"In the past hundred years, there has been only one exception in England except for you, who has successfully undergone magical transformation and survived." Dumbledore's words were sharp.

"Who?" Ivan asked subconsciously, but a figure flashed in his mind.

"Tom Riddle, or as we can call him - Voldemort!" Dumbledore looked at Ivan scrutinizing and spoke.

Hermione was taken aback.

Ivan opened his mouth to defend himself, but finally closed his mouth in despair and said nothing.

Dumbledore took Ivan's reaction to his eyes and continued to speak without pause.

"Tom's fear of death and his obsession with the power of magic are extremely dangerous. However, he himself did not realize this, and after graduating from Hogwarts, he was still conducting all kinds of dangerous dark magic research, mingling with the most evil guys in the wizarding world, so that he fell deeper and deeper into the quagmire of dark magic.

Exactly ten years after he graduated, he returned to Hogwarts once in the hope of taking up a position in Defence Against the Dark Arts class......"

With that, Dumbledore waved his wand, and a strange, pale face slowly appeared on the table, looking like wax, very narrow, strangely twisted, and the whites of his eyes were bright red blood.

"That's what Tom was like." Dumbledore's words were filled with emotion and regret, "I guessed that he should have undergone the same many magical transformations as you, but he was far less fortunate than you, and it was clear that his power was out of control......"

Ivan looked at the pale face on the table, his expression a little complicated.

Voldemort's multiple fusion of bloodlines did not come as a surprise, as the book "Bloodline Origins" was found by Tom Riddle and placed in the forbidden book section.

Even he can find a way to fuse multiple bloodlines in the Slytherin Vault, let alone Tom Riddle, the true Slytherin heir.

It's just that the other party doesn't have the help of the system, can't solve the problem of blood conflict, and refuses to give up this shortcut to quickly improve his strength, so that in the end he becomes neither human nor ghost......

"Professor! Ivan and the mystery man are not the same..."Hermione's sudden words broke the peace.

Ivan turned his head in surprise, and Hermione was staring at him with a look of trust in his eyes, not frightened by Dumbledore's previous words.

"You once told us that the mystery man is a very selfish person who does not know what love is and has no friends. But Ivan is not like this, he will help Harry practice spells and change a new dress for Ron at the ball......" Hermione gushed about Ivan's help to everyone, no matter how big or small, she clearly said every little thing in her memory.

Ivan, who was listening, felt a little embarrassed, but also moved by Hermione's trust in him.

"Of course, I'm well aware of that, Miss Granger." Dumbledore interrupted Hermione with a smile, "Hals and Tom are naturally different, he is much better than Tom......"

At this point, Dumbledore probably felt that his words were a little ambiguous, so he looked at Ivan again and added. "Let's put it another way, no one of all the students I've taught has ever achieved so much at your age, not even Tom Riddle."

"There's no doubt about your talent, it's only a matter of time before Hals surpasses me and even becomes the most powerful wizard the wizarding world has ever seen......

So the most important thing you need to do is to understand the powers you have and tap into their potential, not to add more uncontrollable factors......" Dumbledore said reassuringly.

In his opinion, it is incredible that Ivan can be compatible with several different bloodlines at the same time, but Ivan's use of bloodline abilities can only be described as poor.

"Also, I want you to remember that Hals, the accumulation of knowledge and the power of faith are the foundation of wizards' strength, and if you indulge in the power of these bloodlines, you will never be able to comprehend the true mysteries of magic!" Dumbledore reminded.

"I see, Professor." Ivan hurriedly nodded.

He knew very well that Dumbledore had no ill intentions and genuinely wanted to give him advice.

He couldn't be more aware of the disadvantages of multiple magic transformations, if it weren't for the help of the system when he fused the bloodline these times, he would have been killed by the bloodline conflict......

And with the increase in the number of bloodline fusions, Ivan also noticed that the benefits of his bloodline fusion were gradually decreasing.

Now his strength is not as good as before, and a powerful bloodline magic is just the icing on the cake for him, and it is difficult to get a qualitative improvement.

It's just that the news of Voldemort's imminent resurrection has put too much pressure on him, forcing him to continue to fuse his bloodlines to gain enough power to protect himself.

After all, fusing the bloodline and the protection mode provided by the system are the only two means that can greatly increase their strength in a short period of time, and they happen to be matching......

While several people were talking, Moody, who had been lying in a chair behind him, suddenly jumped up from the chair, but when he landed, his left foot stepped into the air, and the whole person fell to the ground.

Mistaking this as another attack, Moody nervously waved his cane and shouted frantically.

"What about my feet? Where did my feet go? You bugs, get out of my head, and if you have the guts, come and fight head-on......"

Moody's crazy behavior surprised everyone present, Hermione carefully avoided it so as not to be hit by Moody's cane, and asked tentatively.

"Are you alright? Professor Moody's ......"

After Moody waved wildly for a while, he stopped panting, his mind seemed to be a little confused, and the weird magic eye stared at a few people, and after a while, he said dryly.

"Oh, good evening, Albus, Miss Granger...... And also... Hals! ”

"Do you remember what happened before? Alasto? Dumbledore stepped forward and helped Moody to his feet, asking in a whisper.

"Of course I do!" Moody struggled to prop up his body with his cane, looking very angry. "Barty Crouch Jr. and Peter Pettigrew broke into my house, and I fought them, deliberately making some noise with the Demolition Charm."

"But before the Ministry of Magic arrived, they caught me... Barty Jr. disguised himself as me with a polyjuice potion, fooling the pursuing Aurors. ”

"In the early years, I warned them that when handling cases, they must be careful to find every suspicious point!" Moody shouted angrily that according to the rules of the Ministry of Magic, he had cast a spell of mass destruction on Muggle territory, and the Aurors had the right to take him away for investigation.