Hogwarts transfer students just want to be in love

The scene switched quickly, and Mo Bai found himself and Dumbledore in an unknown open space outside London.

There is no one around, only the rustling wind surrounds the old and the young.

Dumbledore looked directly into the boy's eyes.

"You just now, can you master the power that destroyed the bookstore?"

Mo Bai raised his eyebrows, but he didn't answer, he asked instead.

"How do you know what happened to the bookstore? Are you following me?"

Dumbledore smiled kindly, "No, I just happened to pass by."

Mo Bai squinted his eyes, but the next moment he saw his head tilted back suddenly, as if he was hit by something, and he became dizzy for a moment.

"Oh?"

Dumbledore looked at him a little amusedly, "Gellert actually taught you [Instinct]? It's very good..."

He commented pertinently, "If it weren't for the difference of more than 100 years between us, I might have really been recruited."

"Is it?"

Mo Bai shook his still somewhat confused head, he was a little unconvinced in his youthful vigor.

"Then how about this trick?"

The young man raised his right hand sharply, and the temperature of the surrounding air rose rapidly in an instant, and a fiery fireball appeared out of thin air between the two of them.

The color of the fireball is very strange. It is not like the usual bright yellow, but azure blue like the deep sea. It seems that the mind will be sucked in at a glance, and there is a faint black mist around the edge.

Dumbledore's pupils tightened, not paying attention to his slightly curly beard.

Unexpectedly, there was no staff silently casting the Fierce Fire Curse? !
And this black mist...? !

"Since you are able to block [Instigmatism], and you are still the old man's "friend", then this must be fine, right?"

The young man pulled his hands together, and the scorching fireball expanded instantly, and the air began to distort due to the rapid increase in temperature, giving people the illusion that it was about to be ignited.

Dumbledore's hair and whiskers fluttered with the heat, and he watched in admiration as the giant fireball above his head quickly distorted, elongated, and swelled, without any extra magic power leaking out during the process.

In the air above the two of them, there is a giant whale tens of meters long!
The giant whale roared silently at Dumbledore, its blue tail set off waves of flames in the air, and the giant whale rushed towards him.

At this time, Dumbledore was as small as an ant in front of the giant whale, but after he glanced at the giant whale with the eyes of admiring the artwork, he just pointed his finger in front of him and spit out the spell gently.

"Finite"

Dazzling but not burning yellow light emerged from the old man's fingertips, gently wrapping the entire giant whale.

Mo Bai stood on the spot and controlled the giant whale with one hand and one claw, but no matter how the giant whale struggled, it couldn't stop the yellow light from spreading.

Until the yellow light completely envelops the giant whale, the light expands and shrinks rapidly until it becomes a ball of light.

With a pop, the ball of light was disillusioned, as if everything just now was an illusion, only because of the rapid drop in temperature, the breeze blown up by the temperature difference told the boy with the undissipated temperature that he had indeed released a Fierce Fire Curse just now.

This is a black magic that few even adult wizards can control.

"Tsk."

Mo Bai curled his lips unhappily, "I knew it."

Dumbledore looked at him gently, "Gellert did the same?"

"Almost, except that he's a little rougher."

"Well, he does sometimes get rough."

Just as Mo Bai was about to nod along, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Do you mean the same thing when you say "rough" to him? ? ?

He quickly cut off the thought of thinking about it, but his body couldn't help but feel a chill.

"You didn't ask me to discuss my old man's "rudeness", did you?"

Dumbledore's expression became serious, "The black mist on your Fiercefire, and the power that attacked Malfoy in Diagon Alley..."

"It's what you want to ask, right? My old man really tells you everything. This is my biggest secret. He told me to keep it a secret, so he turned around and told others..."

Mobai muttered unhappily, stretched out his slender palms, and could see a cloud of black mist emerging from between his fingers.

"This is what you want to see, this dark magical power that shouldn't exist—silently."

Dumbledore felt the extremely evil and violent black magic power from this cloud of black mist, but this power obediently wrapped around the young man's fingers, under his control like an arm, without any sign of losing control.

The young man also looked at the black mist between his fingers, his eyes darkened.

After he crossed over, it didn't take long to discover this uncontrollable force in his body.

It's just that the price of discovering this power is a quarter of the castle and half his life...

If it weren't for that bad old man, he might have died in the first year after time travel.

He looked at Dumbledore.

"He didn't teach me any spells at first, he just told me one thing, if I can't control it, it will kill me."

"Obviously," the boy shrugged, "I don't want to die."

With a wave of his hand, the black mist formed silently escaped, and obediently condensed around him to form an oriental dragon hovering around him, then turned into an eagle soaring in the sky, and turned into a giant whale hovering around him. Wandering in mid-air, it finally shrunk into a black sphere, quietly suspended on the boy's flat palm.

"It took me five years to master it."

With one hand, the black ball burst into black mist and retracted into his body.

Dumbledore stared in surprise.

Obscurity is a dark magical power that can only be found in the gifted young wizard.

Due to certain external negative reasons in their childhood, they will suppress the magical power in their bodies and resist it.

However, due to the lack of guidance, they did not learn to control and control their own power, thus deriving parasites, that is, silence.

The wizards who are parasitized by silence are called silent ones.

Generally speaking, silent people can't live to be ten years old, because with the growth of time, silent will only become stronger and stronger, but the little wizard doesn't have enough spiritual power to suppress it, and can only end up being swallowed.

Over the past hundred years, he has also seen several obscurants, even among his relatives, there were also obscurants.

However, the boy who can control Mo Moran to this level is the No.1 boy he has ever seen.

He looked at Mo Bai with complicated eyes. He was handsome and talented, and he was extremely good at using black magic.

Even the Fierce Fire Curse, which is extremely difficult to control, can be commanded like an arm. He doesn't believe that the other party only knows this kind of black magic.

He seemed to see that magnificent man from many years ago standing in front of him again, and he seemed to see that stubborn student from more than 40 years ago.

He looked at the young man, struggling and even a faint killing intent flashed in his eyes.

The boy's future is sure to be limitless.

Either evil or justice.

But... there will be no limit...

In an instant, Dumbledore seemed to understand Gellert's intention of sending him to his side.

It's a gamble.

A gamble between the greatest dark wizard of all time and the greatest white wizard to guide this boy's future.

The bet is the future of the wizarding world.

Gellert, Gellert, you still haven't let go of your ambition...

Is this your choice?The one who can unify the magical world and the human world?

He knew that he could not refuse this bet.

There was no way he would allow such a talented young wizard to become a second Voldemort, a third Dark Lord, and quite possibly the most terrifying one ever.

After all... this is a gifted silent person.

"Bai, as the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I sincerely invite you to join Hogwarts."

Mo Bai frowned, "Didn't you already give me the admission letter? I'm still in the second grade."

"However, I have a small request." Dumbledore looked serious.

"what?"

"When you're at school, don't do any dark magic, especially magic on people, unless absolutely necessary."

"Yes~"

As long as you don't take the initiative to provoke me.

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, and Mo Bai suddenly felt a chill in his head.

"If you break the rules, let Gellert punish you himself."

Mobai looked at Dumbledore with grief and indignation, "How can a principal use [Instigmatism] on students?"

I just can't beat you, or I will definitely beat you up!
Dumbledore looked back jokingly, "You haven't enrolled yet, you are not my student."

"Okay." Mo Bai froze, "I see."

However, Mo Bai secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

It seems that Dumbledore, like the old man, cannot see his memory of being a time traveler even with [Inspirit Fetching].

In the words of the old man, that part of the memory in his mind was like being shrouded in fog, making it impossible to see clearly.

Just in line with his "amnesia" rhetoric...

"You asked me to come to see Moran?"

"Yes."

"That's fine, send me back after you finish reading, Hermione is still waiting for me, don't make her wait in a hurry."

Mo Bai frowned, "It still hurts when she hit someone."

Hearing this sentence, Dumbledore's frowning brows suddenly relaxed, and he looked at him softly and kindly.

"Of course, Bai."

He discovered the biggest difference between Mobai, Grindelwald and Voldemort...

The old man turned his eyes to the far distance, which was the residence of the Granger family.

Love can conquer all ambitions and desires.

He is confident that the young man named Mo Bai in front of him will definitely become the core figure in the fusion of the two worlds in the future.

But not with Grindelwald's violent reign, but a leader, a peaceful, loving leader.

"Oh, by the way, Bai, please do me a little favor..."