Hogwarts transfer students just want to be in love

It was already evening, and the students were enjoying their dinner in the auditorium, while Mo Bai followed Dumbledore to a corner on the eighth floor of the castle.

On the wall hung a tapestry showing a wizard being clubbed for trying to teach a troll to dance.

Mo Bai raised his eyebrows and looked at the old man, "You didn't just come to show me this funny painting, did you?"

"Of course not, but the picture is really funny, isn't it?"

Dumbledore turned around, stood facing a bare wall with his eyes closed for a while, and then led the boy back and forth three times.

Mo Bai was confused, but when he passed the wall for the last time, the boy was surprised to find that a smooth door suddenly appeared on the originally bare wall.

"Oh~ it seems right."

Dumbledore pushed open the door, and the boy followed in and found a huge empty room with no facilities.

"Is this your secret base?"

"That's right..."

He imitated the tone of the boy just now, and looked around.

"This is the Room of Response. As the name suggests, you can change the style of the room at will according to your needs."

"How did you find out here?"

"emmmm..."

The old man smiled, "Once I was in a hurry to go to the toilet and took a wrong turn, and entered this room, where there are all kinds of exquisite and luxurious chamberpots."

Mo Bai looked at the old man in surprise, and the old man nodded to him, as if confirming the truth of the incident.

"Okay, that is to say, as long as I think about it, it can conjure up my needs?"

"Yes, you can try."

The boy closed his eyes, but when he opened them, his face remained unchanged.

"What are you thinking?"

"What Hermione looks like as an adult."

"........."

Dumbledore coughed softly, "There is no way to conjure living things out of thin air here."

Mo Bai smacked his lips, his face full of disappointment.

Dumbledore was now sure of one thing.

Just now when the other party said that he only wanted to have a relationship, he was definitely not perfunctory. This child is a love brain!
But it's better than conquering the world with your head full, isn't it?
He cleared his throat, "One of the purposes of bringing you here is to alleviate your own problems."

"My own problem?"

Dumbledore nodded, "Gellert told me that the obscurity in your body will explode uncontrollably at a fixed time every month. Even if you can suppress it, you will not only consume a lot of magic power, but also have a lot of magic power with Muggles. No difference."

Mobai nodded.

"It's quite secretive here, and no outsiders will come in normally. You can let it wreak havoc in silence here, without worrying about accidentally hurting others."

Mo Bai frowned, "This is a method, but it only treats the symptoms, not the root cause."

Dumbledore smiled wryly, "I know that too, but it's rare for an obscurant to live to your age, and I haven't encountered a problem like yours before."

"So I still created history?" Mo Bai laughed at himself.

"I'll figure out a way to fix this."

Dumbledore bent down and looked seriously into Mobai's eyes.

At this time, he is not like a wise principal, but more like a father who is worried about his children...

...or mother.

But this didn't affect Mo Bai's heart was a little moved. When he came to this strange world, counting Hermione, only the old man in Germany and the old man in front of him were really good to him.

"Actually, I also have a guess. This is the second purpose of coming here."

He looked at Mo Bai, "Gellert should have taught you that magic is essentially a spiritual ability. The source of magic power is not the body, but more like the soul. The release of magic depends on the inner thoughts. People who are proficient in white magic generally Simple-minded and kind-hearted, on the contrary, most people who are proficient in black arts are either vicious, cruel, or arrogant."

Mo Bai rolled his eyes, you can just call me by name.

"Of course, I have to praise you now, Bai."

The old man looked at the young man in admiration, "Even if ordinary wizards are as proficient in black magic as you are, they will definitely become cold-blooded and ruthless or crazy, but you don't have any abnormalities, which is enough to show your inner strength!"

"Oh."

No matter how he heard it, Mo Bai felt that the old man was cursing around the corner.

"However, the magic power in your body is inevitably contaminated with the nature of black magic."

"But isn't Moran essentially a kind of black magic power? It stands to reason that it should be better integrated, right?"

Mo Bai asked a question.

Dumbledore answered him patiently.

"Because one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers."

Mobai understood. "I am that mountain?"

"That's right," Dumbledore praised, "It's a pity that I can't give you extra points now."

"The power of black magic is selfish and exclusive, and it is impossible for the power of different sources to merge together."

"But they are all my powers that originate from me..."

Looking at Dumbledore's meaningful gaze, Mo Bai suddenly realized.

He said just now that the source of magic power is more like the soul than the body.

And silently, it seems... that he existed in this body before he crossed over.

And the magic power he uses now was born from his own soul, and the two have different origins.

No wonder they don't fight.

So these two old men already knew that he was a foreigner? ?
He looked at Dumbledore, but Dumbledore didn't show much expression, just said.

"You are who you are now, aren't you?"

Come on, people don't care where he comes from at all.

Thinking about it, the matter has come to this, is it possible to kill him to avenge the owner of this body?
The thought of the most powerful wizard in history in front of him is much wiser and more pragmatic than he imagined.

Mo Bai's biggest secret was revealed so easily.

Dumbledore continued, "Now that you have figured out the principle, you can try my method."

"what way."

"Try changing the nature of your magic."

"Change nature?"

Mobai frowned.

"Do you want me to learn white magic from you?"

"That's right!"

Mo Bai crossed his arms, lowered his head and muttered, "The magic power in my body has become the nature of white magic, won't it be more powerful than silently?"

Dumbledore blinked at him.

"I learned a word from the mysterious ancient oriental country - the intersection of yin and yang."

Mo Bai was struck by lightning, he was an oriental in his previous life and asked tentatively.

"Professor, do you know what this word means?"

"do not know."

"Aren't you messing around?"

"This is their core idea, and there must be a reason for it. Besides, there is no other way, right? Why not try?"

"You really are fooling around!"