Chapter 597: Unraveling

the Mystery The atmosphere in the cemetery was gloomy and terrifying. The faint lights in the town of Little Hangleton in the distance did not add any vitality. Instead, they dotted the background of the conversation between Voldemort and Bellatrix like will-o'-the-wisp, acting as a kind of terrifying element commonly seen in horror stories.

Voldemort was wearing a loose black robe, and his exposed skin reflected the pale moonlight. He spoke in a low voice, and Bellatrix's head was getting lower and lower, but her eyes were shining in the desolate cemetery.

"Yes, Master - I have been looking forward to this moment," Bellatrix said in a flattering tone: "They will never think of it!"

Tonight is destined to be an unpeaceful day.

"Dumbledore, there is something wrong with your body." Felix said sternly, his eyes turned into a grayish white without pupils like the Thestrals, and he looked up and down at the old man sitting behind the long-legged table without any concealment.

Dumbledore smiled and lowered his head to stare at the strange silverware in front of him.

Felix guessed that these silver objects were made by Dumbledore himself, just like the De-Lighter he had demonstrated before. At least Felix thought that their functions would not be "just" to happily spit 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 black color of his palm was no longer pure, like some old and mottled paint began to peel and fade.

After about ten minutes, the hand in the smoke stopped changing, but it did not return to normal. If you look closely, you will find that there are some very tiny black things entangled in the palm lines of that hand, twisting evilly and stubbornly.

"That Horcrux - the Gaunt Ring," Dumbledore said softly, "has a particularly powerful curse on it, secret and powerful. And - perhaps Voldemort himself did not expect that the material of the ring itself would be very tempting to me. He was lucky by accident, but in short, I was completely confused -" "

Maybe it was not my fate. I kept carrying the Christmas gift you gave me during that time," he smiled again and praised, "The design idea is very clever, and it makes people want to study it..."

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

"It's more amazing than any detector I've ever seen," Dumbledore corrected, "It's not to detect dangers from the outside world, but to examine its own abnormalities... I have to emphasize again that the design idea is very clever."

He continued, "After I brought the ring back, I spent some time studying the curse on it and successfully extracted a part of it." As he spoke, Dumbledore showed Felix the hand, as if showing off his achievements.

"So the result of your research is to let yourself be cursed again?" Felix said in disbelief.

Dumbledore smiled. "Oh, although I always say that Voldemort is pitifully ignorant, it is because he has put all his thoughts on the wrong path. I have thought more than once, if he could take the right path, would these tragedies still happen..."

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

"Price..." Felix repeated.

"Yes, so you should also understand why I don't tell you the location of the duel. Voldemort has the initiative in the duel. He can leave at any time and open up a battlefield somewhere else. At that time, we will be passive."

After a moment of silence.

"Is that all?" Felix asked.

He pointed at his eyes and said, "If the curse is a necessary price, I can understand that, and I believe you can trap it. What I want to say is another thing - in my eyes, your soul is like a swaying torch. Although it is intact, it is beating abnormally. Or has the curse hurt your soul? This is impossible. If Voldemort had that ability, he should have hidden away to heal his ugly soul that was on the verge of collapse... Do you know what I'm thinking of, Dumbledore? You seem to be brewing some terrible plan. I even doubt whether you can defeat Voldemort now. This is different from what we discussed at the beginning!"

He raised his voice unconsciously, and the portraits on the wall opened their eyes one after another. Phineas Black said in a sarcastic tone: "How rude. Similar things would not have happened in my time. I particularly prefer order--"

Felix waved his hand back, and the mouth of Phineas in the portrait was immediately glued shut, and he cried "woohoo" in frustration.

"No, Felix." Dumbledore said, "We have been on the right track. I have never thought of starting over. What I have done is just to fill in the possible loopholes in the plan. I have full confidence in this duel. Don't forget, I told you that I have a technique to temporarily improve my strength."

Felix frowned.

"Now that you mentioned it," he put on an attitude of "asking by the way", "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 trace back to the source... You already have this strength, but not now, but the peak state of your life..." At

this point, Felix himself was a little surprised.

Since becoming a "magical creature", his strength has been increasing. It is not that he suddenly became very strong in one aspect, but that he has improved in all aspects. Of course, the most essential change is still magic power, but it is not just magic power. The strength and control of those spells that he rarely uses have also increased.

He once proposed a conjecture in the Magic Club, "The process of studying magic is actually the process of regaining one's own casting instinct." His personal experience seems to verify this point.

"Is it Transfiguration? Blood magic? Dark magic? Or - related to time?"

"Why do you say that?"

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

"You said time? Many clues show that you are no stranger to time turners. Of course, all time turners were passed on to Minerva by you, and Minerva gave them to those good students... You had ample opportunities to study time turners. Even..." Felix

stopped, with a strange look in his eyes. He suddenly thought of a question worth thinking about, that is, whether Dumbledore had ever been to the Department of Mysteries? However, this point can no longer be verified, because even if he had been there, Dumbledore would not be as blatant as he was and steal most of the time energy.

Perhaps we can change the question to ask, does Dumbledore have an interest in studying time magic?

Yes, who can resist the temptation of "time"? Anyway, Felix himself can't do it. Even if there was no "Ms. Jane", he would find opportunities to study it himself. He didn't forget that he had given Mundungus a task.

But after inheriting Nick's notes, he no longer had any hope that Mundungus would get lucky.

It can only be said that for great wizards like Felix and Dumbledore, as long as they are given sufficient preparation time, there is no foolproof defense in this world. Voldemort is of course included, so Ms. Bones did not take back that part of the time energy.

Even Grindelwald is the same, but he is now imprisoned in Nurmengard Castle.

Dumbledore did not answer this question, and did not even talk about 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 let Phineas's sealed mouth open again. As soon as he was untied, Phineas Black began to curse. Felix raised his eyebrows threateningly, and the wizard immediately hid behind a green flag in the portrait.

"Hateful, evil, Slytherin brat who bullies the portrait, I am your headmaster!"

"Oh." Felix responded expressionlessly.

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

"Um--Principal Black? Did I tell you that I caught Sirius Black with my own hands, right in the old Black house, when he was still wanted..."

Felix kindly reminded the ancestor of the Black family.

Phineas, hiding in the green flag of the picture frame, screamed, "He will have children! The bloodline of the Black family is noble and pure, you can't compare!" He said in a smug tone: "I've heard that the child he and that female minister--um--will have must be gifted." "Just

wait, little bastard!" Let me

report to everyone: I took a four-hour flight today, and my condition is not very good. In addition, it is close to the Chinese New Year, and I haven't saved any manuscripts, so the number of words in the past few days may be unstable (it should be low).

But I will try my best to update every day.