Hogwarts transfer students just want to be in love

In the room, Dumbledore sat on a chair with his hands folded, and the half-moon-shaped mirrors reflected white light, making his expression unclear.

"black tea?"

The boy sitting opposite him asked, but he didn't wait for the other party's response, but just snapped his fingers.

The tea sets and utensils on the shelf in the distance seem to be controlled by a pair of invisible hands, and a series of processes of making tea are completed autonomously in mid-air, and two cups of black tea slowly fall in front of the two.

Mo Bai raised his glass and took a sip, then nodded in satisfaction.

"British black tea really has a unique flavor."

Dumbledore also took a sip and smacked his lips, "It would be nice if there was more sugar."

"There's no sugar in black tea..."

The atmosphere seemed happy, but Dumbledore still had a slight worry lingering between his brows.

Seeing this, Mo Bai curled his lips.

"Isn't it just killing two beasts who trafficked children? Shouldn't these people deserve what they deserve?"

Seeing that Mobai didn't seem to care, Dumbledore's worry grew deeper.

What he was afraid of still happened. Mo Bai did not hide his strength at all, and even killed two Muggles.

In particular, he also felt the remnants of the Cruciatus Curse at the scene, which can be said to be massacre.

There is even that curse that few even dark wizards can successfully release...

Avada Kedavra.

Fortunately, it was the one who was recruited...

The only thing that made him a little bit relieved was that the other party's murder was for a reason, not a careless death for no reason.

It's just that the means are a bit too extreme.

Dumbledore looked straight into his black eyes.

"Do you know, if I hadn't sensed your magical fluctuations, and went to the scene immediately to smooth out the traces of your curse, it would not be me who appeared here, but the Auror of the Ministry of Magic, and you would be killed Shut down to Azkaban!"

Mobai, the famous name of Azkaban, of course knows that it is called the most terrifying prison in the world, and it is guarded by a group of terrifying monsters called dementors. It is said that the prisoners held there will be worse than death. The color of the talk changed.

Mo Bai thought that the other party would educate him. Anyway, when he made mistakes in his previous life, his parents beat him a lot, and he was ready to be beaten.

I really didn't expect the other party to wipe my ass.

"Thank you, Professor Dumbledore."

Meeting the well-behaved and docile boy in front of him, Dumbledore really couldn't connect him with the "evil wizard" who tortured and killed two Muggles.

As expected of Gellert who taught them, even this decent and elegant appearance is exactly the same.

Dumbledore sighed deeply, when facing Mobai, his wisdom seemed to leave him.

After all, Gellert raised the child with his own hands, and now it is in his own hands.

He really regarded him as his own, and the great white wizard hadn't felt so helpless for a long time.

He knew that this kind of thing should not be rushed for a while. The young man had followed the most terrifying Dark Lord in the world since he was a child, and under his influence, this kind of decisive character was not something he could correct with just a few words.

Moreover, in fact, this kind of character is actually necessary for a leader.

But Dumbledore didn't want the other party to go astray.

This kind of contradictory mood is also the trouble of the old father...

However, there was one thing that gave Dumbledore some comfort.

Because the other party did this to protect the people around them.

This incident also made him discover the importance of Hermione in his mind.

That is a kind and enthusiastic little girl, if the other party can infect Mo Bai a little, it would be great...

Mo Bai didn't know that Dumbledore's heart was full of twists and turns at this time, he didn't take what happened last night to his mind at all, and what he was thinking about at this moment was still about his wand.

Seeing the old man sitting there silently thinking about something, he resisted the impatience in his heart and asked tentatively, "Professor, is there anything else?"

Of course, it was so easy to expose the matter of killing two people? !

But looking at the other party's appearance, there seemed to be something urgent, so Dumbledore decided to change his mind.

"Not for now, but what are you going to do?"

"It's nothing. I just bought a wand in Diagon Alley a while ago. That wand... the wand Mr. Ollivander sold to me seems to be a little flawed."

"Oh? As far as I know, Ollivander's wands have never had any problems. Could you show me?"

"Of course, Professor."

Mobai handed the wand to Dumbledore, and the old man took it, observing the wand confidently with his eyes behind the half-moon mirror.

"Well, fifteen inches, the body of the stick seems to be... Baitang wood?"

He glanced at the young man, waved his wand casually, and a gentle white light emerged from the tip of the wand.

"The core of the unicorn hair, the magic power flows smoothly, um, a good white magic wand."

Mo Bai looked at him in surprise, "Do you understand magic wand?"

"Slightly understand," Dumbledore smiled kindly, "After all, I have lived for more than 100 years, and I always read books in my spare time."

It's alright, old people become smart.

"As far as I can see, there's nothing wrong with this wand."

Mo Bai frowned, "But when I release magic, I always feel that the flow of magic power is very obscure, and it consumes a lot more."

"You try again."

Mo Bai took the wand, and imitated Dumbledore and released a light spell. Sure enough, that obscure feeling reappeared, and the light on the tip of the wand was like an unstable light bulb, flickering non-stop, still very bright. dazzling.

"Look, it might as well be empty-handed."

He snapped his fingers with his free left hand, and a stable ball of light was suspended on his fingertips, but because of the faint black mist around it, the ball of light looked foggy.

Dumbledore's eyes lit up, he found the problem, and the entanglement in his heart seemed to find a direction...

"When you release the spell, will you involuntarily carry the silent power?"

"Yes!"

Mo Bai nodded without hesitation, "After all, it is a part of my body. My magic power and silence are mixed together. The old man told me that it doesn't matter, but it will increase the power of black magic."

Dumbledore pondered for a while, "There is nothing wrong with your wand, or rather, your wand is a very good wand."

"But……"

The old man waved his hand to signal him not to worry, "Unicorn hair is a material that is extremely compatible with white magic, and it will resist black magic."

"Mr. Ollivander said that... Oh! I see!"

Seeing Mobai's suddenly enlightened expression, Dumbledore also nodded.

"Moran is essentially a kind of black magic power. As long as your magic power carries this power, it will be resisted by the wand."

"So I can use this wand as long as I separate the magic from the silence?"

"The principle is like this, but after all, your magic power has been eroded silently for many years, and it is not so simple to separate..."

Before he finished speaking, Dumbledore was surprised to find that a beam of light suddenly appeared on the tip of the young man's staff. The light was soft and steady, not at all as dazzling as before.

This young man gave himself a lot of surprises.

Magic is actually a spiritual power, and the nature of magic power will affect the character of the caster.

Taking the Avada Kedavra curse as an example, if the caster has no killing intent in his heart, even if he can release it, it will at most cause nosebleeds.

And similarly, there is a spell in white magic called [Guardian Charm], and some black wizards cannot cast this spell at all.

Therefore, most wizards who are good at black magic have relatively negative personalities, maybe crazy and cruel, maybe arrogant and indifferent...

Even if these people release a light spell, they will be extremely dazzling, with obvious personal characteristics.

But the young man in front of him can easily strip away the negative emotions, otherwise it would be impossible to release such a soft light.

In other words, the young man still has a gentle and kind side in his heart...

What he has to do is to amplify these positive emotions in the young man's heart.

At least he won't rashly attack and hurt others because of Mo Ran's influence.

A thoughtful gleam flashed in the old man's eyes.