the System’s assistance, he would have been killed by the conflicts between bloodlines during the fusions…
Moreover, as the number of bloodline fusions increased, Ivan noticed that the benefits of each fusion were gradually diminishing.
His current strength was no longer what it used to be. A powerful blood magic would only add a superficial boost and was unlikely to provide a significant improvement.
However, the news of Voldemort’s impending resurrection had brought immense pressure, forcing him to continue fusing bloodlines to gain the power necessary for self-preservation.
After all, fusing bloodlines and the Protection Mode provided by the System were the only two methods that could significantly enhance his strength in a short time, and they conveniently complemented each other…
As they were speaking, Mad-Eye Moody, who had been lying on a chair at the back, suddenly jumped up. However, when he landed, his left foot missed the ground, and he fell heavily to the floor.
Seemingly mistaking this for another attack, Mad-Eye Moody waved his wand frantically, shouting wildly.
“Where’s my foot? Where did my foot go? You maggots, get out of my head! If you have the guts, come and face me head-on…”
Mad-Eye Moody’s erratic behavior caught everyone off guard. Hermione carefully moved away to avoid being hit by Mad-Eye Moody’s wand and tentatively asked,
“Are you alright, Professor Moody…?”
After waving his wand around for a while, Mad-Eye Moody stopped, out of breath. His mind still seemed a bit confused, and his magical eye stared blankly at the others. After a moment, he managed to say,
“Oh, good evening, Albus, Hermione Granger… and Hals!”
“Do you remember what happened earlier, Alastor?” Dumbledore stepped forward to help Mad-Eye Moody up and asked.
“Of course I do!” Mad-Eye Moody struggled to support himself with his wand, looking quite agitated. “Barty Crouch Jr. and Peter Pettigrew broke into my house, and we had a fight. I intentionally used a Blasting Curse to make some noise.”
“However, they captured me before the Ministry of Magic arrived… Barty Jr. used Polyjuice Potion to transform into my appearance and fooled the Aurors who came to investigate.”
“I warned them years ago to be thorough and check every suspicious detail when investigating!” Mad-Eye Moody shouted angrily. According to the Ministry of Magic’s regulations, since he had cast a large-scale destructive spell in Muggle territory, the Aurors had the right to take him in for questioning.
(End of Chapter)
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