"Did you find something?"
Professor Flitwick not only failed to understand the question, he could not make sense of what the Horcrux's answer represented either. Completely baffled, he scratched his bald head.
"I identified Voldemort's weakness of character." Su Ming gestured for Hermione to close the diary and launched into an explanation. "Even though it's only a fragment of young Voldemort's soul, the diary still interacts with the outside world according to his own personality. When faced with a question he doesn't understand, Voldemort's first reaction is 'anxiety and anger.' He doesn't want to investigate the essence of the problem, and he's far too emotional. He lacks too much basic knowledge. Such obvious weaknesses mean he was destined never to accomplish anything."
"Er, even so, he nearly ruled the British Wizarding World and caused 'The Darkest Eleven Years.' Saying that makes us seem rather useless." The Ravenclaw Head of House leaned back in his chair, kicking his two short legs to gain leverage. "And I only wanted to know the correct answer, not be verbally attacked by you."
Deathstroke shrugged, pulled out a bottle of soda, and satisfied Flitwick's thirst for knowledge.
"First, the question never said that this wizard had any protective measures, which means he's simply flying upward. There's a piece of common knowledge even Muggles know: the higher the altitude, the thinner the air and the lower the oxygen content. Most people suffer severe oxygen deprivation at six thousand meters. At eight thousand meters, the brain can function for no more than four minutes. At ten thousand meters, one cannot remain conscious for over a minute, while at fourteen thousand meters, there are only ten seconds left. At the same time, the temperature at that altitude is minus seventy degrees Celsius, enough to freeze an ordinary wizard