However, after using it once, Elvin felt that a big problem in his heart had been solved.
At least he was not so curious anymore.
But, you know what, purple flames are really cool.
Elvin felt that his current spell training was a bit off.
Everything was purple.
The big melon was purple, and the fierce fire was also purple.
As we all know, in all the routines of novels.
Those who can play the same attack with different colors are the best.
Sure enough, he, Elvin Cavendish, is the protagonist.
The real protagonist.
So cool.
Whistling, Elvin strolled back to the Slytherin common room.
Now the magic power in Elvin's body can be said to be empty.
There is nothing left.
Elvin needs to sleep to quickly restore his magic power.
The wizarding world does not seem to have any means to restore magic.
Take medicine and sleep, these are the only two ways.
Otherwise, wizards are backward.
I can't even meditate.
Look at the novels, where wizards can meditate to restore their mana.
After returning to the Slytherin common room.
It was already past ten o'clock in the evening.
Elvin's magic power had only recovered about one-tenth.
Such an empty magic power made Elvin feel very insecure.
Enter the password, and the door to the common room opened.
Elvin walked in.
Beside the fireplace, there were several little wizards sitting.
They were gathered together holding books and discussing their studies.
Elvin was very satisfied.
Look, this is the hope of Slytherin.
What a group of good kids.
If one day Slytherin can be like Ravenclaw, full of academic masters, plus Slytherin's inherent bloodline attributes, Elvin felt that the day when Slytherin became the strongest college had come.
A group of little wizards also saw Elvin coming back.
They stood up quickly.
"Prefect!"
Elvin nodded: "Good! Keep up the momentum, Slytherin's future will be bright because of you!"
The young wizards felt more motivated after hearing this.
They wanted to stuff the books in their hands directly into their heads.
Malfoy came to Elvin's side: "Prefect! Professor Quirrell came to see you, but you were not there! He told you to go to his office to see him!"
Elvin's expression froze for a moment.
Quirrell?
Mr. Socket, what the hell?
How did this guy target him?
Elvin wouldn't think that Quirrell wanted to see him.
It must be the Socket Spirit who made Quirrell come to him.
Malfoy saw Elvin's expression.
"What's wrong? Prefect? Is there something wrong?"
Elvin shook his head: "Nothing! You continue to study! I'll go back and clean up!"
Malfoy nodded, without asking any more questions.
Elvin came to his dormitory.
Sitting on a chair.
Erwin frowned.
What did the socket spirit want to do with him?
Erwin kept a distance from the socket spirit.
After all, this guy is really not that easy to deal with.
Even though he lost to Dumbledore, his performance in the original book was a bit lame.
But that was all calculated by Dumbledore, plus the plot killing.
If Voldemort is really worthless.
Why did Dumbledore, who is so powerful, still calculate Voldemort?
On the one hand, it is because of the existence of Horcruxes. Dumbledore cannot kill Voldemort without solving all Horcruxes.
On the other hand, isn't this a kind of fear of the socket and a recognition of the socket's strength?
Especially after witnessing Dumbledore's strength.
Erwin's vigilance against these old Dengs has been fully raised.
The battle between Dumbledore and those black-robed men that day really shocked Erwin.
The flames that almost dyed the entire sky red.
It's simply outrageous.
And how strong was Voldemort, who fought back and forth with Dumbledore at his peak?
Erwin shuddered subconsciously.
Terrible socket spirit.
Erwin communicated with the system in his mind.
"System! What level is the socket spirit's magic power at?"
[Ding! Peak Voldemort, magic power is above level six, below level seven! ]
Erwin scratched his head: "Do you want to listen to what you are talking about, between six and seven? At six and a half!"
[Ding! There is nothing wrong with the host saying this! At his peak, Voldemort's magic power was indeed higher than level six, but it did not reach level seven! ]
Erwin said: "Then if the real combat power can be visualized, what level is Voldemort at?"
[Ding! According to the system data, if the real combat power is taken into account for all reasons, Voldemort's combat power should be able to reach level eight, Dumbledore'sDuo and peak Grindelwald are also at this level! ]
Elvin frowned: "That's not right! Is Voldemort so strong?"
[Ding! The system only simulates Voldemort's peak state. This state is Voldemort's best age, best strength, and no split Horcrux! ]
Elvin understood.
Cute Mr. Socket, splitting the Horcrux weakened his strength.
Tsk tsk tsk, this must be a fool.
Elvin asked: "What about me?"
[Ding! Simulate the host's current age and control the spell! Without considering hot weapons, the host's combat power is about level five! Note that this is when the host is at full firepower! ]
Elvin thought for a moment: "According to this, Voldemort, who is now only a face, should not be much stronger than me!"
[Can you study it yourself? I've told you everything! What fun do you have? A little opening is not considered opening! If you open too much, it will be boring! ]
Elvin pouted.
A stingy system.
Sure enough, this system is not very good.
The system is already powerless to complain.
This is not very good?
What is good? How about making you a god?
Erwin considered whether to meet the socket spirit.
He didn't know what the socket spirit wanted to find him for.
Especially now that Dumbledore was not around.
Who knew if Voldemort would have any bad intentions.
But, to be honest, Erwin was really too curious about Voldemort.
After thinking for a long time, Erwin decided to meet Voldemort.
If Erwin didn't even dare to meet a Voldemort who was extremely weak.
How could he face those unknown enemies?
Erwin snapped his fingers.
It was a happy decision.
With Apparition, Erwin was safer both in advance and in retreat.
So it was not impossible to meet the socket spirit.
But some preparations had to be made.
Erwin flipped his wrist.
The next moment.
A number of lethal weapons appeared on the table.
Erwin checked the safety of all the weapons.
Then he filled the magazines.
Finally, Erwin set his eyes on the last item on the table.
Arrow-propelled grenade, or RPG for short!
Erwin picked up the launcher and loaded the rocket.
After fixing the safety, he made sure he could fire it right away.
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