: Resolving Confusion

The atmosphere in the cemetery was gloomy and terrifying. The faint lights in the town of Little Hungerton in the distance did not add a little vitality, but instead dotted like ghost fire in the background of the conversation between Voldemort and Bellatrix, acting as a terrifying element common in horror stories.

Voldemort was wearing a loose black robe, his naked skin reflected the pale moonlight, and he spoke softly, Bellatrix's head was getting lower and lower, but his eyes were shining in the desolate cemetery.

"Yes, Master-I've been looking forward to this moment," Bellatrix said in a flattering tone: "They absolutely couldn't have imagined!"

Tonight is destined to be a chaotic day.

"Dumbledore, there is something wrong with your body." Felix said with a serious expression, his eyes turned into a grayish white like a hedge, looking 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 silverware were made by Dumbledore, just like the light-out machines he had demonstrated before. At least Felix believed that their function would not be "just" to spit out a stream of smoke happily. The two of them didn't say anything... After a while, Dumbledore took off the gloves on his right hand, looked at it carefully for a moment, and then placed the dry and charred hand in the smoke. The blackness of his palm became no longer pure, as if some old and mottled paint had begun to peel off and fade.

After about ten minutes, the hand in the smoke stopped changing, but it did not recover completely normally. If you look closely, you will find that some very tiny black things were entangled in the palm lines of the palm, which were evil and stubbornly twisted.

"That Horcrux - Gunter Ring," Dumbledore said softly: "There is a particularly powerful curse on it, which is secret and powerful. And - maybe Voldemort himself did not expect that the material of this ring itself was very attractive to me. He was a mistake, but in short, I was completely confused-"

"Maybe it's not my life. I have been bringing you the Christmas gifts I gave me during that time," he smiled again and praised: "The design idea is very clever, and it makes people unable to help but study..."

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

"It's more magical than any detector I've ever seen," Dumbledore corrected. "It's not about exploring external dangers, but about examining one's own abnormalities... I have to emphasize it again, the design idea is very clever."

He continued: "I took some time to study the curse on it and successfully extracted some of it." As he said, Dumbledore showed Felix the hand, as if showing off his achievements.

"So the result of your research is to re-engage yourself with a curse?" Felix said incredibly.

Dumbledore smiled: "Oh, although I kept saying that Voldemort was pitiful, it was because he devoted all his thoughts to the wrong path. I have thought more than once that if he could go on the right path, would these tragedies happen..."

"Felix, when facing him, it is best not to have unrealistic fantasies, especially those related to his research field. It is not easy to hide from him, and this is a necessary price."

"The price..." Felix repeated.

"That's right, so you should understand why I don't tell you the reason for the duel location. Voldemort takes the initiative in the duel, and he can leave at any time and open up battlefields elsewhere, and then we will be passive."

After a moment of silence.

"Is it just that?" Felix asked.

He pointed to his eyes and said, "If the curse is a necessary price, I can understand, I believe you can trap it. What I want to say is another thing-in my eyes, your soul is like a swaying torch, which is complete but abnormally beating, or does the curse hurt your soul? This is impossible. If Voldemort had the ability, he would have been hiding to treat his ugly soul on the verge of collapse... Do you know what I was thinking, Dumbledore? You seem to be brewing some terrible plan. I even doubt whether you can defeat Voldemort now is different from what we discussed at the beginning!"

He unconsciously raised the volume, and the portraits on the wall opened their eyes one after another. Phoenix Black said in a sarcastic tone: "It's so rude. Similar things wouldn't happen in my time. I particularly prefer order-"

Felix waved his hand back, and Phoenias's mouth in the portrait was immediately stuck, and he screamed in anger.

"No, Felix," Dumbledore said. "We have been on the right path, and I have never thought about starting a new job. All I have done is to make up for possible loopholes in the plan. I have ample confidence in this duel, and don't forget that I told you that I have the skills to temporarily improve my strength."

Felix frowned.

"Since you mentioned it," he put on an attitude of "asking by the way". "That skill... I can't figure out how to do it at all. It seems that it is not about improving strength, but about restoring, or tracing the origin... You have this strength, but it is not now, but the most peak state in your life..."

Speaking of this, Felix himself was also a little surprised.

Since becoming a 'magic creature', his strength has been growing, not suddenly becoming very strong in some aspects, but an all-round improvement. Of course, the most essential change is magic, but not just magic. The strength and control of the spells he rarely uses also increased with the flow.

He once made a conjecture in the Magic Wen Club, "The process of studying magic is actually the process of retrieving one's own spell casting instinct." His personal experience seems to have verified this.

"Is it a transfiguration? Bloodline magic? Black magic? Or - related to time?"

"Why do you say that?"

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

"You talk about time? Many clues show that you are not unfamiliar with time converters. Of course, all time converters are transferred to Minerva by your hands, and Minerva is handed over to those good students... You have ample opportunities to study time converters. Even..."

Felix stopped with a strange look. He suddenly thought of a question worth thinking about, that is, has Dumbledore been to the Department of Mysterious Affairs? However, this is no longer verified, because even if he has been there, Dumbledore would not be as blatant as he did, stealing most of his energy from time.

Maybe we can change the question, is Dumbledore interested in studying time magic?

Yes, who can withstand the temptation of "time"? Anyway, Felix himself can't do it. Even if there is no "Ms. Jane", he will find an opportunity to study it himself. He has never forgotten that he has given Montongus a task.

However, after inheriting Nick's notes, he had no hope for Montongus's fortune.

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

Even Grindelwald is the same, except that he is now locked up in Newmont Gaardburg.

Dumbledore did not answer this question, and did not even talk about the previous question. He just sighed sentimentally, "Time, time, through time, how many people have longed for you to win your favor?"

He waved his hand and let Phoenas's sealed mouth open again. As soon as he untied his restraints, Phoenas Black began to curse, Felix raised his eyebrows threateningly, and the witch immediately hid behind a green flag in the portrait.

"Damn, evil, bullying the portrait of Slytherin, I am your principal!"

"Oh." Felix responded expressionlessly.

"Hmph! I'll go find my great-grandson--"

"Well--Principal Black? Have I mentioned it to you? I caught Sirius with my own hands, right in Black's old house, and he was wanted at that time..."

Felix kindly reminded the ancestor of the Black family.

Phineas, hiding in the green flag of the picture frame, screamed strangely, "He will always have children! The blood of the Black family is noble and pure, not something you can compare to!" He said in a proud tone: "I have heard of it, and the children he gave birth to - um - must be of talent."

"You wait, little bastard!"

I will report to you a situation: I took a plane for four hours today and my condition is relatively poor. In addition, I have not saved the manuscript as the Chinese New Year approaches, so the number of words in the past few days may be unstable (it should be relatively low).
Chapter completed!