Whether it was the despicable Herbo or Salazar Slytherin, they were both sorcerers beyond the ordinary.
The despicable Herbo used the ultimate black magic to turn himself into an evil god, achieving immortality and becoming a legendary existence.
It was certain that Slytherin was only a human.
However, to be able to defeat and disintegrate the despicable Herbo into a monster, how far away was he from immortality?
In the eyes of most sorcerers, the two of them were monsters …
They had superhuman intelligence and unimaginable magic and power. Everyone could only look up to them.
Even powerful sorcerers like Dumbledore and Lord Voldemort were nothing in front of these ancient spellcasters.
No, it was not exactly looking up to them.
You could only look up to them when you could see them. When the other party surpassed you by too much, you could only raise your head and sigh!
Now, Dumbledore, Riddle, Elwyn, Hermione, Keresis and Elaine were doing this. Feeling the magic left behind by Slytherin and the despicable Herbo's transformation, they sighed in extreme shock …
"Mortals can never defeat immortals," Riddle said.
"Perhaps. Only immortals can fight against immortals. After all, the power that mortals have is limited." Dumbledore replied softly, "Alright, Tom. After breaking the seal, the evil god will come immediately. How are your preparations?"
"Everything is ready. We only need the locket to activate it." Riddle said and turned to look at Elwyn. "Of course, we still lack someone to guide this magic. Professor, are you going to let him try or do it yourself? "
"I believe in Elwyn!" Dumbledore said simply and made a decision. "Let him do it!"
"You want me to guide this magic?" Elwyn originally thought that it would be Dumbledore or Riddle.
Although he had activated the magic left behind by Slytherin before, it was passive.
At that time, he was almost swallowed by the horrifying eyeball monster. By chance, he activated the magic and defeated it.
In fact, Elwyn had no experience at all and did not know what to do.
This spell was obviously not as simple as Riddle said. He just needed to place the locket on the groove.
"You're in luck!" Riddle said in an envious tone, "Originally, I was the most suitable person to guide this magic, but unfortunately, I do not have a physical body. If I could discover this magic fifty years ago, I would have become unimaginably powerful."
"What do you mean?"
"What do you mean?!" Riddle repeated. "As expected, you don't know anything."
"You can choose not to say." Elwyn said bluntly.
Perhaps it was because he realized that there was no way to deceive and mislead Elwyn, but Riddle's attitude towards him had always been lukewarm.
Of course, this might have something to do with the fact that Elwyn had almost destroyed him.
No matter how much magic knowledge the fifteen-year-old Riddle had, or what schemes he had up his sleeves, his body was still that ring.
If necessary, Elwyn could destroy him at any time by using the Li Huo Incantation.
"Alright, alright, since you want to know, I'll tell you!" Riddle squinted his eyes and said in a smooth tone, "This is a test left behind by my ancestors, and at the same time, a gift. It involves magic that transforms magic and energy …"
"Transforms magic?" Elwyn had seen this term in many ancient books.
This was a rather ancient magic theory and was used in some large-scale magic. Nowadays, there were very few wizards who studied magic transforms.
"You should have realized that the monster inside has a super strong regenerative ability. No matter what kind of damage is done to it, it won't have any effect. Therefore, if you want to destroy it, you need to crush it with pure energy, not magic." Riddle said, looking at the statue of Slytherin, "This statue has this function. The magic that Slytherin left inside makes it an energy collector. It will gather, collect, store, and release the surrounding magic when needed."
"Only by releasing the huge amount of magic that has been accumulated for a thousand years can that monster be defeated." Riddle continued, "Slytherin's locket is the hub and core of the entire magic. It is an important transformator that transforms energy into the purest magic. After defeating the monster inside, the remaining magic will …"
"It will enter my body and help me increase my magic," Elwyn finished for him.
"You are not as ignorant as I thought," Riddle said. "Yes, that's right. It will help you increase your strength. You should now understand how rare this opportunity is. The magic that has been accumulated for a thousand years can only be used once."
Elwyn was all too familiar with this process. The main reason he could have his current strength was because of the magic that was infused into the locket.
In the underground ruins of the eight-eyed spider, the same magic, the same magic that had been accumulated for a thousand years …
He used this magic to defeat the eyeball monster, and at the same time, increased his own strength. He now had magic that far exceeded that of an adult wizard.
"Elwyn, you asked me why before." Dumbledore continued, "I had no clue at that time, but after receiving the message left behind by Slytherin, I can confirm that the locket has this effect."
"But …"
"Well, I know you have a lot of questions, but we better hurry up." Dumbledore said, "Killing it here is the least harmful choice. If it breaks the seal, we need to be prepared to deal with other wizards."
Elwyn wanted to say something else. If it could really increase his strength, he should let Dumbledore do it. It was not that he was selfless, but if Dumbledore could improve his strength, they could defeat Lord Voldemort in one fell swoop and solve all the problems.
At that time, they would not have to worry about the evil god statue and the Lord Voldemort turning into an evil god.
"Professor …"
"The increase in magic is not very helpful to me, and it is not very meaningful." Dumbledore said gently, as if he could read Elwyn's mind. "And this is not only an increase in magic, it is also a difficult test. The magic here has a strong requirement for willpower. I believe you can do it."
"Being overly modest is hypocritical, boy!" Riddle said, taking the locket from Elwyn's hand. "Other than Dumbledore, you are the only one here who can guide this magic. If I were you, I would not refuse."
He placed the locket into the groove of the altar in front of the statue, and dark gold and green magic patterns flashed.
It was like a key, unsealing the power that had been accumulated in the statue for a thousand years.
In the next second, countless silvery plankton-like substances gushed out of the altar. This was magic that had materialized.
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