Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 130 Swallowing the Curse Alive
"Bang, bang."

Voldemort thumped his chest twice, pointed at Hagrid, "Auld Lang Syne, Hagrid."

Hagrid had black lines all over his head, and he felt that he had done something wrong, especially with Dumbledore watching.

But looking at Quilo's familiar face, he really couldn't connect this person with his evil senior...

Good Hagrid is still too naive - judging people by their appearance is also a bad habit.

"Go downstairs and watch, Hagrid, leave this to me." Dumbledore said, dissolving Hagrid's embarrassment.

After all, his look of wanting to make a move but hesitating at the same time is really uncomfortable.

"Okay, principal."

Hagrid said apologetically, turned his head and gave Voldemort a deep look, and strode away.

Voldemort watched him leave with a smile, and there was no trace of anxiety in his expression—since he had reached the eighth floor, there was no reason why he couldn't leave.

"I've always wondered why you ran here, Tom."

Dumbledore came to the corridor on the eighth floor, staring at Voldemort who was slowly retreating, "Now, can you tell me the reason?"

"I want to duel with you, Albus, and I've been thinking about it for a year," Voldemort gasped, trying to catch his breath and calm himself.

"Duel?" Dumbledore glanced at Voldemort with doubts in his eyes, "In this state?"

"I thought it would be much later, Albus, but I've changed my mind now, and I want to try."

As Voldemort said, he moved his wand slightly in front of him, and a purple-gold restoration spell with time-space characteristics appeared in front of him.

Dumbledore was not in a hurry to act, but looked at Voldemort's actions with some doubts in his eyes-has my student gone crazy again?
Voldemort didn't explain anything, he just kept casting the Restoration Curse until the purple-gold light in front of him became extremely bright—he almost poured all the remaining magic power in his body into the Restoration Curse.

"I'm not interested in competing with you for repairing spells, Tom, although I admire your specialization in magic, but now is not the time." Dumbledore said.

"Don't use the power of the castle, just use your own strength to duel with me, how about we try?" Voldemort asked Dumbledore, looking away from the Restoring Curse.

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, nodded, tilted his wand, let the wand twist downward, then received it on his chest, and bowed slightly - this is dueling etiquette.

A smile bloomed on Voldemort's face, and then he restrained his smile and returned the salute seriously.

"I will try my best to control the magic power to avoid invincible victory." Dumbledore said, "Of course, in the end I will definitely not keep my strength, you understand."

"Thank you very much already, Albus."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he suddenly leaned forward, and his whole face was invaded by the shining purple-gold spell.

Dumbledore looked at Voldemort suspiciously, he didn't understand the meaning of Voldemort's actions.

"Hmm~"

Voldemort took a long breath, and the purple-gold spell entered his body along his nostrils, which made him shiver comfortably, and made him let out a soft and perverted "Ah~~".

"How to make the most of Porto, Albus, I've thought about it for a long time."

Dumbledore looked at Voldemort, and he saw a flash of purple-gold light on Voldemort.

"Until one day, I thought...why not become a spell?"

As Voldemort said, he raised his right hand--that hand kept changing, with big bony joints appearing for a while, and more than half of it disappeared for a while.

"Giving magic a soul, giving magic thoughts, giving magic emotions...that is the choice of the gifted, and mediocre people like me...can only give magic a body."

"You are too self-effacing."

Dumbledore said with a frown - he felt that the scene in front of him was too weird, and he even thought that Voldemort had gone on another evil path.

"There will be talent." Voldemort said with a smile, his whole body contorted, "but until then, I still don't want to be too ordinary."

Dumbledore didn't speak, but pointed at the relief on the side with his wand, and the relief immediately jumped down and rushed towards Voldemort.

"If you accidentally destroy your body, Quirrell, I must first apologize to you."

Voldemort said, standing up and rushing towards the relief.

Dumbledore didn't use other magic, or changed more reliefs, he was paying attention to Voldemort, this was just a temptation.

Voldemort collided with the relief, but at the moment of contact, most of his body shone with a purple-gold light and disappeared, passing directly through the relief, and then reappearing.

Arriving behind the relief in an instant, Voldemort turned around and grabbed the head of the relief, then twisted his arms from his shoulders, transferring power to his elbows and palms like a mechanical dance.

"Snapped."

The palm made a wave invisible to the naked eye, and there was only a very weak magic power in that wave.

Dumbledore's eyes froze, he recognized the wave, it was Porto, but such weak magic power...

Magic power determines the power of magic. Every wizard knows this. He doesn't think such weak magic power can have any effect.

However, the reality was completely different from what he had imagined. The fluctuations spread downward, instantly shattering the entire relief.

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

"If you don't experience it yourself, Albus, you have no idea what kind of world this is." Voldemort turned to look at Dumbledore and said.

His eyes are a little empty, or, more specifically, the world in his eyes is different...

At this time, everything visible to the naked eye is floating with a looming wave pattern, which is exactly the inherent composite sine wave of each item.

The meaning of repairing mantra wave maps is to find these wave maps and control them through emotions - to find the most complete wave map points.

And when Voldemort transformed himself into the Repair Mantra, he had the ability to see all of this.

Not only that, he even felt that he had the ability to change everything.

"I don't think I have such a chance to experience it, right?" Dumbledore said, "It is only possible to make the spell have the characteristics of time and space. Tom, Porto is really suitable for you."

Voldemort nodded, agreeing with Dumbledore's statement.

Indeed, if it weren't for the [Lin Zuo Moment], the curse would last forever, and he wouldn't be able to do all of this - using the restoration spell Botu on himself, he would only get the golden body of Botu instead of merging with it .

Voldemort wanted to try this idea for not a day or two, but he never dared to do it. Today was also his first time, and it seemed to work surprisingly well.

"You can't use any other magic in this state, can you, Tom?"

Dumbledore pointed out the weakness of this state, and he was always sensitive to grasp all the loopholes.

"Indeed, Albus, but in this state, can you prevent me from leaving?" Voldemort asked rhetorically.

Dumbledore frowned, lost in thought.

(End of this chapter)