Chapter 242 Power beyond control
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
Suhr was discharged from the hospital on Thursday.
Although Madam Pomfrey was very puzzled as to why a person who was still glowing the day before, and who could not be revived no matter how much treatment, got up from the bed in full vigor the next day.
But after various examinations, she confirmed that the little wizard in front of her was indeed extremely healthy, so she could only let him leave the infirmary.
On the eighth floor of the castle, in the principal's room.
Soul was holding a glass of pumpkin juice and sitting on the sofa opposite Dumbledore.
"It looks like you're fine," Dumbledore said with a smile.
"Yes, Professor, it's better than ever." Suer stood up and bowed slightly to the old man in front of him, "I heard Hermione say that you saved me. If it weren't for you..."
"It's just a small matter, don't be polite." Dumbledore said, "If it weren't for Amelia, I don't know how to get the Sorcerer's Stone out of your vault."
"This may be a small thing to you." Suer said seriously, "but it means my life."
Dumbledore shook his head indifferently, "Every Hogwarts principal will stand up when a student is in crisis."
"Speaking of which, what happened?" Dumbledore's expression became more serious, "If I feel right, the magic that will make you coma..."
"Is it the Patronus Charm?"
"Yes, Professor, it's the Patronus Charm." Suer nodded and told all about the white space he entered in his sleep and his thoughts that might be related to dementors.
However, Sur still concealed something.
"Dementors, Patronus Curse..." Dumbledore fell into thinking after listening to Soul's narration and tapped his fingers on the table.
"No one has ever had such a special experience. There is indeed a special connection between Dementors and the Patronus... Sur, can you release the Patronus for me to see?"
"Of course, Professor..." Soul nodded and took out his wand, recalling the happy memories in his mind.
"Invoke God's Guardian!" As the spell fell, silver threads spurted out from the tip of Sur's wand, and quickly condensed into a badger. With Sur as the center, the bright white badger happily circled over the principal's office. After the circle, he stopped on the small round table between the two of them.
He looked around with his head piercing his head, his eyes moving.
A trace of surprise flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, and he stretched out his hand to gently touch the Patronus standing in front of him. When his fingers touched the surface of the Patronus, a thin ray of light rippled out.
"This is already a physical patron saint."
"Even when I was your age, I couldn't do this."
"You are too humble, Professor." After hearing Dumbledore's comment, Soul bowed his head and humbled himself.
"There's no need to be modest, Soul. This is something to be proud of." Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.
"From the perspective of the patron saint, there doesn't seem to be anything special about it. Other than that, do you have any other feelings?"
"It seems that there is no more, Professor." Suer lowered his head and thought for a while, then shook his head, "However, I can feel...the magic power in my body seems to have changed a lot. Compared with before, I seem... "
"Stronger...if this can be considered one of the changes..."
"This is a good thing." Dumbledore motioned to Soul to take back the Patronus. "Except for Flamel, almost no wizard has ever withstood the power of an entire magic stone, even if the magic stone was not just created. .”
"But that's not good either."
Soul waved his wand and dispersed the Patronus into a ball of silver mist. He looked at Professor Dumbledore doubtfully. He had just arrived at the principal's office after being discharged from the hospital and had not had time to release any magic.
Are there any disadvantages to having stronger magic power?
"Try it, just use the simplest floating spell." Dumbledore smiled slightly, conjured a cup, and placed it gently on the table.
Soul didn't know why, but he still shook his wrist and whispered the floating spell into the cup.
"Wingardim Leviosa..."
The next moment, invisible magic burst out, and the cup swirled up to the ceiling like a golf ball hit by a bat.
"Whoosh...bang!..."
If the ceiling hadn't blocked its way, I'm afraid this cup would still be able to jump up a bit.
Soul subconsciously canceled the spell and watched in panic as the cup fell freely from the ceiling back to him.
"Ah...this...professor..." The metal cup seemed to have been pinched a few times by a strong man with extraordinary strength, and it had lost its original shape.
Is this an effect that a floating spell can produce?
Dumbledore stretched out his finger and tapped it, and the cup immediately returned to its original appearance. He held the cup and put it aside, saying warmly,
"There is no more intuitive expression than this, right? This is what happens when a young child suddenly gains the power of an adult. His body cannot adapt to bear such power."
"The same goes for magic power. The magic stone and Severus' potion bring you magic power that is far beyond what your body can control, which will cause your magic to deform. Just like the floating spell in front of you, its principle is just Let the magic power wrap around the object, and then the wizard will control it to float."
"This magic power itself will not cause damage to the artifacts."
Soul easily understood Dumbledore's words. It was simple. He was now a young child who suddenly gained the power of an adult.
"The good news is that your body can handle this power very well. It belongs entirely to you, Soul." Dumbledore continued, "But not now. You need to control it and make it your own." the power of."
"you know what I mean."
"I understand, Professor..." Soul nodded, "But I don't know what to do."
"It's very simple." Dumbledore nodded, "Go and start studying again. Filius and Severus are both very good teachers."
"That means we're going to start getting beaten again?" Suer cursed inwardly, but he still nodded.
"I see, Professor."
Dumbledore smiled happily.
"I'm looking forward to your future, Soul, don't let me down."
Although Madam Pomfrey was very puzzled as to why a person who was still glowing the day before, and who could not be revived no matter how much treatment, got up from the bed in full vigor the next day.
But after various examinations, she confirmed that the little wizard in front of her was indeed extremely healthy, so she could only let him leave the infirmary.
On the eighth floor of the castle, in the principal's room.
Soul was holding a glass of pumpkin juice and sitting on the sofa opposite Dumbledore.
"It looks like you're fine," Dumbledore said with a smile.
"Yes, Professor, it's better than ever." Suer stood up and bowed slightly to the old man in front of him, "I heard Hermione say that you saved me. If it weren't for you..."
"It's just a small matter, don't be polite." Dumbledore said, "If it weren't for Amelia, I don't know how to get the Sorcerer's Stone out of your vault."
"This may be a small thing to you." Suer said seriously, "but it means my life."
Dumbledore shook his head indifferently, "Every Hogwarts principal will stand up when a student is in crisis."
"Speaking of which, what happened?" Dumbledore's expression became more serious, "If I feel right, the magic that will make you coma..."
"Is it the Patronus Charm?"
"Yes, Professor, it's the Patronus Charm." Suer nodded and told all about the white space he entered in his sleep and his thoughts that might be related to dementors.
However, Sur still concealed something.
"Dementors, Patronus Curse..." Dumbledore fell into thinking after listening to Soul's narration and tapped his fingers on the table.
"No one has ever had such a special experience. There is indeed a special connection between Dementors and the Patronus... Sur, can you release the Patronus for me to see?"
"Of course, Professor..." Soul nodded and took out his wand, recalling the happy memories in his mind.
"Invoke God's Guardian!" As the spell fell, silver threads spurted out from the tip of Sur's wand, and quickly condensed into a badger. With Sur as the center, the bright white badger happily circled over the principal's office. After the circle, he stopped on the small round table between the two of them.
He looked around with his head piercing his head, his eyes moving.
A trace of surprise flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, and he stretched out his hand to gently touch the Patronus standing in front of him. When his fingers touched the surface of the Patronus, a thin ray of light rippled out.
"This is already a physical patron saint."
"Even when I was your age, I couldn't do this."
"You are too humble, Professor." After hearing Dumbledore's comment, Soul bowed his head and humbled himself.
"There's no need to be modest, Soul. This is something to be proud of." Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.
"From the perspective of the patron saint, there doesn't seem to be anything special about it. Other than that, do you have any other feelings?"
"It seems that there is no more, Professor." Suer lowered his head and thought for a while, then shook his head, "However, I can feel...the magic power in my body seems to have changed a lot. Compared with before, I seem... "
"Stronger...if this can be considered one of the changes..."
"This is a good thing." Dumbledore motioned to Soul to take back the Patronus. "Except for Flamel, almost no wizard has ever withstood the power of an entire magic stone, even if the magic stone was not just created. .”
"But that's not good either."
Soul waved his wand and dispersed the Patronus into a ball of silver mist. He looked at Professor Dumbledore doubtfully. He had just arrived at the principal's office after being discharged from the hospital and had not had time to release any magic.
Are there any disadvantages to having stronger magic power?
"Try it, just use the simplest floating spell." Dumbledore smiled slightly, conjured a cup, and placed it gently on the table.
Soul didn't know why, but he still shook his wrist and whispered the floating spell into the cup.
"Wingardim Leviosa..."
The next moment, invisible magic burst out, and the cup swirled up to the ceiling like a golf ball hit by a bat.
"Whoosh...bang!..."
If the ceiling hadn't blocked its way, I'm afraid this cup would still be able to jump up a bit.
Soul subconsciously canceled the spell and watched in panic as the cup fell freely from the ceiling back to him.
"Ah...this...professor..." The metal cup seemed to have been pinched a few times by a strong man with extraordinary strength, and it had lost its original shape.
Is this an effect that a floating spell can produce?
Dumbledore stretched out his finger and tapped it, and the cup immediately returned to its original appearance. He held the cup and put it aside, saying warmly,
"There is no more intuitive expression than this, right? This is what happens when a young child suddenly gains the power of an adult. His body cannot adapt to bear such power."
"The same goes for magic power. The magic stone and Severus' potion bring you magic power that is far beyond what your body can control, which will cause your magic to deform. Just like the floating spell in front of you, its principle is just Let the magic power wrap around the object, and then the wizard will control it to float."
"This magic power itself will not cause damage to the artifacts."
Soul easily understood Dumbledore's words. It was simple. He was now a young child who suddenly gained the power of an adult.
"The good news is that your body can handle this power very well. It belongs entirely to you, Soul." Dumbledore continued, "But not now. You need to control it and make it your own." the power of."
"you know what I mean."
"I understand, Professor..." Soul nodded, "But I don't know what to do."
"It's very simple." Dumbledore nodded, "Go and start studying again. Filius and Severus are both very good teachers."
"That means we're going to start getting beaten again?" Suer cursed inwardly, but he still nodded.
"I see, Professor."
Dumbledore smiled happily.
"I'm looking forward to your future, Soul, don't let me down."
