Chapter 97 The Dark Lord has an appointment!

However, after using it once, Alvin felt that a big problem in his heart had been solved.

At least not so curious anymore.

But you know what, purple flames are really cool.

Erwin felt that his current spell training was a little off.

Everything is purple.

The big melon is purple, and the fierce fire is also purple.

As we all know, in the routine of all novels.

Those who can use the same attack to produce different colors are the best.

Sure enough, he, Elvin Cavendish, is the protagonist.

The real protagonist.

A cool batch.

Whistling, Erwin strolled back to the Slytherin common room.

Now the magic power in Erwin's body can be said to be completely gone.

Nothing left.

Erwin needs to sleep to recover his magic power.

It seems that the wizarding world has no means of restoring magic power.

Take medicine and sleep, those are the only two options.

Otherwise, wizards are said to be backward.

I can't even meditate.

Look at the novels where mages can meditate to restore their mana.

After returning to the Slytherin common room.

It was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

Only about one tenth of the magic power in Erwin's body was restored.

Such empty magic power made Erwin feel very insecure.

Enter the password and the door to the common room opens.

Erwin stepped inside.

Next to the fireplace, there were a few little wizards sitting.

They are gathered together, holding books and discussing their studies.

Erwin was very satisfied.

Look, this is Slytherin's hope.

What a group of good kids.

If one day Slytherin could be like Ravenclaw, full of academic geniuses, coupled with Slytherin's inherent bloodline attributes, Alvin felt that the day would come when Slytherin would become the strongest college.

The little wizards also saw Alvin coming back.

Stand up quickly.

"Prefect!"

Erwin nodded: "Good! Keep up the momentum. Slytherin's future will be bright because of you!"

After hearing this, the young wizards felt more motivated.

I wish I could just stuff the book in my hand into my head.

Malfoy came to Erwin'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!"

The expression on Erwin's face froze for a moment.

Quirrell?

Mr. Socket, what the hell?

How did this guy target me?

Erwin didn't think it was Quirrell himself who wanted to see him.

The one who made Qi Luo come to him must have been instructed by the socket spirit.

Malfoy saw Erwin's expression.

"What's wrong? Prefect? Is something wrong?"

Erwin shook his head: "It's okay! You continue studying! I'll go back and clean up!"

Malfoy nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Erwin came to his dormitory.

sit on the chair.

Erwin frowned.

What does the socket guy want to do by looking for him?

Alvin kept his distance from this socket expert.

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 also a bit poor.

But that was all planned by Dumbledore, plus the plot killing.

If Voldemort really was worthless.

Why did Dumbledore, who was so powerful, still plot against Voldemort?

On the one hand, because of the existence of Horcruxes, Dumbledore could not kill Voldemort unless he dealt with all of them.

On the other hand, isn't this a kind of fear of the socket and a recognition of its strength?

Especially after witnessing Dumbledore's strength.

Alvin's vigilance towards these old men has been fully raised.

Alvin was really shocked by Dumbledore's battle with the men in black robes that day.

The flames almost dyed the entire sky red.

It's simply outrageous.

And how strong was Voldemort when he fought Dumbledore back and forth at his peak?

Erwin shuddered subconsciously.

Horrible socket spirit.

The communication system in Erwin's mind.

"System! What is the level of the socket spirit's magic power?"

[Ding! Peak Voldemort, magic power is above level 6, below level 7! ]

Erwin scratched his head. "Do you want to listen to what you are talking about? Between six and seven? It's six and five!"

[Ding! There is nothing wrong with what the host said! At his peak, Voldemort's magic power was indeed higher than level six, but it did not reach level seven! ]

Erwin said, "If we can visualize the real combat power, what level would Voldemort be at?"

[Ding! According to the system data, if the real combat power is taken into account, Voldemort's combat power should be able to reach level eight. Dumbledore and peak Grindelwald are also at this level! ]

Erwin frowned. "That's not right! Is Voldemort so strong?"

[Ding! The system is only simulating Voldemort's peak state. This state is when Voldemort is at his best age, with the best strength, and without a split Horcrux! ]

Erwin understood.

Dear Mr. Socket, the split Horcrux weakened his own strength.

Tsk tsk tsk, this guy must be a fool.

"What about me?" Erwin asked.

[Ding! Simulate the host's current age and control the spell! Without considering hot weapons, the host's combat power is about level 5! Note that this is when the host is at full firepower! ]

Erwin thought for a moment and said, "If that's the case, then Voldemort, who only has his face left, shouldn't be much stronger than me!"

[Can you study it yourself? I've told you everything! What fun do you have? A little fun doesn't count! If you do too much, it will be boring! ]

Erwin pouted.

Stingy system.

Sure enough, this system doesn’t work very well.

The system is no longer able to complain.

Isn’t this good enough?

What does that mean? How about letting you become a god directly?

Erwin considers meeting the Socket Master.

He didn't know why the socket spirit was looking for him.

Especially now that Dumbledore is not around.

Who knows if Voldemort has any bad intentions.