Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 111 A Brave Attempt

In the East Tower, the four-person research team reunited, and there was an extra Madam Pomfrey.

"Quirinas, I think so..." Dumbledore rubbed his temples and tried to persuade him, "It's too risky, maybe we can take Porto..."

"Albus, believe me." Voldemort said in a deep voice, "This is not a whim, and we are fully prepared."

Voldemort looked at Madam Pomfrey. She was the school doctor, and she was very powerful in medical magic.

"If it's just a small wound..." Madam Pomfrey met Dumbledore's gaze and said, "Even if the Restoring Curse causes problems in the body, I can solve them."

There was some hesitation in Dumbledore's eyes, and it was obvious that he still disagreed.

"If not, let me do it." Percy said bravely.

"Your words are too ignorant."

Voldemort looked at him dissatisfied, and gave him a hard look.

"Do you know how much I prepared for this?"

"Do you know how much I understand Porto?"

"Do you know the meaning of my doing this, and what is the ultimate goal?"

After asking three times in a row, Percy lowered his head in shame.

"I can understand your obsession with this magic and Botu, Quirinus, but you can't go astray..."

Dumbledore spoke, but Voldemort disagreed.

"We are just looking for magic, Albus, with you here, I believe I will be fine." Voldemort said firmly.

"I support the professor." Hermione stood up and said, "Someone has to try, and the professor has enough reasons."

Voldemort smiled at her, thanking her for her support.

"Well, it looks like we can't stop you, so let's try." Dumbledore said helplessly, and at the same time took out the Elder Wand—as the greatest White Wizard, he also has good skills in healing spells .

Voldemort nodded, then picked up the sharp knife on the side, and cut a wound on his arm without hesitation. Blood gushed out instantly, but Voldemort just watched coldly.

"Almost, Quirinus, use it," said Dumbledore.

Voldemort nodded, then picked up the wand and shook it lightly, the purple-gold spell fell on the wound instantly, the blood began to flow back, and the cut wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When everything was back to normal, Voldemort's arm was the same as before, and no scratches could be seen.

"Let me take a look." Madam Pomfrey stepped forward and checked for Voldemort.

"It's all right, Madam Pomfrey, I can feel it." Voldemort said with a smile.

He succeeded, although it was only a small step, but it proved the correctness of his idea.

"The Restoration Curse itself cannot have such an effect, that's for sure." Madam Pomfrey stepped back and said, "It should be Porto who changed the spell."

"The spell hasn't changed." Dumbledore said after stepping up to watch, "it's just that the ripples gave him a deeper understanding of the spell, and, as he said, it can only be used on himself."

"The self-healing spell has a medical effect. If this is true, then another theory of the professor..." Hermione was interrupted in the middle of her sentence.

"That's too dangerous, Hermione, and Quirinus, I don't think that's the right choice," said Dumbledore.

"I feel that I have a deep enough understanding of this Porto to try it out," insisted Voldemort.

Dumbledore frowned; he didn't look like he wanted the attempt to go ahead.

"Perhaps you can feel my understanding of Porto, Albus." Voldemort said again.

"How does it feel?" Dumbledore asked.

"For control of Porto, with a scrap of paper," said Voldemort.

Then, Hermione tore up a piece of paper and placed it between the two of them, both of them pointed to the scrap of paper, and...

"I choose its half-broken state, Albus, and you?" Voldemort asked.

"Completely fragmented state, come on, Quirinus, let me see how well you understand Porto." Dumbledore said.

Both sides won't win based on magic power, but based on their understanding of Botu—that is, the ability to manipulate the composite sine wave of the healing spell.

"Whoosh."

A spell hit the shredded paper, Dumbledore maintained the magic connection, and the golden-purple light was connected to the shredded paper from his hand.

And Voldemort did nothing, just watched quietly.

The paper healed in an instant, and then returned to a completely broken state in an instant. It can be seen that Dumbledore has adjusted the composite sine wave, and at the same time he looked at Voldemort suspiciously.

"Snapped."

Voldemort snapped his fingers, and a faint purple-gold light melted into the paper, and the paper began to repair instantly.

Dumbledore's eyes widened in surprise. He tried his best to adjust the waveform, trying to keep the paper in a completely broken state, but this did not change the change of the paper.

"How did you do that?" Dumbledore asked in surprise.

"Start at the trough of the ripple, and the control is there," said Voldemort.

"call."

The paper was broken again, and Dumbledore's continuous magic output finally had an effect, but Voldemort was not in a hurry.

"Snapped."

Another snap of the fingers, the paper was once again half shredded.

"If you're like me, let the spell connect..."

"That would turn into a magic contest," interrupted Dumbledore, Voldemort. "I can't beat you, magic, Albus."

Dumbledore nodded, giving up on controlling the paper with magic.

"Your understanding and control over Porto have far surpassed me, even beyond my imagination." Dumbledore said, with doubts in his eyes - he couldn't figure out why.

"[Secret of Time], that is a forbidden book, but it contains the method of experiencing the healing spell, and reversed Botu, which deepened my understanding of Botu." Voldemort didn't hide it, because he definitely couldn't hide it. .

"So that's it." Dumbledore suddenly said, "You have felt the Restoration Curse, haven't you?"

"Many times, so many that my nerves are numb with pain." Voldemort said with a smile, "Albus, may I try that idea?"

Dumbledore still frowned, but in the end he chose not to stop it.

Voldemort breathed a sigh of relief, then picked up his wand, and looked at Hermione before casting the spell.

"If I lose half my body, Hermione, get me a better wheelchair, something as high as the Muggle world."

Voldemort's joke made Hermione laugh, but then she looked nervously at Voldemort.

"Come on, professor, you can do it, at least theoretically there is no problem at all." Hermione clenched her small fists, encouraging Voldemort.

Voldemort nodded, then swung his wand violently, a dazzling purple-gold light lit up, and hit himself hard again.

"Om."

In an instant, the spell took effect, and Voldemort's figure...

Disappeared out of thin air.

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