Chapter 51: Hardcore Challenge (Part 2)
The heavy stone door slowly opened, revealing a gloomy and eerie room.
The moment Moon and the other three stepped into the room, the torches on the surrounding walls, as if summoned by some mysterious power, automatically ignited, illuminating the entire room as if it were day.
In the center of the room was a huge stone platform paved with black rocks.
Around the platform, various ancient runes were carved, emitting a faint magical glow.
Upon the stone platform, many strangely shaped stone statues were densely arranged.
They were all life-sized, and each statue's face bore a different expression: some were ferocious, some glared with wide eyes, while others were calm, as if silently narrating an ancient story.
On both sides of the stone platform, various scattered broken stones of different sizes, shapes, and colors lay around.
Some even emitted an eerie glow, making the atmosphere of the entire room exceptionally oppressive.
Harry looked at the scene before him and asked, somewhat puzzled, "This... what is this place? What exactly are these stone statues? Why do they feel so strange?"
His tone carried a hint of doubt.
He always felt as if he had seen these stone statues somewhere before, yet he couldn't recall where.
He only felt that everything before him was full of mystery and danger.
Ron, however, looked at the strangely shaped stone statues with an excited expression.
His eyes gleamed slightly with excitement as he pointed at the statues and said, "I know! This is Wizard Chess! I've seen it in books before! I love playing Wizard Chess! Now, it's my turn to show off!"
He had always wanted to prove to Moon that he was not useless, and Wizard Chess was his strongest suit.
Moon looked at Ron's excited expression and smiled inwardly.
His gaze also swept over the tightly shut door.
He could clearly feel that the door was not an ordinary stone door.
Its surface seemed to have been subjected to a powerful magic seal.
Even with his current strength, he probably couldn't forcibly destroy it.
He had to use the designer's method to open that door leading to the next stage.
It seemed he still needed to win the Wizard Chess game, just like in the original story.
However, he also noticed that some important pieces were missing from the stone chess set, just like in the original story, but only three were missing, and they had four people.
"It seems Dumbledore, that old busybody, didn't fully trust me! He still didn't consider me part of Harry's little group." Moon's heart began to feel a little dissatisfied.
He felt that he had already shown enough ability and wisdom, and had also revealed a lot of information about Voldemort to Dumbledore, but Dumbledore was still wary of him.
Why was that?
For a moment, he felt that something was off.
He silently complained in his mind, but now was not the time to think about these things.
He had to resolve the immediate crisis.
Just as Moon's thoughts were churning, Harry and Hermione, under Ron's command, had already started playing Wizard Chess.
Harry followed Ron's instructions, moving his stone knight swiftly across the board.
His movements were agile and quick; each move carried a powerful force.
He felt that he had finally found a place where he could be useful.
Hermione, on the other hand, stayed in the corner of the board, moving cautiously each time.
She felt very uncomfortable watching the constantly shattering chess pieces.
Under Ron's command, they cooperated tacitly, controlling the situation on the board in an orderly manner.
Moon did not step forward to help; he stood quietly to the side.
His gaze, however, remained fixed on the tightly shut door, beginning to ponder the dangers they were about to face, which might be even more perilous than in the original story.
Ron, on the chessboard, was like a true conductor.
His commands flowed smoothly, his skilled techniques and ingenious layouts allowing Harry and Hermione to move like fish in water.
The confidence he displayed and his talent in commanding surprised them both.
Just as in the original story, Ron's chess skills were beyond doubt. His talent in this area was the highest among the four!
Moon looked at Ron's performance on the chessboard and couldn't help but sigh.
Everyone has their own talents, and Ron's abilities should definitely not be underestimated.
Under Ron's command, Harry and Hermione advanced through the game, and the situation on the chessboard gradually became clear.
As time passed, they eventually won this arduous WizardChess game.
And Ron, once again, proved his strength.
What was different was that when Ron sacrificed himself to protect Harry and was attacked by an opponent's piece, Moon intervened to prevent Ron from getting injured.
But Ron was still badly frightened, his body beginning to tremble uncontrollably.
Hermione immediately went to check on Ron's condition.
As soon as they won the Wizard Chess game, the tightly shut door before them slowly opened, revealing the path to the next stage.
Harry suddenly clutched his forehead, his face pale and contorted in pain.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione asked worriedly, seeing Harry's unusual reaction.
Moon also reacted quickly.
His figure flickered, appearing before Harry.
He could feel that Harry's magic was fluctuating violently; his scar seemed to be acting up again!
"Hermione, you stay here and take care of Ron; he was quite scared just now." Moon turned back and instructed Hermione.
He knew what was going to happen next!
Voldemort was inside, and Harry had the ancient magic of the Protection of Love, so he would be fine.
Ron and Hermione absolutely would not be.
Moon gripped Harry's arm tightly with one hand.
His tone was filled with undeniable resolve: "Harry, no matter what happens next, do not let go of my hand!"
Although Harry didn't know what Moon was going to do, out of trust in Moon, he still nodded.
He knew that Moon would never harm him, and he also believed that Moon possessed the power to solve all problems.
Moon took a deep breath, mobilizing the magic within him.
He closed his eyes, pushing his "Time-Space Power" to its limit!
"Time-Space Acceleration!" Moon whispered.
As he waved his wand, a powerful and mysterious force surged from within him.
The Time-Space Power, like a trickling stream, slowly spread through his wand towards his and Harry's bodies, eventually enveloping both him and Harry.
It was a silver-white glow, like a thin film of water, a Time-Space membrane, adhering to their bodies.
The next moment, Hermione and Ron froze in place; everything around them stopped moving.
Time and space came to a standstill.
The entire world lost its sound.
Only Moon and Harry could still move freely, existing within a static world.
Chapter 52: Invincible in time and space?
Harry felt the static Time-Space around him, his heart filled with shock and confusion.
He clearly perceived that everything around him had stopped, even the air was frozen in mid-air, yet he could still distinctly hear Moon's voice and even feel his own body moving.
He felt as if he was in a completely different world.
"Quick, let's go in, time is running out! This magic can only last for five minutes!" Moon's voice rang in Harry's ear, tinged with urgency and seriousness.
His words, like an alarm bell, struck Harry's heart, waking him from his shock.
Harry nodded, knowing it was not the time for hesitation.
He followed Moon closely, passing through the open door.
What greeted their eyes was an even darker room.
In the center of the room, there was a huge mirror, its surface emitting a dim glow that sent shivers down one's spine.
In front of the mirror stood a figure in a black robe, with his back to them.
Moon could clearly feel the powerful force emanating from this black-robed man, and the evil aura as dark as an abyss.
He knew this person was definitely Voldemort!
He gestured to Harry with his eyes, telling him to be careful, then slowly walked behind the black-robed man.
He reached out and pulled back the black robe, revealing a face that utterly shocked him.
It was a skeletal, skin-and-bones humanoid monster.
His skin, like withered tree bark, clung tightly to his bones, presenting a sickly pallor.
His nose, as if corroded, was reduced to two tiny holes, and his mouth was split into a large gash, revealing sharp, elongated teeth.
His eyes were bloodshot, emitting a chillingly sinister aura.
When Harry saw Voldemort's terrifying appearance, his body trembled violently.
His face was filled with shock and fear.
He finally knew what a terrifying existence the enemy who had always threatened his life was.
He clenched his fists tightly, trying to suppress the urge to retreat.
He turned his head and said to Moon in a trembling voice, "Moon, is he... is he Voldemort? He looks so terrifying!"
His heart was already consumed by fear.
He didn't know if he had enough courage to face this demon who had taken his parents' lives.
Moon sensed Harry's unease.
He gently patted Harry's shoulder and said in a calm tone, "Harry, don't be afraid.
Do you remember what I told you before? You possess the ancient protective magic your mother left you.
You only need to touch his body to cause him great harm."
His tone was full of confidence.
He wanted Harry to understand that he was not useless, that he possessed the power to defeat Voldemort.
What he was referring to was the ancient magic formed by Lily's love.
Only by making contact with Voldemort would the powerful protective magic within Harry erupt.
Hearing Moon's words, a flame of hope rekindled in Harry's eyes.
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
He knew he couldn't back down anymore.
He had to bravely face Voldemort, for himself and for everything he cherished!
He slowly extended his hand, trembling as he reached towards Voldemort's chest.
His fingertips lightly touched Voldemort's cold body.
The moment Harry touched Voldemort's chest, the Time-Space membrane around both of them shattered.
The static Time-Space Power instantly dissipated, and everything around them returned to normal.
The torches on the walls flickered back to life, and the entire room was once again filled with commotion.
Voldemort's skeletal face twisted into a smile.
He slowly turned around, his blood-red eyes, like a beast's, fixed intently on Moon.
His voice was hoarse and sinister, like a demon from hell: "After the Forbidden Forest, I knew we would meet again."
His tone held a hint of excitement and a touch of madness, as if he was enjoying the impending battle.
Voldemort threw his head back and laughed wildly, a laugh filled with delirium and madness that echoed throughout the room.
His laughter carried an unsettling sense of dread that made one's scalp tingle.
The laughter, like a demon's whisper, constantly reverberated in Harry's ears.
Meanwhile, his arm, like a decaying branch, began to undergo a strange transformation.
His arm became thicker, and the veins on it, like coiling dragons, writhed beneath his skin.
His fingernails also began to sharpen, like keen blades.
His body emitted a powerful magic fluctuation, instantly dropping the room's temperature by several degrees.
The once calm air became oppressive.
And he completely ignored Harry's hand pressed tightly against his chest.
He stared madly at Moon; this was his true target!
Voldemort's actions made Moon's heart sink.
He could clearly feel that Voldemort's power had exceeded his expectations.
He had never imagined that Voldemort could so easily break his Time-Space Magic.
This was beyond his comprehension, and his heart began to sink to the bottom!
"This is truly fascinating!" Voldemort muttered maniacally.
His skeletal fingers gently stroked Harry's outstretched hand, as if treating a precious work of art, completely disregarding the burning pain from Harry's ancient magic.
"Time-Space Magic, someone can actually master this power, and the one who masters it is such a tender child.
This truly surprises me!!"
His tone was filled with excitement and a hint of greed, as if he wanted to possess the power Moon had.
The more he spoke, the more excited and manic he became.
Finally, his voice abruptly stopped.
He slowly raised his skeletal arm, his fingertips emitting a eerie green light.
His wand was already aimed at Moon.
His tone was sinister and mad, as if he wanted to see an expression of fear on Moon's face: "You are very interesting.
You make me feel a long-lost excitement.
As a thank you, I will send you to hell as quickly as possible! Let you experience Avada Kedavra!!"
He uttered the cold incantation.
It was a magic representing death, a power representing the destruction of everything!
He wanted to utterly obliterate Moon as quickly as possible!
The moment Voldemort uttered the incantation, Moon also suddenly sobered up.
He could feel the powerful force contained within the Killing Curse.
He knew he had to counterattack, otherwise he would be completely killed by Voldemort!
He quickly mobilized the last remaining magic in his body, wanting to use his power to resist Voldemort's attack, but found that his magic had been exhausted.
His body, too, became extremely weak due to the breaking of the Time-Space Magic.
He could only watch as the green light shot towards him.
It seemed he had already seen death beckoning to him!
Was he really going to die?
Chapter 53 Avada Ken big melon, hit!
Moon collapsed to the ground, exhausted.
His body was like a soul had been drained from it.
He could feel the magic within him, slowly fading away.
He could feel his life force, gradually ebbing.
He watched with wide eyes as that green light, like the Grim Reaper's scythe, flew towards him.
His mind was blank.
He knew he was powerless to resist; he was about to face the judgment of death.
In his mind, everything he had experienced in his life flashed by quickly.
He thought of the Head of House of the orphanage, of Harry, Ron, and Hermione, of the Centaur Tribe's reverence, of Snape's complex gaze.
He also thought of everything he possessed, those vibrant faces, flickering with faint light in the darkness.
He didn't even have time to think about any last words, he hadn't resurrected Harry's parents, he hadn't helped the Centaur Tribe out of their predicament, he hadn't pulled Snape out of his obsession.
He still had so many, so many unfinished things, and so many, many people he wanted to save.
Just as Moon's thoughts flashed by like a revolving lantern, the green light finally struck his body.
"Bang!"
A deafening roar, like muffled thunder, exploded in the room.
The green light, like a shockwave, instantly engulfed Moon's body.
His body, like a broken ragdoll, was violently thrown backward.
His body slammed against the hard stone wall, emitting a dull thud.
Cracks appeared on the stone wall due to the immense impact, and his body, like a kite with a broken string, fell limply to the ground.
Harry saw Moon get thrown back, hit the wall, and fall heavily to the ground, motionless.
His already somewhat pale face instantly turned even paler.
A strong surge of anger instantly rushed to his head.
He felt his mind go blank, with only a powerful desire for revenge burning wildly within him.
He knew that the green light was the Killing Curse, a Killing Curse that even Dumbledore couldn't oppose.
Once struck, death was inevitable.
He had originally felt a glimmer of relief at being able to confront Voldemort, but at this moment, all his hopes vanished the moment Moon fell.
His innermost being was filled with grief and despair!
His green eyes were instantly covered in blood, and he let out a beast-like roar.
His body seemed to lose control, and he charged straight at Voldemort.
He stretched out his hands and pressed them heavily onto Voldemort's weak body.
He wanted to avenge Moon with his own hands.
He wanted to utterly destroy Voldemort!
Voldemort seemed not to have anticipated Harry's insane action.
He let out a terrified scream, and his body, as if burned by flames, began to show black cracks.
The skin touched by Harry's hands began to fester at a visible rate, and his body also began to tremble uncontrollably.
He endured the intense pain in his body, looked up, and saw Harry's eyes filled with anger and sorrow.
Fear suddenly gripped his heart.
He instinctively wanted to push Harry away, but found that his body was already unable to move.
He could feel a powerful force devouring his soul and destroying his body.
"Die!" Harry roared again, pressing his other hand heavily onto Voldemort's head.
Lily's protective magic, at this moment, completely erupted, like a volcanic explosion, utterly engulfing Voldemort's body.
Voldemort could no longer endure the burning sensation, like maggots clinging to bone.
He let out scream after scream of agony, and his body gradually disintegrated under that powerful force.
His soul also began to shatter.
He laughed wildly, yet also wailed in pain.
His body, which was already like a skeleton, instantly turned into a pile of ashes, scattered in the wind.
He didn't even have a chance to struggle before being utterly destroyed by the power that erupted from Harry.
Voldemort had completely vanished.
Harry stared blankly at the spot where Voldemort had disappeared, as if his soul had left him.
His body also began to tremble uncontrollably.
He slowly turned around and looked at Moon's body lying on the ground.
A huge wave of sadness instantly surged into his heart.
That sadness, like a tide, completely engulfed him.
His tears could no longer be held back and streamed out.
His body, as if all strength had left it, fell limply onto Moon's body.
He hugged Moon's body tightly and began to wail.
"Moon! Moon! Why did you do this! Why did you take that spell for me!" Harry's voice was filled with despair, with endless sorrow and pain, as he tightly hugged Moon's body, seemingly wanting to pull Moon back from the brink of death.
He knew that his best friend, the first friend he had ever known in this world, had left him forever.
He couldn't accept any of this, he refused to believe that the friend who had always protected and helped him had left this world like this.
His tears, like broken pearls, continuously dripped onto Moon's face.
His heart ached as if it had been torn apart, and his world seemed to have completely collapsed at that moment.
Just then, Ron and Hermione heard Harry's cries, and they quickly ran in.
When they saw the scene before them, they were completely stunned.
Their bodies instantly stiffened.
They couldn't believe what was happening before their eyes.
Hermione looked at Moon lying motionless on the ground.
Her eyes instantly turned red, and she let out a desperate shriek.
The sound was full of grief and despair: "No!!!!!!!!"
She rushed towards Moon, wanting to touch Moon's cold body.
She had originally thought that Moon, with his powerful magic, would be able to solve everything.
She also thought that as long as they were together, they could overcome all difficulties, but she found that she was wrong!
She also realized how powerless her knowledge was in the face of death.
Moon was truly dead!
And Ron was also stunned by the scene before him.
His mind was blank.
He couldn't accept what he was seeing.
He couldn't believe that Moon, who had always taken care of him and stood up for him in times of crisis, had left them forever like this.
His body also trembled slightly from the intense grief.
He wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't utter a single word.
His eyes were also filled with endless sorrow.
Chapter 54 Not dead?
In the dim room,
a strong smell of blood and char permeated the air.
The torches on the walls flickered erratically due to the violent impact,
making everything around them appear even more eerie and sinister.
Moon's body lay limply on the cold ground.
His originally fair skin was now as pale as paper.
His body, like a puppet with cut strings,
seemed to have lost all vitality. His tightly shut eyes
seemed to indicate that he had completely departed from this world.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione
were gathered around Moon.
Their bodies
were as if their souls had been drained.
Their tears fell like broken pearls,
constantly dripping onto Moon's face. They couldn't accept that
Moon, who had just been fighting alongside them,
had fallen right before their eyes.
Just then,
a voice, angry as a storm,
suddenly rang out from the doorway.
The voice, full of authority and fury,
instantly broke the oppressive silence:
"What is going on here! What exactly happened?!"
It was Snape's voice!
His signature black robe billowed in the air.
His gaze was cold and sharp,
like a demon king from hell.
He walked with heavy steps
into the room.
He saw Moon lying motionless on the ground,
and Harry, Ron, and Hermione crying beside him.
His face instantly turned incredibly grim.
He had a very bad premonition.
He could feel that
Moon's magic
had completely dissipated.
His heart was screaming frantically.
If Moon died,
then the hope he had finally found to resurrect Lily
would be completely shattered!
His heart felt as if it had been brutally cut by a sharp blade.
His reason seemed to have completely collapsed.
A strong surge of anger instantly welled up in his heart.
He abruptly raised his head
and, with a hoarse yet intimidating voice,
demanded of the trio: "What exactly happened?! What's wrong with Moon?! Who can tell me what happened?!"
His tone
was full of anger and despair.
He had completely lost his usual calm and indifference.
His body
trembled slightly due to the intense emotional turmoil within him.
Harry heard Snape's questioning.
He looked up.
His originally green eyes
were now swollen and red from crying.
His voice
had also become hoarse and low.
With deep sadness,
he replied: "Moon... he... he was hit by Voldemort's... Killing Curse..."
His voice choked,
as if even speaking those words
had drained all his strength.
His heart was filled with helplessness and despair.
He felt as if he had once again lost the most important person in his life.
When Snape heard Harry's words,
his mind instantly went blank,
as if struck by a massive bolt of lightning.
His entire body
trembled violently, as if his soul had been sucked out.
Moon died?
He heard the news
and couldn't accept it at all.
He knew that Moon didn't have those ancient protective magic spells and absolutely couldn't withstand a Killing Curse!
This meant that
Moon was really dead!
Then his hope of resurrecting Lily
had completely shattered like a soap bubble!
A strong wave of grief and despair
instantly swallowed him whole.
His body also became incredibly stiff due to the immense sorrow.
He felt as if his heart
was being tightly clutched by something,
and his breathing became unusually difficult.
He slowly lifted his feet, walking heavily step by step towards Moon.
Each step
felt like he was stepping on his own heart, causing him immense pain.
His body also began to tremble as he drew closer.
He could clearly feel that
his already numb heart
was being torn apart again at this moment, bleeding profusely.
He wanted to get to Moon quickly,
yet he was afraid to see his cold corpse.
He wanted to grasp this last bit of hope,
but he was also afraid of ultimately being completely disappointed.
He began to blame himself.
He regretted why he hadn't come sooner.
If he could have arrived earlier,
if he could have intervened,
then Moon might not have died,
and his hope of resurrecting Lily
might still exist.
He extended a trembling hand
and slowly stroked Moon's cold face.
When his fingertips touched Moon's skin,
his heart suddenly jolted,
as if he felt a faint trace of life.
His fingers fumbled at Moon's neck,
and he felt a faint pulse beating!
His originally dull eyes
instantly flashed with a brilliant light.
An expression of disbelief appeared on his face!
He abruptly pushed away Harry, who was sobbing over Moon,
his eyes filled with excitement and ecstasy.
He said in an almost scolding tone: "Shut up, all of you! He's not dead!"
His voice was still hoarse,
but it carried an undeniable trace of excitement.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione trembled violently when they heard Snape's words.
They stopped crying
and looked at Snape with hopeful eyes.
They seemed unable to believe
anything they had heard,
as if they thought they had misheard.
After all, they had all seen with their own eyes
Moon being hit by the Killing Curse,
and they had clearly felt Moon's cold body.
And the Killing Curse was a curse that no one could escape!
Snape completely ignored their reactions
and focused all his attention on Moon.
His trembling fingers
moved quickly over Moon's body,
checking Moon's condition.
He discovered that
there was a large hole in Moon's chest.
His school uniform
had been directly pierced.
His skin was also somewhat charred.
On the ground around his body,
some fine golden dust was scattered,
emitting a faint glow.
He could clearly feel that
Moon's internal body
was being eroded by a powerful force,
but at the same time, a mysterious force
was diligently repairing his body.
He quickly pulled out a wand
from his pocket.
He raised his wand high
and quickly waved it towards Moon's body.
He also chanted a series of healing magic spells, wanting to repair Moon's body as quickly as possible.
"Vulnera Sanentur!" "Reparo!" "Vulnera Sanentur!"
He continuously cast healing magic, trying to restore Moon's vitality as much as possible.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron also rushed over.
They watched Snape's actions,
their eyes filled with anticipation and hope.
They hoped that Snape's magic
could truly save Moon.
When they felt that
Moon's faint breathing gradually stabilized,
a smile finally appeared on their faces.
They tightly clasped their hands together
and began to pray silently, hoping that Moon would be safe and sound.
Chapter 55 Awakening
Moon slowly opened his eyes amidst intense pain.
He felt as if his body was being torn apart, the pain unbearable.
Every breath he took tugged at all his nerves, making him gasp.
His normally powerful silver-white eyes were now somewhat hazy and weak.
He painstakingly turned his head, surveying his surroundings.
He found himself lying on a soft bed.
The environment was very familiar: this was Hogwarts' Hospital Wing, the place where Hogwarts specifically treated students' injuries and illnesses.
His body, meanwhile, was tightly wrapped in white bandages, like a mummy bundled up.
His limbs were all immobilized, making him almost unable to move.
He could clearly feel how severe his internal injuries were.
He let out a soft sigh, knowing that his survival was nothing short of a miracle.
His thoughts began to drift back to that moment before.
He could clearly recall the green light, like the Grim Reaper's scythe, piercing through the air and striking his body.
In that instant, he felt as if his soul was about to leave his body, and he seemed to have already seen the Grim Reaper beckoning to him.
However, at that critical moment, a miracle happened!
Moon recalled that when the green Killing Curse hit his chest, it happened to strike the empty bottle he had in his inner pocket.
That was the bottle he had obtained earlier in the Centaur tribe, which had contained the holy dragon potion.
Although the bottle appeared empty, in that situation, a faint magical fluctuation belonging to the holy dragon potion emanated from it.
It was precisely this faint magic that allowed Moon, at the brink of life and death, to react in the most timely manner.
He used all the strength in his body to forcibly activate Alchemy.
He concentrated this faint magic on the clothes over his chest, intending to transform his clothes into gold to resist the Killing Curse's attack.
But time was too short; he simply didn't have enough time to transmute the entire garment.
He could only barely transform the clothes over his chest into a thin golden breastplate.
And that immensely powerful Killing Curse just happened to strike that thin piece of gold.
Although the gold successfully withstood the direct attack of the Killing Curse, the powerful impact still sent Moonflying.
His body slammed against the hard wall, causing him to completely lose consciousness.
That was because the golden breastplate was shattered by the power of the Killing Curse.
Moon once again felt the power of the infinite talent system.
If Alchemy had not been his talent, but a spell, he would not have had time to use it.
Nor would such a slim chance have allowed him to turn danger into safety.
But he also thought with lingering fear, it was a good thing Voldemort was in a weakened state at the time.
The Killing Curse he unleashed probably wasn't even as strong as one used by an ordinary Dark Wizard.
Otherwise, even with the protection of the golden breastplate, he would not have been able to withstand the power of that Killing Curse.
Just as Moon was recalling everything that had happened, the door to the Hospital Wing was suddenly pushed open violently, emitting a harsh 'creak' sound.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron rushed into the ward like three flashes of lightning.
When they saw Moon open his eyes and try to struggle to sit up, their faces showed uncontrollable joy.
Like three excited little birds, they pounced on Moon, embracing him tightly.
"Moon! You're finally awake!" Hermione exclaimed joyfully, her voice slightly hoarse.
Her eyes were also slightly red from excitement.
She held Moon's body tightly, as if afraid he would disappear again.
Her heart finally found relief from the previous fear.
"Moon! You're really great! I thought I was going to lose a friend!"
Harry also hugged Moon tightly, his tears flowing again.
He buried his head in Moon's shoulder, his body trembling slightly, seemingly still in fear of what had happened before.
"Moon! Next time, next time, please don't take such risks! Do you know you almost scared me to death?!"
Ron also joined the embrace, holding Moon tightly, a look of relief on his face.
He knew that Moon's survival this time was truly a miracle, and his heart was filled with gratitude.
Their three-person embrace caused Moon, who was tied to the bed like a mummy, to gasp in pain.
He could only gently pat their backs and say in a hoarse voice, "Alright, alright, I know.
I'm fine, aren't I? You don't need to be so emotional.
I feel like my bones are going to be hugged apart by you all."
When Harry, Hermione, and Ron heard Moon's familiar voice and knew he was indeed fine, they slowly released him.
Their faces all showed relieved smiles.
Moon looked at his three friends surrounding him, and he finally relaxed.
He asked in a calm tone, "By the way, did you see an empty bottle? The empty bottle I used to hold that drop of potion in the Centaur tribe, did you see it?"
He was a little worried in his heart, wondering what had happened to that bottle now.
When Harry heard Moon mention the empty bottle, he quickly nodded.
He told Moon what had happened before: "I saw it.
After you were hit by Voldemort, we all thought you were dead.
At that time, the bottle fell to the ground, and I don't know why, but the bottle suddenly turned green and emitted a strange power.
Later, Professor Snape came.
He said the bottle was very dangerous, so he took it away."
His face also showed confusion, unable to understand why that ordinary empty bottle would suddenly undergo such a strange change.
He also couldn't understand why Professor Snape was so nervous about that bottle.
When Moon heard Harry's words, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He knew that since Snape had taken the bottle, he should not be in any danger.
He also knew that Snape must have already discovered the bottle's secret.
He could sense that Snape would definitely come to him to ask about everything concerning the bottle.
And he also looked forward to another conversation with Snape.
He also wanted to know what the situation was with the holy dragon potion now.
He also thought that since Voldemort had been dealt with by Harry, his system mission should be complete.
He eagerly opened the system.
Chapter 56 Mutation Potion
He slowly closed his eyes, opened the system interface, and wanted to check his current status, as well as the rewards for completing the task.
"Host Information"
Name: Moon White
System Level: 1
Age: 11 years old
magic Power: 0
Talents: Alchemy, Space-time Manipulation
Number of Replicated Talents: Blue Replicated Talent x1
"Spells Mastered"
Levitation Charm (Space-time Mutation)
Alohomora (Space-time Mutation)
Lumos (Space-time Mutation)
Repairing Charm (Space-time Mutation)
Stunning Spell (Space-time Mutation)
Petrificus Totalus (Space-time Mutation)
Invisibility Charm (Space-time Mutation)
Accio (Space-time Mutation)
Sectumsempra (Space-time Mutation)
Vulnera Sanentur (Space-time Mutation)
"Wealth"
Account Balance: 35,000 Galleons.
"Task List"
(No tasks for now)
"Skill List"
Time Perception (Level 6)
[Skill Name: Time Perception
Skill Level: 6 (Future 10 minutes from now)
Skill Effect: Has a faint perception of the flow of time, can predict impending events in a short period, effect strengthens with skill level increase.]
When Moon saw the information on his attribute panel, his heart suddenly trembled. He could clearly see that the "Current magic Power" column displayed a despair-inducing number— "0".
His magic power had completely returned to zero!
This meant that he had now become a Wizard who could not use any magic.
He was now no different from those Muggles.
He couldn't even cast the simplest Lumos!
His brows furrowed tightly. The price he had paid was simply too tragic.
Just then, the door to the Hospital Wing was gently pushed open, and Madam Pomfrey walked in.
Her kind face carried a hint of guilt and worry. Her gaze fell on Moon, and her tone became somewhat heavy: "Mr. White, I am very sorry to inform you that, based on my examination of your body, I have found that your magiccircuit seems to be completely destroyed. You... you are very likely to become a Squib."
Her voice held a hint of reluctance, but she knew she had to tell Moon this cruel truth so he could be prepared.
"A Squib?"
Harry was about to step forward to comfort Moon when he heard Madam Pomfrey's words. He instantly stopped in his tracks.
He looked at Madam Pomfrey with a puzzled gaze. He didn't understand the meaning of "Squib," nor did he know what it implied.
Ron heard Madam Pomfrey's words, and his body also trembled violently, a sad expression appearing on his face.
He explained in a low voice: "Harry, a Squib is a Wizardwho cannot use magic. They cannot control magic power, nor can they learn magic. They are no different from Muggles. For a Wizard, this is simply a desperate curse!"
His voice was filled with sorrow. He could feel Moon's despair at this moment.
He knew that Moon had always worked hard to make himself strong, but now he was suddenly told that he would lose all his power. This was even harder to bear than death itself.
When Hermione heard the news, she covered her mouth, her face filled with disbelief and sadness.
Moon had sacrificed too much to protect them, and now he had to endure such a huge blow.
Her heart was filled with guilt, and her eyes began to well up. She hated herself for not being strong enough to bear all of this for Moon.
However, Moon remained very calm. There wasn't even a hint of sadness on his face.
The corners of his mouth were still slightly upturned, revealing a faint smile.
He knew that as long as he possessed the blue talent, all the power he had lost would return to his hands!
Even stronger than before!
He slowly raised his head and looked at Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
His tone remained calm: "It's alright, don't worry about me. I won't give up. I will find a way to regain my magic power. I will become stronger!"
His voice was full of confidence, and his eyes shone with an unprecedented light.
Just then, the door to the Hospital Wing was pushed open again, and Snape's figure slowly appeared at the doorway.
His pale and grim face showed no expression. His gaze swept over everyone present.
When he saw Moon's pale face, his heart trembled slightly, but he quickly hid his emotions.
He said to the trio of Harry, Ron, and Hermione in a cold voice: "You should know what time it is! You should be in your Charms class, not here, mourning him!"
His tone was full of impatience, as if he didn't want to see them so sad.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione all trembled slightly when they heard Snape's words.
They knew that Professor Snape was right; they should indeed return to class now instead of wasting time here.
Harry bowed deeply to Snape, his tone incredibly sincere: "Professor Snape, please, you must help Moon recover! I beg you!"
His voice trembled slightly. He knew that Professor Snapepossessed superb Potion knowledge, and only he could help Moon regain his strength.
Hermione and Ron followed closely, bowing deeply to Snape, repeating Harry's words. Their voices were also filled with worry and hope for Moon.
Snape looked at the trio of Harry, Ron, and Hermione, their eyes full of hope and pleading.
That soft spot in his heart was touched again.
His lips moved slightly. He wanted to say something, but in the end, nothing came out.
He could only suppress the turmoil in his heart, turn his head, wave his hand, and say in a cold voice: "Go to class quickly! Don't waste time here!"
He couldn't look directly into the hopeful eyes of Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione took a deep look at Moon, then slowly exited the Hospital Wing.
They placed all their hope in Snape.
They also knew that now was not the time for sadness; only by becoming stronger could they help Moon.
When Madam Pomfrey came over, examined Moon's body, and reiterated that Moon was very likely to become a Squib, she left the room to prepare the healing Potion.
Only Moon and Snape were left in the Hospital Wing.
Snape was no longer as indifferent as before. He slowly walked to Moon's side.
He took out the empty bottle glowing with green light from his pocket and looked at Moon with a complex expression.
His tone became incredibly serious: "Mr. White, I want you to explain this Potion to me."
He knew that Moon hid too many secrets, and this Potionmight be the key to unlocking all of them.
Moon knew that Snape had finally succumbed to his curiosity. He smiled faintly in his heart and didn't say much.
He raised his head and looked at Snape with his still calm eyes.
He activated the system again, scanning the "holy dragon potion" that glowed with green light:
"Target Name": holy dragon potion (Mutated)
"Talent Traits":
magic Absorption: Can absorb and devour the magicpower of other creatures, strengthening oneself, and even converting other magic into one's own use.
Soul Link: Can establish a soul connection with the user and permanently share magic power.
When Moon saw the attribute panel that appeared before his eyes, his heart could no longer remain calm.
The attributes displayed on it could only be described as terrifying.
He had never expected that after merely undergoing the baptism of the Killing Curse, this Potion, which originally only had the ability to "double magic power," would undergo such an astonishing mutation.
His heart began to waver. He needed to recover his magicpower now, and the blue replication talent could replicate the Elder Wand, allowing him to quickly regain his strength.
However, the attributes of this Potion before him made him even more eager!
For a moment, he didn't know how to choose.
Chapter 57 Dumb Cannon
Professor Snape gazed at Moon with his deep, dark eyes, which were filled with doubt, inquiry, and a hint of barely concealed longing.
He raised his hand, bringing the 'holy dragon potion' glowing with a faint green light, which he had been holding, closer into Moon's view.
His hoarse voice once again echoed in the silent Hospital Wing: "Mr. White, I think you can tell me now, can't you? What exactly is this potion all about?"
His tone had lost its previous coldness, replaced by a mix of probing and expectation, as if he wanted to get a satisfactory answer from Moon.
Deep down, he still harbored a glimmer of hope, anticipating the possibility of Lily's resurrection from Moon's words.
Moon knew that Snape had grown suspicious of him and wanted to extract more secrets from him, but he absolutely could not tell him everything now.
To protect himself, he had to conceal some things, and he intended to leverage his value as much as possible in the upcoming transaction.
Moon's gaze deepened, and he let out a soft sigh, speaking in a somewhat helpless tone: "Professor Snape, I'm not clear on the specifics of this potion either; it was merely a gift from the Centaur Tribe.
I had no idea it would be so special."
He deliberately withheld the information about the potion mutating after being hit by the Killing Curse.
His tone was calm, as if he were discussing something unrelated to himself, making it impossible to discern his true thoughts.
Upon hearing Moon's reply, Snape's face showed disappointment.
He furrowed his brows tightly, seemingly disbelieving Moon's answer, and could clearly sense that Moon was hiding something.
However, he couldn't directly question Moon, as he wanted to use Moon's power to resurrect his beloved.
He had to remain calm.
After a moment of silence, he glanced at Moon's pale face again, his deep eyes filled with complex emotions.
He knew that his hopes seemed to have been dashed once more.
He looked up at the clock on the wall, realizing that his class was about to start.
He spoke in a hoarse and cold voice: "Mr. White, the possibility of your magic recovering is very low; I need to go to class now.
Prepare yourself!"
As he said this, his heart seemed to carry a hint of disappointment.
Moon's unique power did indeed offer him hope for Lily's resurrection, but Moon's situation of losing his magic and becoming a Squib was very rare.
There was no precedent in the Wizarding world for curing a Squib.
Having finished speaking, he turned and left the Hospital Wing.
His retreating figure appeared somewhat lonely and desolate, as if he had returned to being the person who always lived in darkness.
His hope of resurrecting Lily was completely shattered at this moment.
Moon watched Snape's departing back.
He knew that Snape's heart must also be in great pain at this moment, and he also knew that what transpired between him and Snape would always be a cold transaction.
And what he needed to do was to quickly leverage this transaction to make himself stronger.
Just as Moon was about to rest for a while and close his eyes, a familiar yet shrill voice suddenly rang out at the Hospital Wing's entrance.
The voice was full of mockery and schadenfreude, causing Moon's brows to furrow involuntarily.
"Oh, look who it is! Isn't this our famous Moon White? I hear your magic is all gone? Hahahaha!"
Filch's gaunt figure appeared at the Hospital Wing's doorway.
His bloodshot eyes greedily stared at Moon, and a repulsive smile spread across his lips.
He took small, shuffling steps to Moon's bedside.
His face was almost pressed against Moon's, and his breath, reeking of bad odor, wafted onto Moon's face, making Moon extremely uncomfortable.
"How is it, student White? Feeling terrible, aren't you! I told you all before! Don't run around the school! But you wouldn't listen! Look, now you know you were wrong? Serves you right!"
His tone was filled with schadenfreude, as if he thoroughly enjoyed the current scene, wanting to vent all his dissatisfaction onto Moon.
His voice was shrill and piercing, and his wrinkled face was contorted with smugness and mockery.
He even extended his rough finger, poking repeatedly at Moon's bandage, his fingertips covered in viscous saliva.
This disgusting behavior thoroughly enraged Moon.
"You... you..." Moon lay weakly on the bed, his voice frail and powerless.
He hadn't expected Filch to be so cruel as to mock him when he was down, but he couldn't use magic now and could only let Filch insult him with impunity.
Filch seemed to sense Moon's helplessness, and he laughed even louder, triumphantly.
His body moved even closer to Moon; he wanted Moon to feel fear, to understand that all the power he once possessed was like a mirage, shattering with a touch!
His heart reveled in the pleasure of revenge.
He seemed to have forgotten that he too was a Squib, unable to use magic!
His heart had become even more twisted because of this.
"How is it, student White? Now you know power isn't everything, don't you? I've always said! All you magic-users should be controlled! All you self-proclaimed noble Wizards should be punished!"
Filch gesticulated wildly, like a madman.
In his eyes, everyone who could use magic was his enemy, and he wanted to express his dissatisfaction in his own way.
As he spoke, his saliva nearly sprayed onto Moon's face, and his distorted face drew closer and closer to Moon, as if he wanted to see Moon's completely broken expression.
"Enough, Filch! Shut your mouth!"
Just then, an angry voice rang out from the Hospital Wing's doorway.
The voice was clear and full of power, instantly cutting short Filch's arrogant shouting.
Hermione's figure appeared at the doorway, her face filled with fury.
Her eyes were red with anger, and she tightly gripped the wand in her hand, her body trembling slightly.
Her heart was filled with immense disgust at Filch's behavior.
"Filch! You are truly shameless! Do you not have even a shred of sympathy?!" Hermione shouted angrily, her tone filled with rage.
Unable to tolerate Filch's actions, she had to stand up and protect Moon.
Filch's body jolted when he saw Hermione, as if he feared the wand in her hand, instinctively stepping back.
His face showed fear, but he still wanted to put up a brave front.
"You... you... you little girl, mind your own business! I just came to see him! To see if he was dead or not!"
Filch said in a blustering tone, but his body was still trembling slightly.
Hermione looked at Filch's ugly face, no longer able to suppress the anger in her heart.
She raised her wand and said in a cold voice: "Filch! If you don't leave here now! I don't mind letting you taste the new spell I've learned!"
Her eyes were filled with murderous intent, a power that wanted to completely destroy Filch!
Filch knew Hermione wasn't joking.
He finally realized the disparity in strength between himself and Hermione, and could only stomp his foot in resentment.
He glared at Moon with venomous eyes, then hurried out of the Hospital Wing.
"What a disgusting fellow!" Hermione muttered softly.
Moon, meanwhile, lay quietly on the bed, a slight smile playing on his lips.
He made a note of Filch!
Chapter 58 Rumors and Discussions
Hermione looked at Filch's retreating figure, her face still filled with anger, her wand clutched tightly in her hand, and her body trembling slightly from rage.
She turned around and looked at Moon, a look of guilt and worry on her face, and her tone softened: "Moon, are you alright? That Filch is truly too much, don't mind him! He's a complete villain, I've disliked him for a long time!"
Moon looked at Hermione's concerned eyes, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
He could feel Hermione's concern for him, and he gently shook his head, saying in a calm tone: "I'm fine, you don't need to get angry over such a petty person.
The more he acts like this, the more it shows how weak he is inside.
Such a person is not worth our attention."
He wouldn't waste time on such meaningless things; what he needed to do now was to restore his magic as quickly as possible.
His gaze swept over Hermione, and suddenly he thought of something.
He asked in a puzzled tone: "Hermione, why are you here? Isn't it class time right now?"
He remembered that Hermione had always been a person who valued her studies greatly, and all her time seemed to be occupied by learning.
How could she suddenly appear in the Hospital Wing?
When Hermione heard Moon's question, a slightly hesitant expression appeared on her face, as if she was considering whether she should tell Moon the truth.
She bit her lip tightly.
She knew that the power she possessed originated from an unknown secret.
Ultimately, she decided to tell Moon the truth; after all, she trusted Moon and knew that he would not betray her.
She took a deep breath and said in a low voice: "Moon, actually... on the first night I arrived at Hogwarts, I found a note and a magic item on my bed."
She slowly took out a golden hourglass from her pocket.
Her fingers gently caressed the surface of the hourglass, her eyes filled with complex emotions.
"That's a... Time-Turner; that's what the note said, and it also explained how to use it!" Hermione continued, handing the parchment to Moon.
"Oh, right, a Time-Turner!" Moon nearly forgot about the Time-Turner Hermione had when he heard her words; his time talent was obtained by copying the Time-Turner.
He remembered that Professor McGonagall had applied to the Ministry of Magic for it to facilitate Hermione's studies; how did it turn into something that just appeared on Hermione's bed when she arrived?
The situation was urgent when he copied it, so he didn't pay attention, but now that he thought about it, something seemed off.
He took the parchment Hermione handed him and carefully read the words on it.
It was a very ancient script, and the content detailed the usage and precautions of the Time-Turner, without stating who sent it.
He really couldn't figure out why.
Moon shook his head, deciding to stop thinking for now.
After all, his top priority was to restore his magic and ask Headmaster Dumbledore about some information regarding Voldemort's ability to break time magic.
"Hermione, since you have a Time-Turner, that means you're both in class and able to come here to me right now, correct?" Moon looked up at Hermione, a hint of emotion in his voice.
Hermione nodded, a helpless smile on her face.
She knew her actions violated school rules, but for Moon, she felt she had done nothing wrong.
"Yes, I set aside some time every day to handle some things, but your matter is the most important; I must ensure your safety!"
She looked up, gazing at Moon with determination, her eyes filled with persistence.
Moon looked at Hermione's determined eyes, and a warmth spread through his heart.
"Hermione, I have a request now, and I hope you can help me," Moon said in a serious tone.
"Tell me, Moon! Whatever it is, I will help you!" Hermionesaid without hesitation, her tone filled with trust in Moon.
"I need you to use the Time-Turner to take me to see Headmaster Dumbledore," Moon's tone was calm and firm.
He had to copy the Elder Wand's attributes as soon as possible.
Hermione didn't hesitate for a moment, immediately nodding in agreement: "Okay! I'll take you there right now!"
She didn't know why Moon needed to see Headmaster Dumbledore now, but she was willing to help Moon.
Hermione used the Invisibility Charm to hide Moon's figure, then carefully used the Levitation Charm to quickly move through the corridors of Hogwarts with Moon.
She dodged passing students while cautiously observing her surroundings.
As they passed through the corridor, they could hear the surrounding students whispering about Moon.
"Have you heard? Moon White, the one who rode the Unicorn, has lost his magic! He's become a Squib!" a low voice said, with a hint of sarcasm and schadenfreude in his tone.
"I thought he was some amazing magic genius! Now isn't he just a waste?" another sharp voice echoed, full of disdain, seemingly very pleased with Moon's misfortune.
"Oh! What a pity, his talent was so high, and now it's just gone!" a regretful voice said.
All sorts of comments filled the entire Hogwarts.
Many people's words were full of mockery and contempt for Moon.
They had no idea of the price Moon had paid to protect them.
They only saw Moon's current predicament and began to mock him without restraint.
Listening to the harsh voices around her, Hermione's anger began to burn.
She bit her lip tightly, her body trembling slightly from rage.
She knew that Moon must be having a very difficult time right now, and yet she couldn't do anything for him.
She glanced at Moon, wanting to comfort him, but found that Moon's expression remained as calm as water, seemingly indifferent to the surrounding discussions.
This made her admire him even more and feel even more heartache for Moon.
Moon looked at Hermione's worried eyes.
He said softly, "Hermione, don't mind what they say.
These voices won't affect me in the slightest.
What I need to do is to shut them up completely with my actions!"
His tone was full of confidence.
When Hermione heard Moon's words, her heart calmed down a little.
She believed that Moon would definitely be able to overcome all difficulties.
Just as they were about to turn a corner, they vaguely heard familiar voices talking.
Hermione hid behind the wall, carefully looking to the other side of the corridor.
She saw Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle standing there, seemingly discussing something.
She instinctively wanted to hide, but then heard Crabbe's sharp voice: "Draco, have you heard? That Moon White has become a Squib! Hahahaha! That's great! I've disliked him for a long time!"
Goyle also chimed in: "That's right! Draco, he deserves it! Who told him to be so arrogant usually! How about it now? Tasted the bitterness, have you!"
When Malfoy heard Crabbe and Goyle's words, he suddenly stopped.
His face was as gloomy as storm clouds before a tempest, and his grey eyes were filled with displeasure.
"You two, shut up!" he said angrily, his tone filled with undeniable power.
"Who gave you permission to discuss Moon? I told you not to bother him again! Are you taking my words as idle chatter?!"
His tone was exceptionally stern.
Crabbe and Goyle instantly fell silent when they heard Malfoy's roar.
Their bodies trembled slightly, and fear appeared on their faces.
They quickly lowered their heads, not daring to make another sound.
Hermione saw Malfoy's unusual behavior, and a surprised expression appeared on her face.
She couldn't understand why Malfoy would suddenly change his attitude.
Shouldn't he be mocking Moon?
Why would he stop his followers?
Hermione looked at Moon with a puzzled expression.
She also seemed to feel that the Malfoy in front of her was somewhat different from the Malfoy in her memory.
As for Moon, after hearing Malfoy's words, a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
His heart seemed to hold more expectations for Malfoy.
Malfoy's change made him believe even more that his choice was not wrong; he had the ability to change this distorted world.
Hermione, taking Moon, continued towards the Headmaster's office.
Her heart also held a glimmer of hope because of Malfoy's actions.
Hermione used magic to safely bring Moon to the entrance of the Headmaster's office.
She froze.
She realized she didn't know how to get in.
Chapter 59: Restoring Magic
Hermione walked to the griffin statue, extending her hand, wanting to see how to get in.
The next moment, a familiar yet gentle voice, carrying a calming power, came from behind her.
"Miss Granger, is there something you need?"
Hermione's body trembled violently. She quickly turned around, discovering Dumbledore standing behind her. His clear blue eyes shimmered with wisdom in the dim corridor, as if he had already known they would come here.
His gaze inadvertently swept across the air beside Hermione, seemingly having detected Moon in his invisible state.
Hermione looked at the suddenly appearing Dumbledore, her face immediately showing a slightly awkward and flustered expression. She quickly straightened the corner of her robe and said in a somewhat trembling voice, "Headmaster Dumbledore, I... I have something I'd like to discuss with you privately. Can we go inside to talk?"
She knew that Moon's current state was very special, and they had to be careful.
Dumbledore smiled slightly, his wrinkled face full of kindness and amiability. He nodded and said in a gentle tone, "Of course, Miss Granger, please follow me."
With that, he walked past Hermione, his steps slow and steady, to the stone statue of the Headmaster's office. He extended a finger, gently stroking the statue's feathers. His lips moved slightly, uttering a familiar password: "Lemon Sherbet."
Immediately, the enormous griffin statue let out a low rumble and began to slowly rotate. The wall behind the statue also began to open automatically, revealing a spiral staircase.
Dumbledore gestured slightly to Hermione, then led the way up the spiral staircase. Hermione followed closely, glancing at the invisible Moon beside her, and quickly walked in.
The moment Hermione stepped into Dumbledore's office, she was stunned by the sight before her.
The entire office was like a magic treasure trove. Bookshelves were filled with various books, walls were covered with magic portraits of different forms, and magicprops were scattered on the floor.
In the center of the room was a large desk, laden with various documents and magic artifacts.
And the Phoenix Fawkes stood elegantly on the windowsill, preening his flame-like feathers.
Dumbledore slowly walked behind his desk. He casually picked up an exquisite candy box and handed it to Hermione, his tone still amiable: "Miss Granger, would you like to try my new Lemon Sherbet? Its taste is excellent, I'm sure you'll like it."
Hermione hesitated as she took the candy box. She took out a transparent lemon-colored candy from it, put it in her mouth, and immediately showed an expression of discomfort.
She frowned hard and said with a slight embarrassment, "Headmaster Dumbledore, this candy... it's really too sour. I still don't like it very much."
She quickly spat out the candy.
Dumbledore saw Hermione's cute expression and showed an even more benevolent smile.
He seemed not to notice Hermione's slightly stiff movements. He put away the candy box while smiling slightly at the air.
Then, he offered another type of candy in his hand to the void.
"Well, Mr. White, how about you try this flavor?"
Hermione's eyes instantly widened when she saw Dumbledore's action.
She exclaimed, "Oh! Headmaster Dumbledore, you... you already knew?!"
She had not expected Dumbledore to perceive the invisible Moon so easily.
Dumbledore looked at Hermione's surprised expression, a matter-of-fact smile on his face. His tone was calm and confident: "Of course, Miss Granger, I am the Headmasterof Hogwarts. I naturally know everything that happens in the school."
His eyes were full of wisdom, as if he had already seen through everything.
His true purpose, in fact, was to test Moon, to see how he would react.
As for the invisible Moon, the moment he entered the office, he had already activated his system scan.
His gaze was fixed on the Elder Wand Dumbledore had placed on his desk.
He knew he had to seize this opportunity. He would use this chance with the blue copy talent to completely change his destiny!
[Target Name]: Elder Wand (Elder Wand)
[Talent Traits]
Infinite Magic Power: Source of magic, greatly amplifies output, accelerates magic recovery.
Spell Enhancement: Extreme spell power, can enhance ordinary spells.
Wand Control: Perfect control of wands, arbitrary manipulation of all wand magic.
magic Reversal: Rebounds enemy magic, returning it in kind.
"Copy the 'Infinite Magic Power' and 'Spell Enhancement' talents of the Elder Wand!" Moon silently thought to himself, using the blue copy talent without hesitation.
A powerful force instantly erupted within his body.
His originally empty body, like a parched land receiving sweet rain, was irrigated by a powerful magic.
His body became like a giant vortex, frantically devouring all surrounding magic energy.
His magic power value also soared like a rocket, and his body emitted a powerful aura!
The Invisibility Charm on his body completely collapsed due to this sudden appearance of magic.
His figure, at this moment, reappeared before Dumbledoreand Hermione.
His silver-white eyes were filled with powerful magic. His figure, driven by a powerful airflow, had his robes billowing without wind.
His hair slowly floated behind him.
His face was also filled with unprecedented confidence.
In an instant, a powerful magic fluctuation swept through the entire office. The books on the shelves rustled in the wind.
The portraits hanging on the walls also shook violently.
Even the Phoenix Fawkes slightly narrowed his eyes, seemingly sensing the powerful force emanating from Moon.
Hermione stared wide-eyed at the suddenly appearing Moon, disbelieving.
She could clearly feel that the magic fluctuations from Moon were even more powerful and unfathomable than before.
She couldn't understand what was happening. She had originally thought Moon had become a Squib, completely losing all his magic.
But now, the power he displayed seemed to far exceed anything in the past.
She said in a trembling voice, "Moon, your... your magic has recovered? What... what exactly is going on?"
Her tone was filled with shock, and her intelligent mind couldn't comprehend everything before her.
As for Dumbledore, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. His old face showed an unprecedented solemnity.
He could clearly feel that the power emanating from Moonhad become so strong that it made him feel a sense of dread.
This level of magic had never existed in the magic world.
Moon's appearance would likely have a huge impact on the entire magic world.
He watched Moon with an even deeper gaze. He also wanted to know why all this was happening.
Chapter 60: Terrifying Magic
Moon felt the magic surging within him like a volcanic eruption.
His body seemed to be filled with a powerful force.
His previously somewhat weak body gradually regained vitality.
He slowly raised the silver-grey Elder Wand in his hand, and its surface seemed to emit an even more dazzling light due to the infusion of magic.
He concentrated, slowly injecting the vast magic within him into the Elder Wand.
He knew that he had to use the power he now possessed to completely heal his injuries.
He softly chanted: "Vulnera Sanentur!"
A silvery-white light shot from the tip of his Elder Wand, instantly enveloping his entire body.
The light, like flowing water, gently caressed every inch of his skin.
He could clearly feel that the remaining Killing Cursepower inside his body was being rapidly expelled.
His damaged meridians were also repairing at a visible speed.
His bandaged body began to emit a faint warmth.
He used the Spell Enhancement ability copied from the Elder Wand to elevate his mutated Vulnera Sanentur to another level.
He could clearly feel a Space-time Manipulation power flowing within his body.
His injuries, which would have originally taken at least a month to recover, were healing at an astonishing speed, as if time itself had lost its effect on him.
When Moon opened his eyes again, his body, which had been severely injured and difficult to move, had returned to normal.
He could feel the magic within him continuously growing.
He reached out and gently touched his chest.
He could clearly feel that the wound there had completely disappeared.
Upon tearing off the bandages, not even a trace of a scar could be found.
He could finally stretch his body.
The long-lost feeling of freedom made him feel incredibly relaxed.
Moon opened the system panel again to check his attribute changes:
[Host Information]
Name: Moon White
System Level: 1
Age: 11 years old
magic Power: 11264 (Growing)
Talents: Alchemy, Space-time Manipulation, Infinite Magic Power, Spell Enhancement
Copied Talent Count: 0
[Spells Mastered]
Levitation Charm (Space-time Mutation)
Alohomora (Space-time Mutation)
Lumos (Space-time Mutation)
Repairing Charm (Space-time Mutation)
Stunning Spell (Space-time Mutation)
Petrificus Totalus (Space-time Mutation)
Invisibility Charm (Space-time Mutation)
Accio (Space-time Mutation)
Sectumsempra (Space-time Mutation)
Vulnera Sanentur (Space-time Mutation)
[Wealth]
Account Balance: 35000 Galleon.
[Quest List]
Current Quest: Personally defeat Quirrell and prevent Voldemort's resurrection (High Difficulty Quest)
Reward: Blue Copy Count x1
[Skill List]
Time Perception (Level 6)
[Skill Name: Time Perception
Skill Level: 6 (Future 10 minutes from now)
Skill Effect: Has a faint perception of the flow of time, can predict impending events in a short period, effect strengthens with skill level.]
Moon looked at the exaggerated magic power value on the system panel.
He finally realized how powerful the Elder Wand's "Infinite Magic Power" characteristic was.
He could clearly feel that the magic within him, like a huge source of energy, was continuously gushing forth and growing at an astonishing rate.
He would never have to worry about his magic power depleting.
He carefully checked the attribute panel and found that the magic power value was still fluctuating, rapidly increasing by multiples.
He knew that the magic power he possessed already surpassed all Wizards in this magical world!
Because Moon had asked the system and knew that a normal Auror's magic power value was only around 500.
And he, after using the characteristics of the Elder Wand, had reached dozens of times that amount!
This had completely exceeded all his previous expectations.
He slowly raised his head and looked at Hermione.
He knew that Hermione had been worried about his condition.
Hermione saw that the bandages on Moon's body had disappeared, replaced by intact skin.
She couldn't help but exclaim, an expression of disbelief on her face.
She could feel that Moon's aura had become even stronger and more mysterious.
"Moon! Are you... are you really alright? Are your injuries all healed? This... this is simply incredible! How did you do it?!" she said with a trembling voice.
She couldn't understand how Moon had managed to completely heal his injuries in such a short time.
But she was very happy inside that Moon could recover as before.
"I'm alright!"
Moon looked at Hermione, a gentle smile on his face.
He knew that Hermione was just worried about him.
"Hermione, thank you for bringing me here," he thanked Hermione with a sincere tone.
If it weren't for Hermione's help, he might not have been able to obtain the power of the Elder Wand so smoothly in such a short time.
"Why are you thanking me? We're friends, aren't I supposed to help you?" Hermione looked at Moon, speaking with a puzzled tone.
She felt very happy that she could help Moon.
All this time, it had always been Moon helping her, Harry, and Ron, making her feel very useless.
Now she could finally help Moon.
Moon smiled.
He didn't continue to explain, but instead turned to Dumbledore, saying in a calm tone: "Headmaster Dumbledore, I still have some questions I'd like to ask you."
Dumbledore's eyes, as he looked at Moon, were full of inquiry.
A thoughtful expression appeared on his face.
He could clearly feel that Moon's magic power fluctuations had become exceptionally powerful, even making him feel a sense of danger.
He said in a gentle tone: "Mr. White, the power you possess truly exceeds my expectations. I can feel that your magic power is far beyond your peers, even surpassing all known Wizards. This is indeed somewhat incredible."
He didn't answer Moon, but instead probed him, trying to find some clues in his words.
Moon looked at Dumbledore and calmly replied: "Headmaster Dumbledore, if I said I didn't know either, would you believe me?"
His tone carried a hint of helplessness.
He would not tell anyone the secret of his "System".
This was his trump card and his biggest secret.
Dumbledore once again fixed his gaze on Moon, carefully observing the young man in front of him.
He could feel the sincerity in Moon's tone and the powerful force emanating from Moon, but he couldn't understand the source of it all, which made him feel a little helpless.
Sighing softly, he knew that Moon was unwilling to speak and he couldn't force him.
He had once tried to use Legilimency on Moon, wanting to explore the secrets within Moon's mind, but found that his magic completely lost its effect on Moon.
He was like an unexplorable enigma, hiding all his secrets in the darkness.
This also made him feel that he couldn't fully trust the young man in front of him!
But now, he could only choose to believe, because Moon's potential was far greater than anyone he knew.
And judging from Moon's behavior during this time, the chances of him becoming the new Voldemort were not high.
Since Moon was unwilling to reveal more, he could only choose to give up.
He knew that everyone had secrets, and some secrets might never be uncovered.
And all he could do was accept it all.
He slowly raised his head, withdrew his inquiring gaze, and his tone became calm and kind: "Since that's the case, let's pretend I didn't ask. Now, Mr. White, what questions do you need to ask?"