Tver now truly had the strength to break through the chessboard.
He simply had no plans to steal the Philosopher's Stone yet. For one thing, Quirrell was in poor health and was not even capable of charging into battle for him.
For another, he still needed to understand and absorb the magic Helga had "left behind."
So, during the week before the holiday, he canceled all unnecessary activities and focused on reflecting on his experience in the Forbidden Forest.
After this period of digestion, his understanding of magical power had finally reached a higher level.
For a wizard of his caliber, making such enormous progress was already an incredible achievement.
And it was magical power that had improved. Now, he could even use the Pressure Charm to crush someone to death alive!
By his estimate, in terms of magical power alone, he could already go toe-to-toe with Dumbledore wielding the Elder Wand.
Of course, even so, he would not miss his weekly Transfiguration research sessions with Dumbledore.
After all, the gap in magical philosophy was not something power alone could make up for—magic was not a gun. Compared with raw power, its greatest feature was the endless variety of bizarre magical effects.
Voldemort, consider yourself called out!
On the first day of the holiday, Tver did not leave the school with the other students. Instead, he arrived at the headmaster's office as promised.
As usual, Dumbledore was seated at his desk, fiddling with something in his hands with great interest. He had clearly been waiting for Tver for quite some time.
"Good evening, Headmaster Dumbledore," Tver greeted him.
"My apologies for keeping you waiting. I didn't expect that after less than four months at school, I'd already have so much luggage to pack."
He took a seat with practiced ease,