The Little Superman of Hogwarts

After spending several nights with Madam Pince, Voldemort finally calmed down. One day, after Cree returned from Astronomy class, Voldemort主动现身 appeared voluntarily, hoping Cree could move him to another place. Even back to the Room of Requirement would be fine.

Just as a person emits an unpleasant "old person smell" before death, Madam Pince was also very old, so her soul inevitably emitted a terrifying aura that other souls loathed—the crucial problem being—soul decay, which is "contagious"!

A person's lifespan is caused by the body's own weakening, so this is an internal cause—aging is not contagious.

The existence of a soul depends on magic, which means it must constantly exchange magic with the outside world. Wizards exist because their bodies possess magic—so they are constantly exchanging magic with the outside world—which means that the form and magnitude of magic exchange between each person are different.

The forms of magic exchange can influence each other—if two people live together for a long time, their magical appearance and attributes may tend toward consistency. It's a bit like two cups of water, one cold and one hot, placed together, stirred together, and eventually forming a cup of ordinary lukewarm water.

Similarly, if two ghosts stay together for a long time, they will also influence each other—Madam Pince's lifespan is already very short, but as long as she and Voldemort spend every day together, the ultimate effect will be that Voldemort's soul fragment will have its life value lowered, and Madam Pince's life value will increase.

Voldemort, subjected to this continuous life threat, finally couldn't bear it anymore—if he could bear it, he wouldn't be Voldemort—Voldemort was originally a person who feared death and clung to life, otherwise, why would Voldemort have so many soul fragments (Horcruxes)?

"Then let's talk and see what use you actually have!" Cree said with a smile.

"Of course!" Voldemort pondered carefully, then chose his words and said, "I've noticed in the past few days that you've never cast a spell. Could it be that you're a Squib?"

"Do you think a Squib would have such a massive flow of magic in their body?" Cree indicated for Voldemort to properly sense Cree's Superman steel body.

"Of course not... Wait... I seem to have heard of your situation in Egypt!" Voldemort suddenly remembered something.

"You know that Egypt has many gods, but they are actually ancient wizards," Voldemort carefully phrased.

"One of these gods is called 'Horus,' a legendary dog-headed god! Actually, it's just a type of Animagus transformation."

"And then?" Cree didn't speak, signaling Voldemort to continue.

"The biggest difference between this Horus and other gods is that he never successfully cast even a single spell before the age of fifteen. Until his fifteenth birthday, he suddenly felt a strange summoning—accurately speaking, he felt the so-called 'threshold'!"

"Threshold?" Cree frowned in confusion.

"You can directly understand the threshold as needing to exceed this value before you can normally cast magic!" Voldemort spoke eloquently.

"Not only that, but the magic he released was actually two or three times more powerful than the normal value," Voldemort explained again. "What can you think of?"

"Horus and I have the same problem!" Cree said. "How did he solve this problem later?"

"I don't know, I only know that your body is different from other people's. Your body is very similar to Horus's situation! I just don't know what exactly happened to him."

"And then?" Cree asked.

"You can go to the library to find information about Horus. This mysterious ancient magician is the key to solving your problem!" Voldemort spoke eloquently.

"To reward you, I hope you can sort it out just like I guessed!" Voldemort said.

"Horus?" Cree ran to the library the next day, but didn't gain much.

The first class was Snape's. At this time, he suddenly talked about a magical plant: "Fluxweed."

Snape explained, "This grass has a very, very long lifespan, so long that you'll doubt your life. Why aren't you writing it down? Mr. Potter!"

After abusing Potter, Snape continued, "Its only function is to increase magic resistance. When made into a potion, it will severely weaken the magical properties of the potion itself."

Cree hadn't made any mistakes in Potions class so far, although this potion was several times more difficult than the Scurvy Cure from the previous lesson.

But Cree still easily finished the assignment first and prepared to make a second batch with Hermione.

At that moment, Cree suddenly thought of a certain large,坑爹坑爹坑爹 (pit-fathering/scamming) game from his previous world—DNF.

One of the attributes was magic resistance—in Otherworld dungeons, if the magic resistance value didn't meet the requirements of the Otherworld, there would be penalties on HP, MP, and attack power; conversely, if the magic resistance value reached and exceeded the requirements of the Otherworld, there would be rewards on HP, MP, and attack power. Moreover, as the difficulty of the Otherworld dungeons increased, the requirements for magic resistance would become more and more stringent.

The full name is magic resistance, which refers to successfully resisting the influence of magic, but non-magic cannot be resisted, such as elemental damage on weapons which cannot be resisted. This requires talking about the resistance of each element, which reduces damage proportionally, regardless of the form, elemental damage on equipment or elemental damage from magic will be reduced.

If it's below a certain value, it's equivalent to being invaded by the BOSS, and you must exceed the minimum value to unleash magical ultimate moves in the cave (dungeon).

Cree's brain suddenly seemed to understand what his situation was.

Ignoring that he was in Potions class, he said to Hermione, "Use the spell you learned last class—Scourgify—on me!"

"Of course..." Hermione was a little strange. What was happening?

"Scourgify!" Hermione was already very familiar with this spell.

But—just as Cree had guessed, nothing happened!

The potion powder that had rubbed onto Cree's clothes was still so vibrant.

"Is this magic resistance?" Cree suddenly understood why he couldn't release any magic.

His own magic resistance was too high, to the point that his magic was being affected. The reason he couldn't cast any magic now was because he hadn't reached a certain threshold!

For example, if his magic resistance was 1200, that meant that spells with an intensity below 1200 couldn't even form a "penetration effect"!

They couldn't even do basic damage!