The transfer student at Hogwarts just wants to fall in love [continued]

Mo Bai entered the principal's office, and Dumbledore felt it immediately.

But he and Professor McGonagall finished what they were doing before slowly walking back to the principal's office.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Mo Bai lying on his chair with his feet on the table eating his snacks.

The old man was not annoyed, he walked to the table with a smile, picked up a snack and put it in his mouth.

"Do you know what it means to sit in that position?"

"What?" Mo Bai looked up.

"It means that you are the headmaster of Hogwarts, and you are responsible for the future and safety of hundreds of students in the school."

Mo Bai curled his lips, "What a huge responsibility..."

He stuffed another piece of snack into his stomach before slowly standing up.

"Old Dengtou, are you looking for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor again?"

Dumbledore glanced at the letter on the table, "Yes, students must have teachers, right?"

"Then you'd better brighten your eyes this time, and don't find another idiot like Lockhart."

Mo Bai smiled maliciously, "I still have to deal with it."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and twitched his beard, "That's really hard on you."

This time, Mo Bai was frightened.

Is this old man still complaining? Shouldn't he look at him with a serious face and then give him a lesson?

Who are you? What did you do to Lao Dengtou? !

Seeing the ghostly look in his eyes, Dumbledore smiled.

"I used to be scary?"

"You're more scary now."

Mo Bai curled his lips, "I came to you for business."

As he spoke, he pushed the box on the table in the direction of Dumbledore.

Dumbledore glanced at him and opened the wooden box.

The contents of the wooden box were very simple, just a few pieces of kraft paper cut into rectangles.

He pulled out one of them, which had "Expelliarmus" written on it in beautiful handwriting.

This is the disarming spell.

He could also feel the faint fluctuations of magic power flowing through it.

He looked at Mo Bai in surprise, "Is this... a magic spell?"

Mo Bai shrugged, "I found many ancient documents in Slytherin's secret room. One of them records that ancient wizards can imprint ancient spells on carriers, and ordinary wizards can cast magic spells by pouring them into them. Magic beyond its own capabilities.”

"But I couldn't find the magic spell or the driving method, only this rubbing method called 'talisman' was left, so I wanted to try using modern magic spells."

"But the effect is very bad..."

He took the talisman from Dumbledore's hand. The fluctuation of magic power was fleeting. He looked around the principal's office and simply threw the talisman towards Dumbledore.

The spell stood still in mid-air for a moment, and the font on the parchment glowed with blue light. The next second, the blue light cut through the air and quickly rushed towards the old man.

The old man raised a finger with an unchanging expression, and the blue light disappeared from his fingertips.

"The power is pretty good."

Mo Bai frowned and looked at the spell that fell on the ground. The magic power fluctuations on it had disappeared.

"But it was a failure."

"You can feel it. Just now, my magic power was driven by a silent and wandless method. I can even cast a much more powerful magic spell without using any spells. But if I directly use magic power to inject it..."

He took out another spell, and after the magic surged, he threw it forward.

The charm floated in the air and fell to the ground. Let alone the magic spell, it didn't even make a sound.

"That'll be it."

"For wizards who can cast spells silently and without a wand, this is useless, but for wizards who can't cast spells silently and without a wand, this is just a piece of toilet paper..."

He looked at Dumbledore, "I want to ask you if you know anything about spells?"

Dumbledore pushed up his glasses, took out a charm from the box, and looked at it carefully, "I have only seen the existence of this kind of charm in literature, but I don't know the specific method of making it."

"Is there anything else you don't know?"

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Magic has been circulating for thousands of years since ancient times, and I am only a hundred years old."

Merely, a hundred years old.

Mo Bai pouted, is this a high-end Versailles?

"But although I don't know how to make it, I know what your problem is."

After hearing this, Mo Bai immediately sat down in front of him obediently, looking like an obedient student preparing to listen to the class.

"But I have to ask you a question first."

"Tell me everything you know!"

"What is the purpose of your research on talismans?"

Mo Bai's expression remained unchanged, "Because Hermione, I want to make this kind of talisman to keep her close to me. After all, she hasn't grown up yet. This kind of talisman that can instantly cast magic spells can deal with many emergencies."

If there had been such a charm before, Hermione wouldn't have been kidnapped so easily.

"It's that simple?"

Mo Bai blinked, "Of course, I actually thought about selling the finished talismans to make money, but after thinking about it, if the enemy bought it, wouldn't it be used on my own people..."

He wasn't afraid, but Hermione and those two idiots might not be able to handle it.

Harry, Ron:? ? ?

Dumbledore nodded. He was really afraid that the other party would want to form his own power like Tom, and these charms were undoubtedly the best equipment.

But now it seems that this kid is still the love brain.

He looked at Mo Bai appreciatively, "Actually, your idea is very good, but there is a misunderstanding."

"What misunderstanding?"

"Your rubbing method is ancient, but the magic spell is modern."

Mo Bai quickly reacted, "You mean, it's because modern magic spells are 'castrated' compared to ancient times, so they can't match?"

"Yes."

Dumbledore pointed at him.

"The driving method of this ancient talisman must also correspond to the ancient magic spell, and the way of casting modern magic spells is completely different from the ancient times."

Mo Bai blinked. "So, if I rub ancient magic spells, such as the [Patron Saint Curse] and [Fire Fire Curse], the spell will be effective?"

Dumbledore thought for a while, "Even if the [Patronus Curse] is rubbed, the final effect should be only a weakened light shield. After all, each wizard's Patronus is unique to him. As for the [Fire Curse] , I don’t recommend rubbing…”

Mo Bai also nodded in agreement.

The Fire Spell is a very dangerous black magic. If it is not mastered proficiently, the magic fire released may burn the caster to ashes.

There was no way he was giving Hermione such a dangerous charm.

But modern magic is incompatible...

Looking at Mo Bai who was thinking hard, Dumbledore's eyes flashed with a smile.

"You already know that modern magic has been weakened compared to ancient times, but do you know how it is weakened?"

Mo Bai looked up at Dumbledore with an expression of eagerness for knowledge.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, and Mo Bai knew that this was a sign that the old man was going to have a long speech.

But for Hermione's charm, he sat in his seat obediently, and skillfully took out the tea set and started making tea.

"A long time ago, the magic spells used by ancient wizards were extremely powerful. The most powerful spells could even move mountains and fill seas."

"But gradually, they discovered that not everyone can successfully learn such a powerful ancient spell. Even though some people have experienced magic riots and have the potential of wizards, they can't even master a spell throughout their lives. This is very important for magic. inheritance is fatally flawed.”

"So they decided to improve the spell, starting with making it less difficult to cast."

"It also weakens the power?"

Dumbledore glanced at him, without nodding or shaking his head, and said to himself.

"You should know how difficult it is to cast a spell silently and without a wand, right?"

Mo Bai nodded.

"I can tell you this, the real ancient magic spells have no spells..."

Mo Bai was stunned for a moment, an idea flashed in his mind, as if he had caught something.