Chapter 225 Negotiations End! The Painful Scars Resurface!
Chapter 225 Negotiations End! The Painful Scars Resurface!
As Dali spoke, his face lit up with excitement, filled with anticipation.
Dumbledore imagined it: even if Dudley's magical abilities had increased tenfold, let alone Dudley's current level, he still wouldn't be able to withstand the spells even if Dudley's spell power had increased tenfold!
With teammates like this, he won't have to shoulder the burden alone anymore.
Perhaps in the future, after Voldemort is defeated, he can live a very happy retirement life with his family and friends.
They pushed the arduous task of being the principal onto Dali.
A pleasant thought flashed through Dumbledore's mind, but he quickly became serious and reminded him:
"Dali, you must be careful about how practicing dark magic affects your emotions, will, and personality, lest you become a slave to power."
"Don't worry! I'll be very careful about that! I'll fuse your rowan wand with mine sooner or later, whether it's black magic or white magic, I want it all!"
Dali said firmly, "I never want to taste failure again! This ghost cultivator Mo Xuan has taught me a lesson and given me a wake-up call."
I can fly fast, dodge high, and have great strength. These are my strengths, but they don't make me invincible.
I lack the ability to break through enemy defenses and attack strong points, and my defensive capabilities are even more lacking.
If the enemy wields a magical artifact or uses powerful, explosive radiation magic to transform themselves into a shelled hedgehog, even if I pounce at lightning speed, I won't achieve anything and will only end up being driven back.
Upon hearing this, Dumbledore was at a loss for words. After considering his options, he finally said:
"Dali, you're being too hard on yourself! You're only eleven years old, yet you've already surpassed the vast majority of wizards in the magical world. If your attack power isn't considered formidable, then there aren't many formidable wizards left in the magical world!"
Didn't you say before that the evil secret cultivator named Mo Xuan was only relying on the power of his magic weapon? Why bother…?
Dudley interrupted Dumbledore before he could finish his words of comfort:
“In a real life-or-death battle, no one cares how old you are. Harry was still an infant when Voldemort cast the Killing Curse on him.”
Furthermore, regardless of whether the enemy relies on magical weapons or unleashes a burst of life force, at that moment, strength is strength. If you are not strong enough, the only outcome is defeat!
I will remind all teachers and students of this point during my speech on the playground after breakfast!
And you and I, people whose thinking has matured, are even less able to be satisfied with the status quo. We must keep learning, keep striving, and always remember to improve our abilities and make up for our shortcomings!
If you were strong enough to overwhelm Voldemort, the wizarding world would have been peaceful long ago!
Dumbledore was speechless.
They fell silent.
Young people are so energetic!
His mindset isn't young enough; he needs to work harder!
Seeing that Old Deng was silent, Dali felt bored and began the last topic of the discussion:
"I also gained a valuable experience from this night's battle."
That was when I personally demonstrated how to sever the connection between Voldemort's split soul and the soul of a living Horcrux.
At that time, I mainly used the protective energy of the Guardian Charm.
The positive energy generated by this joyful and positive emotion has a strong restraining effect on things like the Voldemort soul fragments, which are filled with evil dark magic.
This provides us with a new approach and a backup plan.
If, when separating Voldemort's soul fragment from the three Horcruxes, the soul fragment, under the influence of the potion, remains entangled with the Horcrux and difficult to extract using Mr. Flamel's soul-absorbing magic, we can quickly finish the job with the energy of the Patronus Charm!
Dumbledore readily agreed with the suggestion, and then said:
“I originally intended to work with Professor Flitwick to research a mental cutting spell as a backup plan, but now it seems that the Patronus Charm might be more effective.”
"Professor Flitwick used a spell on a blue magic saw during the battle to help me cut the soul-snatching chains released by the ghost cultivator Mo Xuan. The source of this is here."
Dudley suddenly realized that the spell was actually quite good, but the saw lacked a crisp and clean feel, and was too slow when cutting through the soul, so it wasn't very suitable.
"That's right! It's that magic. It's not perfected yet, which is why I didn't tell you before."
Dumbledore replied, "To conjure a momentary mental slicing spell is too difficult and cannot be accomplished in the short term."
So we first chose the saw, a magical configuration with a longer running time, and created the spell.
Now that we have an idea for the Guardian Angel Spell, we can put this spell on hold.
Dali immediately objected, saying, "No, we can't put it off! Give me a copy of the cultivation materials."
We need to continue our research, to study more mental attack and defense magic. This is a weakness of our wizarding profession, and we must make up for it!
We can't keep limiting our thinking to petty mental magic like Legilimency and Imperius; we need direct and effective mental attacks and defenses!
Dumbledore's head was starting to swell.
Since he met Dudley, he rarely had any free time. He worked day and night without a break!
I had to do all kinds of work, from dirty jobs to tiring jobs to mentally taxing jobs.
He has no reason to refuse.
He was really afraid that his old bones wouldn't be able to hold up and he would collapse from exhaustion.
It seems he'll have to get Snape to brew him several more large pots of Buffet's Brain-Boosting Potion.
Outside the principal's office window, the sun was gradually rising above the horizon; dawn was breaking.
Dali encouraged Old Deng a couple more times, then extracted his memories and manifested them using meditation water.
He had Old Deng take a picture of the ghost cultivator Mo Xuan's appearance with a magic camera, and then left with the research notes on clone magic and mental magic that Old Deng had given him.
Dumbledore was left alone and began to write furiously at his desk in the headmaster's office.
Old Deng controlled more than a dozen quill pens, dipped them in ink, and wrote simultaneously on more than a dozen sheets of parchment.
This is a letter to the Ministers of Magic of various Western countries, mainly reminding them of the danger and harm of the ghost cultivator Mo Xuan, and issuing a widespread magical arrest warrant.
Subsequently, Old Deng wrote a formal letter to the Chinese Ministry of Magic, questioning the ghost cultivator Mo Xuan about the matter.
Then he wrote a letter to his old friend Liu Tao, inquiring about the situation privately.
And write to Professor Slughorn to inform him in advance of the visit scheduled for a few days later.
Finally, he wrote a letter to Kingsley, the Minister for Magic whom he had appointed, about Hagrid's development of a love-side magical creature contract spell and his plan to release dragons.
Instruct Kingsley to guide subsequent public opinion in the wizarding world and create momentum for Hagrid.
By the time Old Deng finished writing all the letters and sent them out using a different magical method of communication, it was already broad daylight, and it was time for Tuesday's breakfast.
However, Dudley was not in a good mood at this moment.
He went back to the first-year boys' dormitory in Gryffindor, only to find that all his roommates were awake and not lying in their own beds, but gathered around Harry's bed.
Harry, meanwhile, lay on his bed, drenched in cold sweat, clutching the scar on his forehead, his face pale and in great pain.
"Dali, you're finally back!"
When Ron saw Dudley enter the room, he said with a mixture of surprise and slight reproach, "You have no idea how uncomfortable and painful Harry was just a few hours ago!"
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