Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

In the east tower, the four-person research team reunited, and there was an additional Madam Pomfrey.

"Quirinas, I think this..." Dumbledore rubbed his temples and tried to persuade, "It's too risky. Maybe we can use Porto..."

"Albus, believe me." Voldemort said solemnly, "This is not a sudden thought, and we are fully prepared."

Voldemort looked at Madam Pomfrey. She was the school nurse and her medical magic was very powerful.

"If it's just a small wound..." Madam Pomfrey met Dumbledore's gaze and said, "Even if the repair spell causes physical problems, I can solve them."

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

"If that doesn't work, let me do it." Percy said bravely.

"What you said is so ignorant."

Voldemort looked at him dissatisfied and glared at him fiercely.

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

"Do you know how well I understand Potu?"

"Do you know the meaning of what I do, and what is the ultimate goal?"

He asked three questions in a row, making Percy lower his head in shame.

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

Dumbledore spoke, but Voldemort disagreed.

"We are just exploring magic, Albus, as long as you are here, I believe I will not have any problems." Voldemort said firmly.

"I support Professor." Hermione stood up and said, "Someone has to try, and Professor has good reasons."

Voldemort smiled at her and thanked her for her support.

"Okay, it seems we can't stop you, so let's give it a try." Dumbledore said helplessly, taking out the Elder Wand - as the greatest white wizard, he also has good skills in medical spells. .

Voldemort nodded, then picked up the sharp knife beside him, and without hesitation made a cut on his arm. Blood spurted out instantly, but Voldemort just looked at it coldly.

"That's it, Quirinus, use it," Dumbledore said.

Voldemort nodded, then picked up the wand and flicked it. The purple-gold magic spell instantly fell on the wound, blood began to flow backwards, and the scratched wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When everything returned to normal, Voldemort's arms were as before, with no trace of scratches visible.

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

"No problem at all, Madam Pomfrey, I can feel it." Voldemort said with a smile.

He succeeded, even if it was only a small step, but it proved that his idea was correct.

"The repairing spell itself cannot have such an effect, that's for sure." Madam Pomfrey said after she stepped back, "It should be Potato who made the spell change."

"The curse has not changed." Dumbledore stepped forward and looked at it and said, "It's just that the ripples gave him a deeper understanding of the curse, and, as he said, it can only be used on himself."

"The self-healing spell has medical effects. If this is true, then the professor's other theory..." Hermione was interrupted mid-sentence.

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

"I think I understand this Botu well enough to try it," Voldemort insisted.

Dumbledore frowned, looking like he didn't want the attempt to continue.

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

"How do you feel?" Dumbledore asked.

"Fight for control of Porto, use a scrap of paper." Voldemort said.

Then, Hermione tore up a piece of paper and placed it between the two of them. Both of them pointed to the shredded paper, and then...

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

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

Neither side will win based on magical strength, but rather on the understanding of wave patterns - that is, the ability to manipulate the compound sine wave of the repair spell.

"Whoosh."

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

But Voldemort did nothing, just watched quietly.

The paper healed instantly, and then returned to its completely broken state. It could be seen that Dumbledore had adjusted the compound sine wave, and at the same time he looked at Voldemort in confusion.

"Snapped."

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

Dumbledore's eyes widened in surprise. He tried hard to adjust the waveform, trying to keep the paper in a completely broken state, but this could not change the changes in the paper.

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

"Start at the trough of the ripple, where the control lies," Voldemort said.

"call."

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

"Snapped."

Another snap of the fingers, and the paper became half-fragmented again.

"If you are like me and let the spell connect..."

"It will become a competition of magic power." Voldemort interrupted Dumbledore and said, "I can't beat you in magic power, Albus."

Dumbledore nodded and gave up on using magic to control the paper.

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

"[The Secret of Time], that is a forbidden book, but it contains a method to experience being inflicted by the Repair Curse. Working backwards on Botu has deepened my understanding of Botu." Voldemort did not hide it, because he certainly couldn't hide it. .

"I see." Dumbledore suddenly said, "You have experienced the Restoration Curse, right?"

"Many times, my nerves have been numbed by pain." Voldemort said with a smile, "Albus, can I try that idea?"

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

Voldemort let out a long breath, then picked up his wand, and before using the spell, he looked at Hermione.

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

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

"Come on, Professor, you can do it, at least in theory there is no problem at all." Hermione clenched her little fist and encouraged Voldemort.

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

"Buzz."

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

Disappear into thin air.

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