People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 253 Horcruxes Harry Potter
"Automatically released?" Cedric looked at his hand. Through the sunlight from the window, it was faintly shining like a diamond.

He could feel how strong it was, and it could easily crush even a troll's skull.

But compared to himself in heavy armor, he only felt weak, and his sense of crisis was increasing.

Is that posture liberation?

The heavy armor on his body did not feel burdensome to him. Instead, it was as natural as his skin. Although he was covered in armor, he felt ashamed of being naked.

The chilly feeling lingering throughout his body, the strong desire to destroy, and the instinct to devour and ravage everything made him extremely obsessed.

"Is that really my liberation?"

He was more like a beast in that state.

"Of course, there is often a big gap between your perception of yourself and your true self." Draco shrugged.

Cedric hesitated to speak, for only he understood that the magical artifact was Tom Riddle, the young Voldemort, and was not a silhouette of his own self, or not completely.

Draco mistakenly thought that Cedric was somewhat repulsive because his ability to liberate was relatively weak.

"The abilities of the Magic Immortal Device are the most in line with our personalities, habits, and instincts."

"No spell learned later in life can compare to this."

“Even if it is weak at first, it is just a seed. As long as we persevere and keep injecting nourishment, it will eventually bloom into a flower that satisfies us.”

Cedric forced a smile.

He should have been moved by Draco's comfort, but when he looked at that face, a voice kept ringing in his heart, a creepy, breath-stopping, cold and vicious voice.

"Why are you pretending to be a good person... you are just the son of a Death Eater... let me tear you apart... tear you apart... kill you..."

("His eyes!" exclaimed Ron. "There was a slight flash of red in them.")
(Dumbledore rubbed his temple. "Something seems to have happened to Cedric that we do not understand at all.")
(Voldemort, who had gone to a certain unlucky dark wizard's house to complete his nefarious operation, sneered, "The snake has awakened.")
(Ginny frowned, "Harry and the others' chances of winning are getting smaller and smaller.")
(Snape gasps, "It's still early!")
(He still had his hopes set on Harry's upcoming Black and White Magic class, hoping that he would shine in it.)
Harry, who was being expected by Snape, was not idle either.

He sat in the lounge, next to Krum and Fleur.

"Krum, what did you hear?"

Krum closed his eyes and focused on his alter ego who was eating in the auditorium, and the golden snitch hovering above Cedric and the others.

"I heard that Edward Cullen's magic fairy device has been automatically released. And I have never seen such evil eyes. Edward Cullen must be the black fairy, I can guarantee it!"

Furong's face turned serious, "So, we are behind again?"

Harry frowned, "The Magic Immortal Artifact is a creation of a true god. I dare not imagine the extent of its power after awakening."

"Furong, have you found out how to use the Black Magic Fairy's methods——"

Krum was interrupted by Furong halfway through his words, "I didn't find it. The authority of magic fairy apprentices like us is still too low. We can't even watch some videos on the forum. I only know that the teaching of magic fairy weapons is in the black magic class."

"Is that so?" Harry stood up. "Let's go to the Dark Arts classroom. We must get a good seat this time."

Ten minutes later, in front of the room at the end of the corridor on the 4th floor.

("Harry must have been frightened," Ron sighed. "We were so young at the time, just 11 years old. Hermione almost cried when she saw it.")
(Hermione was struggling to cut the sausage in her hand, without looking up, "As if you don't have it.")
"Is this the classroom?" Harry looked at the navigation in the Hundred Book in his hand, a little hesitant.

The location here was clearly the same as the room where the trapdoor for the three-headed dog was hidden when he was in first grade.

The hand seemed to freeze on the brass handle.

He always felt that what would appear was a three-headed dog that occupied the entire room and reached the ceiling, and he could even smell its saliva in a trance.

Fleur and Krum behind him did not urge them.

Another Krum was coming towards them, and they stood there waiting.

Harry opened the door anyway.

A spacious room appeared before him.

There were flickering torches inside, and a row of wooden bookshelves along the walls. There were no chairs on the floor, but there were large satin cushions.

On the shelves at the other end of the room were various instruments of unknown purpose, and there was a large mirror against the wall.

"Oh, someone's coming?"

A gentle male voice sounded out of nowhere.

"Professor?" Harry asked tentatively.

"You can say that I am responsible for teaching you how to use the magic fairy weapon and the black magic."

As the words fell, ripples appeared on the mirror and a man in a black robe walked out.

(Voldemort looked at the man with a strange expression, "I really miss him, envy him, and feel disgusted.")
(It was hard not to feel disgusted when facing this face that looked just like his Muggle father.)
(Dumbledore's expression weakened for a moment, "If I were you, you would be in here")
(To this day, he still blames himself in part for Voldemort's evil behavior.)
(Grindelwald cheered up, changed out of his prison uniform, and fixed his makeup while sizing up the man. "Tsk, vixen.")
"I didn't scare you guys."

He smiled at Harry and the two men who followed him in.

If you look at his appearance alone, he is just a very handsome young man with dark hair.

It is hard to imagine that behind the handsome and youthful appearance, there is a sixty-something old man, a rare great magic fairy, the curse magic fairy.

Harry and the other two unconsciously slowed down their breathing.

"No."

"We just want to come early." "Learn something useful."

"Oh, learn something useful?" Riddle was perked up by Fleur's words and looked her up and down for a while.

"You must be the child of the humanoid elf, right? You have good magic power, a strong sense of thought, and love. No wonder you are a white fairy born in human form?"

Hearing the 'smell of thoughts', Fleur tensed up instantly, the memory of being entangled all over her body by the tentacles of her brain's thoughts in the Office of Mystery was suddenly awakened, and Dumbledore's overbearing, burning love forced her body to heal, burying thoughts containing countless knowledge into her wounds and flesh.

"You want to become stronger as quickly as possible? It's rare to see such a sense of urgency."

Riddle's eyes seemed to have a magical power that could penetrate the soul, and he could see Fleur's inner desires clearly.

He smiled again.

"If it were you, you would have three choices."

"First, use the Black Magic Fairy's method of using malice to cleanse the Magic Fairy Weapon to awaken the Magic Fairy Weapon."

"Second, apply for a Pillar Contract from Flitwick. There are many valuable things in your magic."

“Third, become a fanatic. The power of love will help you go a long way.”

Furong gritted her teeth and said, "I choose the first one."

"A wise choice." Riddle chuckled, "The most important thing for a magic fairy is self."

"A fanatic who has completely abandoned himself cannot be a pillar of support."

"If you sign a contract with a pillar too early, too much of your information will be read by the pillar. The most important thing on the Ascension Ship heading to the Cloud Realm is the proportion of your own information."

"That's why Blue Magic Fairy is the most difficult path to become a pillar."

"But this is not something you need to worry about. Most of the demon fairies cannot become pillars even if they are given countless time."

"Then when will you--" Furong asked anxiously.

"This is the content of this class, kid." Riddle blinked. "Remember what I said at the beginning? I will teach you how to use the magic fairy weapon and the black magic."

"Just let me sit down and rest for a while, and then wait--"

As he said this, the unrestrained insight in his eyes flashed across Harry's forehead.

His body froze.

In Harry's eyes, this 'young' professor was about to sit down lazily cross-legged when his face suddenly changed and he appeared in front of him.

The dark brown pupils were suddenly dyed silver.

His eyes looked towards the place where the scar that did not exist on this body of his was.

The next second, Harry was shaking all over, covering his forehead with his hands, and fell to the ground as if he had been electrocuted.

("Harry!" Hermione, Ginny, Ron, Mrs. Weasley and others all wanted to rush into the picture.)
(“Potter!” “Potter!” These are Snape and Malfoy who are unwilling to admit their inner feelings.)
("Harry." Dumbledore's expression was calm, as if he had guessed something.)
Just as Fleur and Krum were about to take action, they saw Riddle, who had his back to them, tremble his hand slightly, and the two of them completely lost the ability to move.

It stayed where it was like a bee encased in amber.

Harry seemed to be back in the carriage blocked by Dementors. The green light, his mother's crying, and Voldemort's shrill laughter all flashed through his mind like a slideshow.

Click.

It was as if something had melted.

A palm-sized stag with silver fur emerged from his body. The light of its silver hooves faded and black flames ignited. It ran as if it was walking on black smoke.

"Done." The silver-white color in Riddle's eyes faded and he wiped away the non-existent cold sweat.

"What have you done to me?" Harry looked at the fawn with dirty hooves with heartache, and at the same time, he stared at Riddle fiercely with his deer eyes as if he wanted to kill him with his eyes.

"Horcrux," Riddle said apologetically. "You appear to be another Horcrux of my making."

"It seems that before he was sealed, he created another Horcrux, escaped to the world of ordinary people, and created you."

"I'm a Horcrux?" Harry couldn't believe it.

He had only heard of this term from Fred and George in this world. It was a kind of longevity magic with great side effects. He initially thought that this magic only existed in this world.

A thought flashed through his mind - could it be that the Voldemort in his world also created Horcruxes and became immortal through Horcruxes?

"I am the source of Voldemort's immortality?"

(Everyone in the wizarding world was shocked that the savior was the key to Voldemort's survival.)
(Almost everyone thought of a terrible idea-only by killing the savior can Voldemort be truly killed!)
(Voldemort was furious, "It must be Dumbledore! No wonder he deliberately arranged for this brat to appear before me in the first year! He just wanted me to kill him and destroy one of my precious Horcruxes!")
(Snape rejected this idea. During his years teaching at Hogwarts, although he did not say it, he had already regarded Dumbledore as a father figure, the only light in his deep and dark soul. He looked at Riddle in the picture almost pleadingly, hoping that he would deny Harry's guess.)
Riddle blushed slightly, "Can you please not say this name? This magical name is simply a disgrace."

“I never thought I had such a crazy side.”

"But you don't have to worry about the connection with Voldemort anymore. I have helped you digest this soul."

(Snape's expression froze, then turned into madness and hatred, "Albus Dumbledore! I spied for you, made up lies for you, and took mortal risks for you. All this was supposedly to ensure the safety of Lily Potter's son. Now you tell me that you're raising him like a pig to be slaughtered--")
(Everyone in the hall was stunned by Snape's words.)
(However, since Lily had become a heroic spirit before, they already knew some of the love and hatred, so they were not too surprised.)
(More attention is paid to Dumbledore.)
(Does the greatest white wizard, the current British Minister of Magic, know this secret? Is it true, as Snape said, that the so-called savior Harry is just a pig to be slaughtered?)
(Dumbledore looked at his fingers, "I did plan to let Voldemort kill Harry once, but I also found a way for Harry to survive.")
("Maybe! Maybe!" Snape roared and walked out of the hall, but did not attack, "Dumbledore, I am no longer your spy! Don't try to order me again in the future.")
(Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, "Albus, why don't you tell Harry? The child should know this himself.")
(Dumbledore's eyes did not move, and he still lowered his head. "I will tell him, but it is too early now. He is still too young and too impulsive. He should enjoy his student life without worries, instead of being in a state of panic until he is about to die.")
(Ginny stood up, "Dumbledore! You underestimate my boyfriend!")
(Ron straightened his head and said, "Harry defeated Voldemort twice in his first and second years. He is a true warrior.")
(Hermione's lips move, "Dumbledore, you -")
(Everyone took a step away from Dumbledore. They could understand it rationally, but could not accept it emotionally.)
Harry didn't know what happened in the hall. He just touched his forehead in disgust. "Voldemort? He has always been here? Can't he be destroyed directly?"

"I don't dislike you, Professor. I just hate Voldemort."

Riddle blinked. "Don't worry, I hate him too. He's stupid."

(End of this chapter)