However, after using it once, Alvin felt that a big problem in his heart had been solved.
At least not so curious anymore.
But you know what, purple flames are really cool.
Erwin felt that his current spell training was a little off track.
Everything is purple.
The big melon is purple, and the fierce fire is also purple.
As we all know, in the routine of all novels.
Those who can use the same attack in different colors are the best.
Sure enough, he, Elvin Cavendish, is the protagonist.
The real protagonist.
It’s so cool.
Whistling, Erwin strolled back to the Slytherin common room.
Now the magic power in Erwin's body can be said to be empty.
There is nothing left.
Erwin needs to sleep to recover his magic power quickly.
It seems that the wizarding world has no means of restoring magic power.
Take medicine and sleep, those are the only two options.
Otherwise, wizards are said to be backward.
I can't even meditate.
Look at the novels where mages can meditate to restore their mana.
After returning to the Slytherin common room.
It's already past ten o'clock in the evening.
Only about one tenth of the magic power in Erwin's body was restored.
Such empty magic made Erwin feel very insecure.
Enter the code and the door to the common room opens.
Erwin stepped inside.
Next to the fireplace, there were several little wizards sitting.
They are gathered together with books in their hands, discussing and studying with each other.
Erwin was very satisfied.
Look, this is Slytherin's hope.
What a good group of kids.
If one day Slytherin could be like Ravenclaw, full of academic masters, coupled with Slytherin's inherent bloodline attributes, Alvin felt that the day when Slytherin became the strongest college would come.
The little wizards also saw Alvin coming back.
He stood up quickly.
"Prefect!"
Erwin nodded. "Excellent! Keep up the momentum! Slytherin's future is bright because of you!"
After hearing this, the young wizards felt more motivated.
I wish I could just stuff the book in my hand into my head.
Malfoy came to Erwin's side: "Prefect! Professor Quirrell came to see you, but you were not there! He said you should go to his office to see him!"
Erwin's expression froze for a moment.
Quirrell?
Mr. Socket, what the hell?
How did this guy target me?
Erwin didn't think it was Quirrell himself who wanted to see him.
The fact that Quirrell came to him must have been instructed by the socket spirit.
Malfoy saw Erwin's expression.
"What's wrong? Prefect? Is something wrong?"
Erwin shook his head. "It's okay! You continue studying! I'll go back and clean up!"
Malfoy nodded without asking any further questions.
Erwin came to his dormitory.
Sit in a chair.
Erwin frowned.
What does the socket expert want to do by looking for him?
Erwin kept his distance from this socket expert.
After all, this guy is really not that easy to deal with.
Even though he lost to Dumbledore, his performance in the original book was also a bit disappointing.
But that was all planned by Dumbledore, plus the plot killing.
If Voldemort is truly worthless.
Why did Dumbledore, who was so powerful, still plot against Voldemort?
On the one hand, because of the existence of Horcruxes, Dumbledore could not kill Voldemort unless he dealt with all of them.
On the other hand, isn't this a kind of fear of the socket and a recognition of its strength?
Especially after witnessing Dumbledore's strength.
Alvin's vigilance towards these old men has been completely raised.
Dumbledore's battle with the men in black robes that day really shocked Alvin.
The flames that almost dyed the entire sky red.
It's simply outrageous.
And how powerful was Voldemort when he fought Dumbledore back and forth at his peak?
Erwin shuddered subconsciously.
Horrible socket spirit.
The communication system in Erwin's mind.
"System! What's the level of the socket spirit's magic power?"
[Ding! Peak Voldemort, magic power is above level six, below level seven!]
Erwin scratched his head. "Do you want to listen to what you're saying? Between six and seven? It's six and a half!"
[Ding! There's nothing wrong with what the host said! At his peak, Voldemort's magic power was indeed higher than level six, but it didn't reach level seven!]
Erwin said, "If one could visualize his true combat power, what level would Voldemort be at?"
[Ding! According to the system data, if we take into account the actual combat power, Voldemort's combat power should be able to reach level eight. Dumbledore and peak Grindelwald are also at this level!]
Erwin frowned. "That's not right! Is Voldemort really that powerful?"
[Ding! The system is only simulating Voldemort's peak state. This state is when Voldemort is at his best age, at his best strength, and without any split Horcruxes!]
Erwin understood.
Dear Mr. Socket, the splitting of the Horcrux has weakened his own strength.
Tsk tsk tsk, this guy must be a fool.
"What about me?" Erwin asked.
[Ding! Simulate the host's current age and control the spell! Without considering hot weapons, the host's combat power is approximately level 5! Note that this refers to the host's full firepower!]
Erwin thought for a moment and said, "If that's the case, then Voldemort, now that only his face is left, shouldn't be much stronger than me!"
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