Chapter 221 Winning over
Dumbledore suddenly appeared behind Wright and smiled slightly. At the same time, his voice rang out:
"You don't have to hide it from me. You're not a very good liar. I hope we can be honest with each other."
"Professor, if I say it's okay, will you let me move freely?"
Wright blinked, revealing a standard eight-tooth smile, and did not directly answer his question.
Dumbledore also gave a polite smile.
Then he gently raised his right hand, and Fox appeared in the firelight, circling in the air.
Seeing this scene, Wright had no idea what was going on, unless there was a good explanation.
The old man in front of him would not let him go, so he said tentatively:
"I'm going to save Peter! That's what I need to do when I get back."
Dumbledore was visibly stunned: "What do you mean?"
In this regard, Wright had no need to hide anything and said frankly:
"Voldemort may threaten me in the future. I want to get rid of him!"
"I know what the last two remaining Horcruxes are and where they are!"
"So, I want to find an opportunity to catch his real body and get rid of him."
"Peter Pettigrew is a great tool! He will find Voldemort and bring him back..."
As he spoke, a strange and fierce light flashed in Wright's eyes.
The more Dumbledore listened, the tighter his brows furrowed, and he looked at Wright with a serious look: "Then how do you plan to use..."
Before he could finish his words, Fox in the air made a few low hums, reminding him that someone was coming.
Dumbledore, who received the news, looked at Wright, who didn't know what was going on, and said:
"Let's talk in my office! This isn't the right place."
"it is good!"
Light, who chose to confess, had no need to conflict with the most powerful wizard, so he immediately agreed.
Then, there was a flash of fire outside the corridor!
The two people and the bird disappeared at the same time, leaving only a line of words made of flames in the air:
"I still have things to do. I'll ask Fawkes to get the potion later!"
As soon as they left, Snape floated over, sensing something was wrong.
After seeing the flaming words left in the air, he looked around, but found nothing, so he floated back.
……
Once again I came to the extremely familiar principal's office!
Dumbledore and Wright sat opposite each other, and the atmosphere was a little serious for a moment.
Dumbledore did not offer any candy, but asked directly: "What is your plan?"
Hearing this, Wright scratched his head and said slowly:
"No plan, just rush in!"
"When Peter Pettigrew is escorted out of the Ministry of Magic, we will immediately snatch him away."
The corner of Dumbledore's eye twitched unconsciously, and he was silent for a moment before saying:
"This is not appropriate! If Voldemort is resurrected, it will be very dangerous without a proper plan."
There was no thought in his words that Wright would fail.
As for Dumbledore's concerns, Wright simply spread his hands and said fearlessly:
"Not at all. With you here, little Voldemort can't do anything."
Dumbledore smiled reluctantly and said softly:
"Perhaps you will be disappointed. I am not as strong as you think, and..."
As he spoke, his left hand gently brushed across his right hand that was wearing a ring inlaid with a black gemstone.
The originally normal palm has now become extremely strange. Not only is it charred black, but it also emits a faint black gas.
Looking at the palm that changed drastically, and feeling the ominous aura emanating from Dumbledore's hand.
Wright, who had expected this, did not show any fear, but instead looked at him carefully.
At the same time, the nightmare black fog was also under Wright's control, rolling towards his palm.
And Dumbledore did not stop Wright's actions.
Through the information fed back by the black fog, he discovered the reason for this.
The curse mixed with evil magic was constantly corroding the arm, as if the magic itself was becoming diseased.
After analyzing the data transmitted by the black fog and combining it with his own abilities, Wright said tentatively:
"Professor! I might be able to solve it, you see..."
Dumbledore, with a calm expression, was stunned when he saw the confident Wright.
Then his expression kept changing, and he looked very conflicted. Finally! He sighed softly:
"If you can, please."
Light nodded, and the nightmare fog intensified, wrapping around the charred palm.
"This curse can erode the magic power in a wizard's body, causing it to mutate and then destroy the wizard himself."
Dumbledore nodded, agreeing with Dr. Light's statement.
It was obvious that he also knew what his illness was.
After passing the comprehensive examination of the black fog, Wright looked at Dumbledore and told him his treatment plan:
"It's not a big problem!"
"As long as we can remove these mutated magic powers and curse sources, it will be fine."
Hearing Wright's conclusion, Dumbledore shook his head slightly, denying Wright's idea:
“That would certainly solve the problem, but it simply doesn’t work!”
"The source of the curse is hidden under the mutated magic power. As long as the mutated magic power is extracted, normal magic power will be replenished, which will accelerate the erosion."
In response to Dumbledore's distrust, Wright blinked and took out the spiritual weapon "Standstill" with a smile.
"If it was before, I really couldn't do it, but it's different now."
"By pausing time, we can stop the abnormal magic power and curse from working! Then we can use the black mist to extract them."
"The difficulty lies in being quick and completing the operation before the light is broken by the black fog."
After saying this, without waiting for Dumbledore to continue, Light directly activated the spiritual weapon.
The activated soul spreads a hazy light, and the output of nightmare black fog is also enhanced simultaneously.
The hazy light was rolled up directly and covered the palm of the hand.
When the black mist mixed with the light of 'Standstill Position' covered the arm, it penetrated into the entire arm.
Under the characteristics of the light, the movement of the mutated magic power stopped directly.
The black fog turned into thin black lines in this gap, constantly searching for the target.
Dumbledore was extremely surprised, looking at his right hand and exclaimed:
"It's so strange! It clearly exists and I can sense it, but I can't control it..."
At this time, the magic power in Wright's body surged and continuously transformed into black mist, and his eyes turned pitch black.
As the black fog increased, the light of the static position became dimmer, and the abnormal magic power began to move.
Suddenly, Wright violently urged the black mist to pull out.
"Tear!"
A slight tearing sound was heard, and a ball of scarlet mucus wrapped in black mist was pulled out from the palm of the hand.
Wright held up the wrapped slime, looked at Dumbledore and asked:
"Professor, how are you going to handle this?"
