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

Chapter 254 Teaching in a Dream
"So stupid as to try to turn the little fairy into a living Horcrux."

"Even without my help, you, who possess the spirit, will be able to gradually digest it. I just accelerated the process."

Hearing this, Harry's heart skipped a beat.

"What if I don't have a spirit? What if spirits don't exist at all? What will happen to me?"

"Such a strange question." Riddle frowned. "Even if there were no elves, the white magic power of love in you would have rendered it harmless to some extent. The only flaw is that your identity as a Horcrux is still preserved. You rely on that immortal, and that I also wander in the world because of your existence."

"Unless he kills you once with his own hands, you will always have this ambiguous relationship with that idiot."

(Some wizards who have played Muggle games instantly realized that Harry's health bar, as a Horcrux, is shared with Voldemort and cannot be reset unilaterally.)
(After hearing this, the people in the hall became less repulsive to Dumbledore.)
(Dumbledore touched his nose and felt a little guilty. In fact, he was just guessing. It turned out that Harry could really survive, and it didn't have to go according to his original plan.)
(To be safe, he deliberately allowed the fake Moody to enroll in school, and Voldemort used Harry's blood to revive. In this way, although Voldemort could be immune to the love spell flowing in Harry's body, it also made the spell last forever and would not disappear after Harry turned 17.)
(Their relationship is closer, and it is more likely that they will achieve conjugated immortality, while Voldemort will have to kill Harry himself.)
(This way, Voldemort loses a Horcrux and Harry saves his life, which is a win-win situation.)
"Is that so?" Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

Dumbledore did not intend to let him commit suicide, but actually gave him a chance to survive.

He was really afraid that Dumbledore would not be the brilliant person he imagined in his mind.

Fleur and Krum were completely confused as to what the interaction was about.

They were only familiar with Voldemort inside, and they could only understand the rest of the Horcruxes from their contents.

The Horcrux is most likely the spell that made Voldemort immortal in their world, and Harry was made into a Horcrux.

What was unexpected was that even though they were not from the same world, Voldemort in this world still recognized him and helped Harry eliminate the hidden danger.

The world may seem different, but it does not affect the commonality of the soul.

They suddenly thought of Harry and Cedric in this world. Not to mention the advantages and disadvantages of this commonality, they wondered if they could use this connection to find Cedric, the only one who had not shown up.

They didn't pay much attention to it before because Cedric had been playing badly for three months.

If nothing unexpected happens, he should just give up in this world and enjoy life in another world peacefully.

The reason why I haven't recognized them is because I don't want to be disturbed.

But they are still a little worried because they have allowed a variable to exist.

"Are you going to find Cedric?" Harry was a little surprised to hear their thoughts.

As the class time approached, the classroom was already filled with students sitting on mats with their legs split, making a lot of noise.

He glanced at Riddle on the stage and continued with confidence: "Do you think Cedric will contact himself in this world?"

"Yes." Krum nodded. "Because of his contact with Edward Cullen, we were going to look for him. It would be a good idea to find out if there were any other freshmen who had contact with him. It would also be a good idea to find out Cedric's identity in this world."

"It is undoubtedly foolish to leave a warrior out there and know nothing about his movements." Furong agreed.

(Dumbledore smiled, "Yes, that's right. As long as we make contact, they will become suspicious. They will return to the main line of the mission.")
(The other three Warriors supporters were extremely excited at this moment. Finally, they saw hope of victory.)
(Voldemort looked at the face that he used to hate so much, with unprecedented emotions surging in his heart, Harry, Harry Potter, you must not agree to it!)

(He knew that even if Harry didn't agree it wouldn't affect the outcome, but he couldn't stop feeling that way.)
"Okay. One more person means more help." Harry nodded.

(Voldemort: "No!")
At the same time, the class bell rang.

The students began to retract their legs that had been stretched out randomly, sitting cross-legged on the mats, and the noise stopped abruptly.

"I don't think I need to introduce myself."

"You should all have learned about the professors' information, especially after you got the Treasure Book."

"Let's get straight into the subject itself."

Riddle paused here.

"Dark magic is varied and endless."

"To fight them is like fighting a many-headed monster. As soon as you cut off one head, a new one immediately pops up, more ferocious and more cunning than the original one. You are facing something unpredictable and indestructible."

"To be precise, it is the embodiment of the dark side of our human nature."

"That's why most of you here won't choose the path of the Dark Fairy. You also need to study with the Slytherin students."

“Understanding and delving into the evil of human nature is actually a form of defense.”

"Beauty exists only when there is ugliness. Light exists only when there is darkness."

"Only if you understand the black magic will you know how to deal with it, restrain it, and avoid falling into the abyss."

"But unfortunately, this is not what I want to teach you before."

"What I am going to teach you is the Magic Fairy Artifact - the creation of the Dark God Gunara, the embodiment of your self, a derivative of the source of self and magic power."

"First, I will teach you how to put it away and take it into your body like a spirit."

Riddle raised his right hand. "But I don't like to talk about theory. I prefer to let you experience it firsthand."

A ring with a silver Ouroboros carved into it and rubies as eyes appeared out of thin air on the ring finger.

(Dumbledore looked at the ring with interest. "Is this the magic fairy weapon of Tom in this world? It is like above and below, action and inaction. It is like an Ouroboros, the head and the tail, the end and the beginning, infinite?")
(The ability of this magic fairy device is by no means simple. Infinity represents uncertainty, uncertainty about how big it is, uncertainty about how small it is, and uncertainty about what it is. However, it contains enormous energy. How to use it and what state it will eventually present depends on the magic fairy herself.)
[Spin, Infinite Snake]
There was no sound or light.

The next second, everyone in the classroom lost consciousness and fell backwards.

(Hermione stroked her chin, "Is this what these cushions are for? To catch fallen students? To experience? To take classes directly in dreams?")
(Ron said enviously, "This is too good to be true. You wake up and learn everything?")
(Ginny looked at her brother with disdain, "It's not that simple, see for yourself.")
The black screen lit up again.

Four figures appeared, they all returned to their original appearance, and their eyes were closed.

Hibiscus was lying among the flowers and green grass, surrounded by mist.

Krum kept falling, passing through the books, chess pieces, the Quaffle, kettles, mugs, benches and other miscellaneous objects hanging in the air, but he never stopped or landed. Looking down, he could not see the end.

Harry appeared in a baby cradle that fit his body shape. A vague shadow pushed him gently, and at the same time, footsteps were heard outside the door approaching from afar.

(Voldemort blinks. Hey, this place looks familiar.)
(Snape stared at the shadow, his body frozen in place.)
Cedric was lying in an empty room, half of which was brightly lit and the other half was dark. He was standing between the light and darkness, half in the light and half in the shadow.

Cedric was the first to wake up.

He just felt that his eyelids were extremely heavy and he couldn't lift them.

One half of the body seems to be bathed in the spring sunshine, while the other half seems to be on a cold winter night.

What came to my left ear was the sound of family and friends talking and playing, and Qiu Zhang's murmurs.

What I heard with my right ear was a faint rustling sound, accompanied by the roar of wild beasts.

This sense of contradiction almost tore him apart.

("Son!" exclaimed Amos Diggory.)
(And so do all the other viewers who notice this scene.)
Because Cedric's feelings weren't false.

His body was really torn apart, but there was no blood, and his organs were dissected.

The cross-sections of both bodies were extremely smooth, covered in black and white.

The black absorbed all the black, and the room on the right disappeared, replaced by endless darkness.

Bai released his light, occupying the other half of the room with a stronger yet softer glow, leaving only pure light.

Darkness and light collide.

The two bodies also melted into it.

The picture suddenly disappeared.

A pair of eyes appeared in the frame, and then a person.

It was Cedric. The darkness and light just now were just their pupils and the whites of their eyes.

The picture spread from himself as his sight spread.

It was an empty, undecorated hut with only an old wardrobe, a wooden chair and an iron bed.

A boy was sitting on a gray blanket with his long legs stretched out in front of him, reading a book in his hands.

(Voldemort narrowed his eyes, unable to tell whether he was happy or angry, "I really miss you.")
("Wool's Orphanage!" Dumbledore gripped the armrests of his chair. This was the beginning of everything, his first meeting with Tom Riddle as a child.)
For a moment the scene shifted to an open book, which contained not words but pictures of Cedric since he came to this world.

"You're awake at last, Cedric Diggory."

"It's you." Cedric woke up as if from a dream and looked at the boy opposite him.

He was a miniature version of Tom Riddle.

There is no doubt that he is his own heroic spirit - Tom Riddle.

“&*%￥#@￥&……!”

A voice with electronic noise came out of Riddle's mouth.

([Plunder! Armor of Sin])

(To the audience, it was a word of liberation.)
"What are you talking about?" Cedric frowned.

("What happened to him?" Ron didn't respond yet.)
("Obviously," Hermione said, "he can't hear the Liberation Word like we can.")
"You really can't hear me. It seems it's too early. See you next time."

The dark-haired boy closed the book.

The next second, Cedric opened his eyes again.

He propped himself up and looked around.

He had returned to the classroom. The other students were lying indecently on the cushions. On the podium, Professor Riddle was looking at him with a surprised look.

"You succeeded so quickly."

"What worked?"

"You can take a look at where you put the magic fairy weapon."

"What?" Cedric reached into his pocket, and the dagger that was pressed against his thigh had disappeared.

But as the thought flashed through his mind, it appeared directly in his hand.

"The magic fairy weapon has merged with you again. You can make it appear and disappear with just a thought." Riddle explained.

"Disappear?" Cedric followed Riddle's instructions, and sure enough, the next second, the dagger turned into black mist visible to the naked eye and disappeared into his hand.

"What happened to me just now?" Cedric asked.

"Just now? Didn't it tell you?" Riddle was a little surprised. Normally, a weapon spirit would have a lot to say to its master. Although most of it was sarcasm and contempt, it would not be to the point of saying nothing.

"He just said something indistinct, I couldn't make it out. Then he said something about it being too early, and I came back to reality."

"Is that so? That's really interesting. It's telling you the language of liberation."

"Liberation words? The spell to release the power of the magic fairy weapon? Like the one you just said, "Turn, infinite snake"? "

"Yes, that's it. There is such a proactive magic fairy weapon. It seems to want to actively give you power." Riddle's curiosity seemed to be overflowing. "Generally speaking, magic fairy weapons think that they are higher, and they look down on their other selves who are entangled in fame, wealth, and the acquired world and cannot fully recognize themselves."

"I don't know that either." Cedric lowered his head subconsciously.

He thought he knew the reason. His weapon spirit was the heroic spirit that participated in the competition with him under contract. It was normal for him to want him to be powerful so that he could have an advantage in the competition.

If Harry knew what Cedric was thinking, he would definitely want to curse.

The second of the four warriors to wake up was Harry.

He fell out of the cradle, flashing wildly the Killing Curse from the other redhead's own self.

The green plasma beam could actually ricochet across the room, chasing his direction like a locked-on missile.

And every time you are hit, you have to wake up from the cradle again.

It was as if time was rewinding, returning to the moment when I just opened my eyes.

"I've had enough! This lunatic!"

Harry only dared to think so in his heart.

If he made a noise, the person who was hearing the footsteps approaching the door would quicken his pace and push the door open.

He merged with the shadow of his mother beside the cradle, and once again transformed into the dark version of himself who was madly casting the Killing Curse.

"What should I do? What should I do?"

Harry thought about it.

"Voldemort + my mother = the red-haired killer?"

"What the hell is this dark combination!"

Thinking of this, he looked at the gentle shadow again, and in a trance he stretched out his hand to her, "Mom, save me."

(End of this chapter)