vncnus Chapter 116 offers absolutely no gaming experience.
Chapter 116 offers absolutely no gaming experience.
Chapter 116 offers absolutely no gaming experience.
"What do we do now, Principal?"
Although Ryan wanted to advise Dumbledore not to worry about anything else, since he had already paid the price, he didn't mind paying a little more and just subdued Voldemort.
However, the principal was, after all, a man from the 19th century. As an old-fashioned educator, advising him to lay a hand on his own students was not much different from advising a father to kill his son.
Ryan could only urge Dumbledore to make a decision as soon as possible.
Didn't you see Gale, the "senior Auror," already eager to try? Ryan felt that if the headmaster didn't make a decision soon, he would miss the boat.
"Dumbledore, I don't need you to give me the Philosopher's Stone. Just let me leave Hogwarts Castle, and I'll return Quirrell's body." Voldemort seemed to have lowered his demands.
Dumbledore's eyebrows relaxed slightly, and his wand began to tap in the air.
This action made Gail frown and nudged Dumbledore twice with his elbow, signaling Dumbledore to be serious.
"Tom, I regret to inform you that I refuse." After a considerable amount of time, Dumbledore finally made up his mind to capture Voldemort here, no matter the cost.
Quirrell's face showed Voldemort's shock and bewilderment. How could Dumbledore, who was usually indecisive and soft-hearted, be so resolute this time!
He didn't have time to think it through. Since the negotiations had broken down, he could only rely on his special circumstances and the fact that Quirrell's body wasn't his own to break through the encirclement.
In the next instant, Voldemort forcibly used Apparition, and after suffering the backlash from Hogwarts Castle, cracks appeared on his body.
He didn't appear anywhere else, remaining in the same spot. "Undeniably, the large alchemical matrix set up by Lady Ravenclaw and Mr. Slytherin a thousand years ago made the entire Hogwarts a unified whole."
Someone spoke, and Voldemort looked at him. It was the old wizard whom Lane called Teacher Flamel. He slowly said, "Therefore, without the corresponding authorization, one cannot perform prohibited acts within Hogwarts, such as Apparition."
"As a Slytherin descendant, you possess certain privileges, so after paying a certain price, you can Apparate."
Voldemort was furious at this claim: "What do you know! Everything in the castle was designed by Slytherin, the greatest of the Four! Of course I can Apparate at will!"
The old man didn't argue with him: "If it were Hogwarts, one of those two who were in charge, I think it wouldn't be so easy to modify the alchemy matrix in parts of the castle."
That's incredibly arrogant! This guy actually puts himself on the same level as the Four Greats! Voldemort was furious: "Who are you?!"
"Nico Flamel," the old man said calmly.
"What about Nicolas Flamel? Is Nicolas Flamel so great—" Voldemort blurted out, only realizing halfway through his second sentence that Nicolas Flamel was indeed great.
No! How did Dumbledore manage to bring this person out?!
Even during my prime, I, Fu, never encountered him!
This game has absolutely no balance. If the White Wizard faction isn't nerfed soon, will it even be playable?
Voldemort felt that this online wizarding world on Earth offered no gaming experience whatsoever, and that the developers only knew how to keep buffing the white wizards!
Now even the descendants of Slytherin can't Apparate inside Hogwarts!
Since they couldn't take down Ryan, a mere child, in the short term; Nicolas Flamel and Dumbledore were even less of a threat, and Flitwick, the Headmaster of the House, was no pushover either, the only option was to start with that unfamiliar old man, forcing them into disarray, and then seize the opportunity to escape—
After weighing the pros and cons and making careful calculations, Voldemort turned his attention to Gale and immediately launched two Avada Kedavra attacks.
The ordinary act of eating a melon is nothing more than a regular killing curse, but Voldemort's act of eating a melon is not like that.
That was Voldemort's Wand, the signature spell that made him a force to be reckoned with in the magical world. Just as Ryan sensed, he incorporated his understanding of death into the Killing Curse, making the spell extraordinarily powerful.
The only weakness of Voldemort's Killing Curse might be Harry's Disarming Curse.
"The essence of death, though its other aspects are not so great, still has its own style in exploring the essence of magic, which is commendable." Gale nodded in approval as he watched the Killing Curse rushing towards him. As he spoke, a blue fire suddenly burst into flames in front of him, completely engulfing the green light.
No matter how difficult the idea is, it's all so tricky—Voldemort's heart is completely broken. Judging from this blue flame, this old man is no less powerful than him!
The blue flames seemed to echo somewhere—but he didn't have the energy to think about it carefully, from initially wanting to capture a hostage to later wanting to catch the enemy off guard and cut off a finger.
In the end, he realized that he couldn't take down any of the five people in front of him in a short time, and he might even be captured alive by the five of them one by one!
For a moment, Voldemort felt a deeper despair than the night he faced Harry and lost his magic and physical body.
No, I'd better just abandon Quirrell's body and use my current state to break through. Voldemort, get your magic going.
Thus, a large mass of corrosive magic, carrying the eternal aura of death, formed a black mist.
The moment the black mist appeared, it was like ink dripping into a pool, constantly eroding the surroundings.
Appearing and disappearing amidst the black mist was Quirrell's body, which was covered in cracks, like shards of ceramic that had been smashed to the ground, with only a few bits of glue holding it together.
Then, from within the thick black fog, one mournful face after another rolled forth, and Voldemort rode these faces straight toward the five.
"This is a feint, a show of force, before they run for their lives."
Sure enough, the black mist rushed halfway before turning back and running towards the exit. Ryan pretended to be working hard and cast the Ironclad Curse on his teammates, and sure enough, three out of the five became untargetable.
"Stop cursing!" He pretended to be working hard to output damage.
The spell struck the black mist, but the mist did not react at all.
The scene was as expected, but it made Ryan seem to discover something, because there was a feeling on the black mist that Voldemort had transformed into that he could not choose.
"Mr. Gale just spoke of the essence of death," he pondered. It was clear that Voldemort's integration of the essence of death into his spells represented a new level of magical mastery.
Just like Mr. Flamel's expertise in alchemy, he could draw on conceptual ideas to create alchemical tools. Combining his own magical experience with his understanding of powerful wizards, Ryan deduced that once a wizard has mastered a certain area of magic, the next step is to incorporate his own insights into those spells.
What type of understanding is this?