Hogwarts: I'm the only one who cultivates immortality

"Am I handsome again?"

Ye Feng's words stunned everyone in the stands, because they didn't expect Ye Feng's first sentence after making such a scary move was actually this.

But when they saw the huge octopus arms, their astonishment quickly turned into joy and even carnival. The reason was simple. They hadn't eaten takoyaki, sizzling squid or anything like that for a long time.

As the night slowly fell, with the smell of barbecue grills emitting from the black lake, Furong and the others' depression caused by today's defeat all dissipated, because the smell of this 'squid' is really amazing!

Even Furong, who was relatively ladylike, had a round belly at the end of her meal. While Ye Feng and the others were eating barbecue and drinking various delicious juices, drinks or wine, the other side It's a completely different scene.

In a dark cemetery, a 'child' with no nose and frighteningly white skin looked at the night sky outside the window and suddenly felt a little lonely for some reason.

"It seems to have become a lot cooler all of a sudden. I don't know if those losers can succeed."

"It's a pity that the mysterious book only contains cultivation methods and no matching spells." As he murmured, Voldemort's face was filled with disappointment.

At the beginning, he was actually a little unconvinced. He thought that the author of this book might have great ideas, but his magical attainments were not necessarily as good as his own.

However, when he began to slowly ponder and practice, he realized that he was wrong, and he was very wrong.

Although he really didn't want to admit it, Voldemort had to admit that he and the author of this book were not on the same level or in the same world at all.

This book is very esoteric at first glance, and there are many things he can’t understand at all, but after in-depth research, he finds that it’s not that the content of the book is too esoteric for him to understand, but the original of the book...not in English .

Yes, after careful study he found some clues.

Although the person who translated this book has worked very hard, many things are still lacking. This is not because the translator is not good, but because the language families of Ye Feng and Ye Feng are different, so there are some deficiencies after the conversion.

This is determined by the language families of both parties, and this difference cannot be erased by mastering it.

After discovering this, Voldemort began to wonder which language and literature system it should be. Not to mention, he actually found it in the end.

Although Voldemort's main area of ​​activity is the United Kingdom, as the Dark Lord of the entire wizarding world, he still has something, so in the end he discovered after multiple comparisons that this mysterious training book should be translated from Chinese.

In the end, he spent nearly a month translating the English translation back into Chinese, and spent half a month carefully comparing it word for word, and finally came up with a version of the cultivation classics that he believed to be the original version.

The reason why Voldemort did this is very simple, because he found that although the English version can also be practiced, the meaning is still poor after all, so it is always a bit awkward when practicing.

And after he found out that it should be translated from Chinese, and actually translated a part of it, and practiced according to Chinese, he found that it was smoother than his previous practice.

Because of this, Voldemort expended so much effort to translate the entire book.

It was also this translation that made Voldemort realize that maybe this training book...is not complete.

It's not that the methods of cultivating magic power are incomplete.

Even Voldemort's English version of this book can't find any flaws at all. It can be said that this training book is completely perfect for Voldemort, and there is no room for any changes.

However, after practicing, he always felt that there was still something missing.

At first, he didn't understand what was missing, but when his strength was fully recovered and even improved, he knew what was missing.

He has the magic power, but he can't fully exert the power of this powerful magic power, because even the most terrifying Avada Kedavra he has mastered cannot fully exert the true power of his own magic power.

Now he can even release Avada Kedavra continuously, but even if he releases Avada Kedavra continuously or even releases two or three spells at the same time, he still doesn't feel any pressure.

In other words, the magic and spells he has mastered can't reach his limit at all, and this is because he hasn't practiced the magic cultivation method for a long time.

Therefore, Voldemort concluded that this tome must be incomplete, and there must be another one that can match it and allow those who have practiced the magic tome to fully display their abilities.

Voldemort, realizing this, was both excited and regretful.

He was excited because his guess might be true, but regretful because he had never heard of such a book. Although Sirius obtained the cultivation method earlier than him, he had not used any of it. A magic that matched his guess.

"Perhaps, if I want to know all this, I have to go to Hogwarts myself, or capture Ye Feng who is likely to be the first to get the classic."

"If I can get another missing tome, maybe I can... rule the whole world!"

"Ha Qiu!"

When Voldemort was thinking about someone, Ye Feng sneezed hard.

"Ron, can you be gentle when you sprinkle the cumin powder? The cumin powder is blowing all the way to me."

Ron: (；￣д￣)

Ron, who was happily sprinkling cumin powder on a nearly roasted chicken leg, couldn't help sweating when he heard Ye Feng's words, and then quickly turned his head to apologize to Ye Feng.

"Okay, I remember." While speaking, Ron turned sideways to block the wind blowing from the lake, and slowed down the movement of spreading cumin powder, making it more 'gentle'.

Seeing Ron's actions, Ye Feng nodded in satisfaction, then digged and dug in his storage space, wanting to dig out some good things to bake, and then...

Ye Feng: ヾ(?▽｀;)ゝ

Looking at the 'little cloth bag' exuding a faint black air and a familiar atmosphere in his hand, a few drops of cold sweat rolled down Ye Feng's forehead, then he carefully glanced around and found no one was looking at him, then lowered the bag carefully, He stretched out his finger and poked lightly.

"Hey, Lao Fu, are you dead? Flowers that are not dead, squeak?"

Ye Feng's movements were very subtle. Except for Zhang Qiu and Luna who were sitting next to him, even Hermione, who was sitting a little further away and was concentrating on grilling a few skewers of squid, didn't notice it.

Of course, although Ye Feng's voice was very small, the people gathered around still heard it, so they all froze instantly.

"Guru~"

"Ye...Ye Feng, you won't...catch another...Voldemort, will you?" When Harry asked this question cautiously, he nervously turned his head to pay attention to the surrounding situation.

Ye Feng heard Harry's words and immediately denied it in a low voice: "No, how can there be so many Voldemorts in this world for me to catch..."

"Huh, then..."

"This is what I caught."

"click~"

The petrified voice of everyone sounded.

"Caught...caught?" Ye Feng's words caused Hermione and the others, including Harry who hadn't finished breathing, to petrify immediately.