Harry potter:Dark lord

"So that's how it is. You can also see these blue lights..." Robert nodded thoughtfully. "What exactly is this blue light? What does it mean to be able to see it?"

"This means that you and I actually share the same qualities. Have you heard of... ancient magic?"

Robert's eyes widened in surprise. "Ancient magic?!"

Before traveling through time, Levid had encountered the concept of ancient magic in a game called Hogwarts Legacy. It was a powerful magic, one that only a few wizards could master. It could be said to be the protagonist's ultimate trump card in the game—a move of last resort.

"It seems like you already know. Then I don't need to explain too much," the weirdo said with a hint of satisfaction.

The strange figure didn't inquire how Robert had come to know about it. Instead, he glanced at the table, and before Robert could react, an exquisite teapot and two teacups appeared. The teapot floated up and began pouring tea into the cups. One of the teacups then levitated toward Robert.

The rich aroma of black tea filled the air, but Robert hesitated and didn't reach for the cup right away.

"Although this is all a dream, the sensations it gives you are real. Why not take a sip of tea before continuing to ask your questions?" the weirdo suggested.

Reluctantly, Robert picked up the teacup and took a sip, feeling the lingering fragrance on his tongue.

"Tea like this can only be found in dreams... How do you know about nightmare magic? Are you from the Somlenno family?" Robert asked, his curiosity piqued.

The weirdo shook his head. "I am not from the Somlenno family. I know this magic because I created it. However, decades ago, I did teach it to the Somlenno family."

"Impossible. The manuscript that records this magic is at least hundreds of years old. How could you have taught it to them decades ago?" Robert countered immediately, spotting a flaw in his words.

The weirdo sighed. "There's no other way. You chose black magic from hundreds of years ago, so I had to use some tricks to make you believe the manuscript had that kind of history."

Robert raised an eyebrow. "You were there when I picked up the black magic?"

The weirdo sighed again. "I understand you better than you think..."

"In fact, once I realized that you shared the same traits as me, I wanted to communicate with you in your dreams."

"It's just... you were too far away, beyond the magic's maximum range. Even I could only appear before you in a limited form, unable to speak."

"Then I discovered you had inherited the Somlenno family's tower by accident, and you happened to have a lighter with an ancient magical aura..."

Robert interrupted, piecing it together. "So, you guided me to find the manuscript of nightmare magic, had me practice it, and only then could you speak in my dreams? And you used the lighter to lead me here?"

"Yes. I had to find a way to get you to come to me," the weirdo confirmed.

Robert fell silent for a long moment before asking, "Those white mists in my dreams... Were they also created by you?"

"Yes..." the weirdo nodded.

"No wonder... Thanks to the white mist, I was able to reach the threshold of nightmare magic so quickly," Robert mused.

"Yes... because I don't have much time left. I couldn't wait for you to learn nightmare magic on your own, so I had to help you. If I've offended you, I apologize in advance..."

Robert looked at the strange figure in front of him. "Now, who else has these ancient magic traits besides you and me?"

"No one. You are the only one I have found so far," the weirdo answered.

Robert took a deep breath. Could this weirdo be the protagonist from Hogwarts Legacy? He was the kind of ruthless person who killed seven or eight people just on the way to class. It was hard to believe that he had ended up like this...

"Why can't you come to me directly? Why go through all this effort to contact me in a dream? And even now that I'm here, you still can't show me your true face?" Robert asked in one breath, his tone a mix of curiosity and frustration.

"As I said from the start... I am a poor soul enslaved by power. I failed to live up to my teacher's expectations... and absorbed too much ancient magical energy," the weirdo's voice was filled with bitterness.

"When I realized how much ancient magic power I had absorbed, it was already too late. I paid the price for my arrogance... I could explode at any moment, and the force of my explosion could destroy an entire city!"

"At that time, a friend of mine—who had great success in alchemy—crafted a cloak for me. It temporarily freezes all the ancient magic power within me, delaying my death."

"But, at the same time, my body was also frozen..."

"For safety reasons, my friends moved me here, away from the crowd, and they slowly tried to find a solution... As a result, I've been trapped here for decades."

"My friends haven't come to see me for a long time. They may have all passed away by now... I can no longer see them..."

"Now, I can't leave, and all my friends are gone. That's why I can only reach out to you through dreams."

Robert was puzzled. "Since you can't even leave, how did you find out that I have such qualities? How do you know so much about me?"

The weirdo replied, "This is related to nightmare magic... Do you know how I created it?"

Robert shook his head, signaling the weirdo to continue.

"You can probably imagine how lonely and desperate I felt, staying in one place without being able to move. The sense of helplessness was overwhelming..." The weirdo's voice became more agitated.

"Eventually, with nightmare magic, I was able to alleviate my boredom and despair. As time passed, I realized that my power over dreams could extend beyond myself, and I could observe many things..."

Robert quickly understood. Nightmare magic had been created out of the weirdo's boredom. For someone unable to move, the ability to shape and manipulate dreams was a perfect escape.

"No wonder this nightmare magic is so powerful. You can use the power of dreams to observe things outside. It's terrifying..."

"So, your friends just left you here without any care? Why didn't they leave someone to accompany you? They could've taken turns to stay with you, right?" Robert asked, still confused.

The weirdo's tone was filled with helplessness. "I told them to leave. I'm a ticking time bomb. I could explode at any moment. It wasn't safe for them to stay."

"How could I want to face this situation alone? But... it's all my fault. I promised my teacher that I could control this power, but in the end..."

Robert asked, "So, how do you want me to save you?"

"You also have the ability to control ancient magic, so... absorb some of my ancient magic power! Only then can I regain my freedom!"

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