Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 135 Miss Malfoy wants me to confess (12000 words)
But then again, the Imperius Curse cast by the second-year wizard was not very strong, so it was normal for it to touch Ron's bottom line and cause a breakthrough.

Harry was also enjoying watching them practice with each other, and had no intention of asking them to stop.

In fact, a hundred years ago, many of his classmates had fallen victim to the Imperius Curse.

There is another way to circumvent the Imperius Curse, which is Occlumency.

However, Harry did not learn it. After all, he had only attended classes for a few days in sixth grade and did not have enough time to learn this magic.

In addition, Occlumency is not easy to learn and is not something that a second-grade student can easily master.

So after thinking about it, Harry decided that it would be better to let them develop resistance to this spell - firstly, to master the spell, and secondly, to develop resistance to the soul leaving the body.

It is the dumbest method, but of course, it is also the simplest method and the most suitable method for the physique of a second-grade baby.

Sebastian had secretly asked them to practice the Imperius Curse together in their fifth grade. His reason was to make his companions resistant to it.

To people a hundred years ago, the Imperius Curse was not actually evil.

The Imperius Curse is not essentially a magic that affects the human mind, which is why Harry asked them to practice the spell.

Just now Hermione used the Imperius Curse to control Ron to do the robot dance. To be honest, Harry has done the same thing before.

When he had secretly practiced the spell in the crypt, he had intended to do it with Gareth - but he had not expected that Cassandra would forcefully pull him to train together.

"You should train with me, Pot." Cassandra looked down at Harry with her proud eyes. "Oh? Are you unwilling to accept the fact that you can be manipulated by me at will?"

After saying this, Cassandra gave Gareth a threatening look.

"No, Harry is my good brother! I will never sit idly by and watch you destroy him..."

Before Gareth could finish his words, he felt ten heavy gold Galleons in his hand.

He was very tactful. Holding the gold Galleons in his hand, he turned around and walked away happily without even saying hello to Harry, leaving the crypt to the two of them.

That is, how could Miss Malfoy, such a good person, torture Harry?

But then again, to be on the safe side, we still have to find someone to help, preferably someone who can restrain Malfoy - well, why not go find Grindelwald who just arrived and let her rescue Harry.

Thinking of this, Gareth left the dungeon happily.

Harry looked up at Cassandra and retorted, "I'm more worried that you can't afford to play--"

"Wow." Cassandra raised her eyes slightly. "Well, let's do this, Poter. If you can successfully use the Imperius Curse on me, I will promise you one thing. How about it?"

Harry was alert; he had no idea what Cassandra was up to.

"How about it?"

Cassandra half-closed her eyes, and when she saw that Harry was slow to answer, she smiled contemptuously.

"Oh, well, so you don't have the guts, Pot..."

"Who said no?" Harry drew out his wand: "Come on, Miss Malfoy -"

Cassandra didn't give Harry time to react and cast a spell.

"Imperio!"

Harry just felt a wave of happiness surge into his heart, and his whole body was warm.

Seeing Harry like this, Cassandra sat leisurely on the chair and crossed her legs high.

Because it is summer and the weather is quite hot, she is wearing a light grey pleated skirt and grey over-the-knee cotton socks.

Harry walked over to Cassandra, knelt on the floor, and began to massage her legs.

It should be said that Cassandra has beautiful legs and a beautiful shape. The over-the-knee socks on her legs outline a very youthful curve.

"Too light, Pot," he heard Cassandra say. "Have you not eaten, my little servant?"

Harry felt as if he was sick. If it were the same as before, he would definitely jump high and stay away from Cassandra - but why was he so happy at this moment, thinking that being able to massage Miss Malfoy's legs was the happiest thing in the world...

but……

Her legs are so soft, he thought.

As she looked down at Harry, Cassandra felt a surge of satisfaction in her heart.

Humph……

Let you stare at the new Grindelwald?

You damn bastard! Am I not good enough for you?
I'm going to punish you severely!
However, when she saw Harry's green eyes, her heart suddenly softened for some reason.

Ugh……

"My neck is sore, Pot," Cassandra said again. "Come here and give me a massage."

"it is good."

Harry said cheerfully, standing up again and moving around behind Cassandra to give her shoulders a massage.

"Humph."

Cassandra chuckled and enjoyed Harry's shoulder massage.

Perhaps she felt the shirt was too restrictive, so she reached out her little hand and unbuttoned one of the top buttons.

Harry really didn't mean it. Looking along Cassandra's slender, white neck, he could even see her delicate collarbone outside her shirt - he couldn't help swallowing.

This was quite a shock for a fifteen-year-old boy.

It's so beautiful, he thought, he would be willing to keep massaging Miss Malfoy's shoulders.

"So, Pote."

Harry was squeezing his shoulders when he heard Cassandra's voice and answered in a daze, "Yes, Miss Malfoy."

"So, you stayed here to practice with me, is it because..."

Cassandra paused here.

"?" Harry had no idea what she meant.

"Are you...cosying something that doesn't belong to you?" she asked casually.

"What?" Harry still didn't understand.

But suddenly a hint came to his heart.

I love Cassandra, I love Cassandra, I love Cassandra!
I want to tell her! I want to confess my love to her...

This thought was so strong that Harry suddenly felt something was wrong.

No, how dare I have such thoughts?!
He suddenly woke up and rushed out like an arrow.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Harry denied hastily, "Even if I, Harry Potter, die! Jump off the tower of the Dark Arts Defense Tower! I will never like you..."

Cassandra's expression seemed to show regret for a moment, and then it turned cold again.

"You're just being sentimental." She curled her lips, "Okay - you have a strong will, I admit, it's your turn now."

Harry suddenly felt a little lost.

Actually...it's not that he dislikes Cassandra, but he always feels that the gap between them is too big.

Just kidding, he is a face control, and Cassandra's appearance... is one of the best in the whole of England.

Even though he had seen many female stars on television in later generations, he still thought they were not as good as Cassandra.

In his eyes, Cassandra was as dazzling as the sun, so how could she favor a small, underdeveloped weed like him?
"Potter, how long are you going to stay in a daze?" Cassandra tilted her head, "You silly little troll?"

"You're the troll!" Harry retorted, raising his wand to point at Cassandra: "Imperio!"

He waved his wand, manipulating Cassandra to her feet.

While they were practicing in the dungeon, Gareth ran into the auditorium, panting.

He looked around and found Willatia sitting in the Slytherin seat, reading a book seriously.

"Grindelwald, Grindelwald!" Gareth ran over panting and stopped behind Vivi.

"Is there anything I can help you with, Mr. Weasley?" Vivi looked up at Gareth.

"Well, I want to ask you for a favor." Gareth said, holding his knees.

"What favor?" Vivi didn't rush to agree, but instead decided to see what Gareth was asking for.

She knew that Gareth was Harry's roommate and best friend, and if this favor was related to Harry, she didn't mind helping.

Fortunately, there were not many people in the hall at the moment, so Gareth looked around and said in a low voice: "Harry and Malfoy seem to be practicing the Imperius Curse - God, I'm worried that Malfoy will hurt Harry, you have to help..."

"What?" Weiwei was shocked and asked quickly, "Where are they?!"

The urgency of the voice made Gareth feel envious and jealous - towards Harry.

Hey, comparing yourself to others will make you feel miserable. Why is this good guy so popular with women?
He felt like he had eaten a lemon - he had been in love with a senior girl from Ravenclaw for three whole years, but she ignored him.

What about Harry?
He was quiet and never took the initiative to flirt with girls. Malfoy was also interested in him, and the new transfer student also liked him...

Oh, Gareth had known for a long time that Malfoy liked Harry - he had noticed something during Christmas in his first year.

It wasn't until Harry went to Vienna with the Malfoys in his third year that Gareth confirmed the fact.

It seems that not only Miss Malfoy likes him, even the head of the Malfoy family, Mr. Septimus Malfoy, has no objection.

As Vivi asked, she was still wondering in her heart why Gareth allowed Malfoy to practice the Imperius Curse with Harry.

But she soon noticed the gold Galleons in Gareth's hand.

what……

Good Weasley, I think Malfoy bribed you with gold Galleons, right?
Thinking of this, Weiwei took a quick look at the gold galleons, which should be around ten.

Haha, you Malfoy offer ten Galleons, and I, Valatea, offer twice as much!
She pulled out twenty gold Galleons from her pocket, thought for a moment, and added thirty more.

No, twice the amount is not enough to bribe him. As Harry's best friend, I should spend more money! Only in this way can...

Although Weiwei is usually very frugal, she never saves money where it shouldn't.

"I need to know Harry's address, urgently." Vivi handed the gold Galleons to Gareth.

Gareth's eyes widened. He really didn't expect that there would be such a master.

I thought Cassandra Malfoy was rich enough, but I never expected... this new transfer student is even richer?!

"It's a pleasure to serve you, Miss Grindelwald." Gareth's eyes turned into the shape of gold Galleons: "Here - Malfoy and Harry are in the crypt, you know the location, it's the cabinet that Harry took you to before..."

Vivi remembered that Harry was scolded by Malfoy because of this incident.

"I'll go right away!" Vivi didn't care about her ladylike manners. She stuffed the book into her pocket and hurriedly left the auditorium.

In the dungeon, after using the Imperius Curse on Cassandra, Harry walked to the chair, sat down like Cassandra, and crossed his legs high.

"Massage my legs!" he ordered.

The arrogance on Cassandra's face disappeared, replaced by a gentleness that Harry had never expected.

No, not only have I never thought about it, I don’t even dare to think about it.

"Okay, Master." Cassandra knelt beside him obediently like a maid and reached out to massage his legs.

The word "master" made Harry's hair stand on end and his muscles tense. He leaned back in the chair and looked at Cassandra's expression carefully.

If anything was wrong, he intended to stand up immediately and ask Miss Malfoy's forgiveness.

After all, he had always been Cassandra's lackey - that was a nice way of saying it, but in reality he felt he should be a butler.

Suddenly, he felt a little nervous when the young lady who was serving him massaged his legs.

But then he remembered that this was a practice of the Imperius Curse, and everyone had promised beforehand not to get angry.

So... he began to feel secretly happy again.

This is life, Harry couldn't help but feel proud in his heart.

I can let Miss Malfoy give him a leg massage, hey...

You know what, this feeling is really good.

Harry proudly ordered Cassandra to massage his legs and shoulders, and finally directed Cassandra to do a mechanical dance.

This was the most popular dance in the era when he traveled through time, and it could be said to be the top dance.

Having had enough fun, Harry removed the Imperius Curse from Cassandra.

It would have been fine if it hadn't been untied. Once it was untied, Cassandra returned to her original domineering self.

She walked up to Harry, grabbed his tie, put one knee on his leg, and her eyes flashed with a very dangerous light.

Harry looked at Cassandra in horror and waved his hands quickly, saying, "We agreed not to be angry—"

Who would have thought that Cassandra's face would come closer, and Harry could even feel her warm and fragrant breath hitting his face.

"Do you need me to massage your legs, my little master?" Both her tone and expression were extremely dangerous.

She also emphasized the word "master".

Just when Harry didn't know how to respond, the door to the crypt opened.

The first thing Vivi saw was this posture...

Harry sat on the stool, Cassandra grabbed his tie, and her face was close to Harry's, looking like they were going to kiss...

"You...what are you doing?!" she asked in disbelief.

At the same time, a feeling of relief rose in my heart.

Fortunately, I made it in time, otherwise...

"What are you doing?" Cassandra narrowed her eyes when she saw Vivi.

Ah……

A cat that steals fish.

"As you can see," she said.

With that, Cassandra moved her legs away from Harry and loosened her grip on his tie.

"Well, I've used up Pot." Cassandra walked briskly towards the door. "But Grindelwald... If you want to save the hero with beauty, I think you should come earlier next time. If I were a dark wizard, I'm afraid Pot would have..."

Having said that, she stretched out her hand, clenched her long fingers together, and then opened them like a flower.

“Poof~”

After saying that, Cassandra pushed open the door, leaving behind only a string of silver bell-like laughter.

"Harry," Vivi walked forward and asked with concern, "She-she didn't do anything to you, did she?"

"It's all right, Miss Grindelwald," Harry replied. "Just practicing some harmless little jinxes."

After saying that, he stood up from his chair.

"Okay." Weiwei said softly, "But - we are friends. You promised me last time that you would call me Weiwei."

"Okay, sorry, Vivi." Harry smiled at her apologetically.

"Let's go out and rest for a while. We still have to go to the Forbidden Forest together in the evening. Do you remember?" she said, "We promised Czech Doyle that we would let him rest in peace..."

After Vivi's reminder, Harry remembered that he still had to help Czech Doyle find the pages of the book on his body.

This time, it was just the two of them going to help Jackdoll - they had wanted to invite Cassandra to go along, but Cassandra had rejected Harry's invitation to go with them in disdain.

Harry had no choice but to set off with Vivi.

Of course, by helping the ghosts rest in peace this time, Harry and Vivi also found the map chamber of secrets under Hogwarts - the place that Cassandra called the Love Cabin in the letter.

"Harry, Harry?"

Ron reached out and shook Harry, "Why are you daydreaming again, mate?"

"Oh, it reminds me of some old times." Harry smiled at Ron. "How was your practice going?"

"Seamus and Neville have finished practicing and are waiting for you to continue teaching them." Cedric said from the side.

Harry stood up, looked at Seamus who was looking expectant, cleared his throat and said, "Well, everyone has learned well - what makes me especially happy is that Ron can even break through the control of the Imperius Curse with his own willpower, even though the Imperius Curse came from a second-year witch."

Ron showed a smug smile, but Hermione snorted.

"So, teacher, when will you teach us the remaining two spells?" Seamus asked, eager to watch the fun.

Harry glanced at Seamus. He really was worthy of being called the innate explosive body. This idea was a punishment.

"I don't plan to teach you the next two spells - at least not now."

"Why?" Seamus asked, puzzled. "Because they are evil? But we've already learned one Unforgivable Curse, so we don't mind learning two more."

"I need to remind you that the remaining two spells are completely dark magic." Harry sighed and said to Seamus: "It's still too early for you now-"

"From what you learned in Charms class, you should know that many spells require emotions to assist in casting." Harry said this not only to Seamus, but also to everyone present: "But I need to tell you that the conditions for casting the Cruciatus Curse and the Killing Curse are pure malice - if you don't desperately want to torture someone, or want to kill someone, the spell will not work, and it may even only make the person bleed from the nose."

"Why, Harry?" Cedric asked, puzzled. "If you want to torture someone, or kill someone, you can also tear into pieces and break them into pieces. Why aren't these two spells Unforgivable Curses?"

"Because these two spells have counter-spells." Harry said to Cedric, "Also, the purpose of releasing these two spells is not to torture or kill people."

"That's why it's not recommended to learn these two spells for now. For example, the Killing Curse requires extremely strong murderous intent to be effective." Harry looked around and continued, "The evil of the Killing Curse is not how evil the person who uses it is, but the absolute intention to kill at the moment the spell is used."

"Think about it. A life that has accumulated countless people's efforts, is full of parents' expectations, family members' love, professors' cultivation, and classmates' trust. Such a vibrant life was taken away just because of your thought and a spell..." Harry said softly, "At this moment, you are unavoidable. Not only can you not defend yourself legally, but you also cannot convince your heart that you have killed someone. You have to face this irreversible result with blood."

"And the consequences... most of the consequences are that from now on, you will become a dark wizard who is extremely indifferent to the lives of others, just like Voldemort." Harry concluded. Hearing the name Voldemort, everyone shuddered.

No one wants to become Voldemort, especially children like them who are born to be loved by their families.

"Then I'd better not learn it." Ron shuddered. "I don't want to become such a horrible existence. Then life would be meaningless."

"Who said it wasn't?" Simo waved his hands again and again: "I won't learn it for now, I won't learn it..."

Just kidding, after Harry's analysis, no one feels that they can face the inner torture.

So...it’s better not to learn this spell.

Harry shook his head and smiled, then said to them, "In a few days, we can do some actual combat exercises in the Forbidden Forest, and then I will test your learning results - how about it?"

"Great!" The depressed atmosphere returned to a lively state again: "What is the actual combat exercise like? Can you tell us about it?"

"Of course, we will conduct actual combat in the Forbidden Forest." Harry said to them, "You can use any spells without restriction. As long as you can get out of the Forbidden Forest safely, I will arrange some questions that are suitable for your learning progress. Don't worry, there will be no danger."

"Then I feel relieved." Neville breathed a sigh of relief.

But Cedric always felt that it was not that simple. He looked at Harry suspiciously, then at the others.

In the end, I chose to believe Harry. Never mind...

After returning to the dormitory, Harry lay on the bed still thinking about the basilisk.

It has been a week since there have been any new victims. What is going on?

He always felt that something was very strange, and the more he thought about it, the more wrong it seemed. So he slipped on his shoes and tiptoed out of the dormitory, planning to take a look in the secret room on the map, ask the professors and Vivi, and reconnect the external brain.

He walked past the Fat Lady's portrait with ease, and when he looked up he saw Professor Snape blocking the door.

The two of them stared at each other for a long time, and Harry held his breath. Just when he thought that Professor Snape had seen through his Disillusionment Charm and was about to chase him out, he found that Professor Snape turned around and left the scene of the accident.

What's going on? This old...old professor?
Given that Professor Snape let him go so easily, Harry also chose to let the old professor go and did not mutter the words "old bat".

He followed the route all the way underground and entered the secret room on the map.

"Harry." Vivi was very happy to see Harry, and her face was filled with a happy smile.

"Vivi." Harry walked down the steps and came to Vivi's portrait.

Professor Rookwood cleared his throat and asked in a drawling voice: "Well, Potter, we'll leave the map chamber to you two young people..."

Before he could finish his words, Harry said quickly, "No, no, Professor Rookwood. I came here to ask you a question."

Professor Rookwood raised an eyebrow at Harry's words.

"Do you have any questions for us?" Professor Rookwood seemed to have heard something funny, but he still coughed and asked, "Well, I didn't expect you to have a question - tell us, and we professors and your girlfriend will do our best to solve it for you."

Harry blushed when he heard the word 'girlfriend'.

Even though he was often teased like this by Professor Rookwood, he still felt a little uncomfortable with it.

He secretly raised his head and looked at Weiwei, but found that the other party also turned her face away.

"Hurry up and tell me," said Professor Rackham.

"Then I'll tell you." Harry organized his words and said, "That is, since Professor Dumbledore announced the new school rules last week, announcing that Hogwarts was under martial law and everyone had to travel in dormitories, there have been no more attacks - and I haven't heard the sound of the basilisk swimming, or the Parseltongue it speaks."

"So I felt very strange. I always felt like I had thought of something, but I couldn't grasp the key point." Harry raised his head and said again: "So I thought of you and planned to come here to ask smarter people for advice."

When it comes to emotional intelligence, Harry still has a good grasp of it.

After hearing what Harry said, the portraits fell into deep thought.

Obviously, it's obviously abnormal.

"You mean, you never heard those Parseltongues again, right?" Vivi asked, frowning.

"Yes." Harry nodded and said, "Recently, I have been coming out every night and waiting at the place where I first heard the Parseltongue. However, the sound has never appeared. It's as if it disappeared."

"Could it be that Dumbledore's declaration of martial law frightened him?" Professor Rackham asked, "After all, the attacker was only a person who dared to hide in the dark."

"No." Professor Rookwood shook his head and said, "Since he dared to carry out the attack under Dumbledore's nose, it means that he doesn't care about Dumbledore - at least he is not very afraid."

"Why is that?" asked Headmaster Fitzgerald. "If he is not afraid of Dumbledore, the martial law declared at Hogwarts now will not stop his attack."

"Could it be..." Weiwei suddenly said, "The attacker is hiding among the students of Hogwarts? That makes sense. This person can only go to class with his roommates, or return to the dormitory - and has no chance to act alone?"

"That shouldn't be the case." Harry scratched his head and said, "You seem like a Hufflepuff classmate so you can come out alone. Cedric even came out with us tonight to practice dueling."

"Oh my god." Vivi rolled her eyes. "You really don't think the descendants of the Gaunt family will be in Hufflepuff, do you? I think you should pay special attention to Slytherin, okay? The Gaunt family will not go anywhere except Slytherin!"

"Okay, I understand." Harry nodded repeatedly. In fact, he also felt that his previous idea was a bit ridiculous.

Gaunt from Hufflepuff... My scalp tingles just thinking about it. He is lucky not to have his Avada used by the Gaunt ancestor for fifty minutes straight.

All the Slytherins must cry to death in the Chamber of Secrets, what a misfortune for the family!

You know, Salazar Slytherin's philosophy of running a school is completely contrary to Helga Hufflepuff's philosophy. One advocates pure blood only, while the other advocates education for all...

It's really hard to imagine a descendant of Slytherin coming to Hufflepuff, okay?

After getting the analysis results, Harry left the map chamber.

He knew exactly what the entrance to Gryffindor looked like - it was completely defenseless.

Although they were still in groups of three or five, it seemed that neither Professor McGonagall nor Prefect Percy believed that any Gryffindor could control the Basilisk.

I mean, which Gryffindor can speak Parseltongue?
As for Hufflepuff, we can also get a glimpse of it from Cedric who sneaked out.

If the attacker was from these two academies, he would have found an opportunity to release the basilisk and carry out the next attack.

So... who could this person be?

Harry felt that it was very likely that it was done by someone from Slytherin.

after all……

He looked at the entrance to the Slytherin basement. Miss Farley was standing at the door. Not far away was Professor Snape's desk - the old professor seemed to have set up his office in front of the Slytherin common room to prevent anyone from sneaking out.

On his desk, there was something like a compass, which was constantly pointing in his direction and making a hissing alarm sound.

Harry quickly slipped away, he knew that the thing was a magical prop to counter the Disillusionment Charm.

Walking all the way to the headmaster's office, Harry stood in front of the gargoyle this time and reached out to touch his head.

He still didn't know what the password was.

"Password," asked the gargoyle.

Harry said nothing.

"The gatekeeper bows to no one," the gargoyles said. "Password."

Harry rubbed his fingers together, and a black flame ignited.

"The password is the liquorice wand," said the gargoyles, "but the gatekeeper will bow to no one."

"I know you won't bow to anyone," Harry said. "Licorice wand."

The gargoyles jumped aside.

The headmaster's office was still the same as before. Harry climbed the stairs, and the first thing he saw this time was the Sorting Hat on the cabinet.

Dumbledore sat behind the desk, looking extremely relaxed.

"Professor." Harry walked up to Dumbledore and greeted him.

What he heard instead was the sound of a hat thumping against the table, and he clearly sounded a little unhappy.

"Hey, Harry, you forgot to say hello to Old Hat!" said Old Hat very unhappily.

"Good evening, Old Hat." Harry turned around and waved.

The old man then rested again with satisfaction.

Harry sat opposite Dumbledore and looked up at the old headmaster.

Before he could say anything, a glass of lemonade appeared in front of him.

He didn't rush to speak, but reached out and picked up the glass of lemonade and took a sip.

Yes, only a small amount of sugar was added according to his habit.

Harry looked up again.

"Professor Dumbledore, do you have any clues? I mean - about Voldemort."

He was asking the question somewhat knowingly.

"Yes." Dumbledore said concisely: "Our guess is correct. Voldemort's mother is from the Gaunt family--"

As he spoke, Professor Dumbledore twisted his body a little tiredly.

He has been very busy these days, searching for Tom and his mother.

"Really?" Harry didn't expect that he had guessed it right. There was a gleam of gossip in his eyes. "Can you tell me in detail about Tom's mother? I really want to know."

He really wanted to know what was going on.

"Tom's mother is from the Gaunt family." Professor Dumbledore rubbed his eyelids and told Harry the news he had heard. "Her name is Merope Gaunt, the daughter of Marvolo Gaunt, which is where Tom's middle name comes from."

"Merope was born with weak magic power and suffered from the cold eyes of her family. She did not receive any love at home and was even deeply hurt by her family."

At this point, Dumbledore paused.

All this was not surprising to Harry. Born with weak magical powers, he would be looked down upon by other wizarding families, let alone the Gaunt family?
Harry felt that Dumbledore had even concealed part of the truth. According to the usual style of the inherently evil Gaunt family, this Merope Gaunt must have suffered the torture of the Cruciatus Curse at home.

No, the Cruciatus Curse should be an appetizer for the Gaunt family.

In addition to the Cruciatus Curse, there should be more cold violence, which is the truly unbearable domestic violence.

"The rich and handsome Muggle young master Tom Riddle often rode past the Gaunt Mansion on horseback. The unrecognizable Merope was deeply attracted to his handsomeness." Professor Dumbledore said, "But she knew that her father and brother would firmly oppose her dating with Muggles, and Tom, who was arrogant and domineering, would definitely laugh at and dislike her."

"The girl's heart cannot be hidden. After discovering Merope's feelings for Riddle, her brother Morfin Gaunt and her father Marvolo felt deeply humiliated. As a descendant of Slytherin, she actually fell in love with a Muggle. This was something they could never accept, so they would rather violate the law and attack Riddle to vent their anger."

"So, of course, they were caught by the Ministry of Magic. During this period, in order to gain this relationship, Merope selfishly used a love potion to make Riddle forget his original fiancée and fall in love with her, and then married her."

"However, Merope thought that she had the child as a bargaining chip, and she was betting that Tom would choose to stay with her for the child, so she told Tom that she was a witch, and also told him that she had used a love potion to make Tom fall in love with her. Tom felt very angry after being teased, and chose to abandon her."

"Merope was kicked out of the house when she was pregnant. She gave birth to a son in a Muggle orphanage on a snowy night." Professor Dumbledore sighed at this point. "This is the story of Tom, Voldemort's mother."

"What about Merope?" Harry asked with concern. He was eager to know the truth of the matter - so that he could use words to mock Voldemort the next time he saw him.

"Considering that even a witch with weak magic power would hardly die from childbirth, I personally don't think she would die from this." Professor Dumbledore pondered for a moment and continued, "I am more inclined to believe that she lost her will to live after being abandoned by old Riddle, and she didn't want to raise the child, so she left the child in an orphanage and let it fend for itself."

Harry's mouth slowly opened.

Did he think he might have a gift of prophecy?
God, he swore, he had made it up in the basement, simply to drive Voldemort crazy.

But he never expected that what he made up... was actually true?

"What's wrong with you?" Professor Dumbledore asked with concern.

Harry shook his head and said to Dumbledore: "I just remembered what I said to Voldemort in the basement before."

"What?" asked Dumbledore.

Harry covered his face and said, "I say, Voldemort, you are just a poor creature that no one loves. Your mother hates you so much that she abandoned you and threw you into an orphanage..."

To be honest, Harry didn't think he shouldn't say those words, he just didn't want Dumbledore to see the smile that he couldn't suppress on his lips.

Oh my God, how wonderful it would be to be able to tear Voldemort apart with words.

Harry felt that he should not only defeat Voldemort with spells, but also with words so that Voldemort would never be able to hold his head up again in his life.

It's not interesting to just kill people, you also have to destroy their hearts!

Dumbledore looked strange.

No, Harry...

Why are every word you say like a knife, stabbing Voldemort's heart?

As we all know, lies hurt no one, but the truth is the sharpest knife.

If you say "Your mother doesn't love you" to a happy child, the child may not care too much, or explain to you that his mother loves him very much.

But compared to what Voldemort said, this sentence can really break the defense and cause a critical hit and increase true damage.

"You are a bit..." Professor Dumbledore looked at Harry with a strange expression, and finally chose to give Harry a thumbs up: "You are eloquent."

What else can I say?
Dumbledore actually knew what Harry had gone through at the Dursleys' house over the years. It was reasonable for a child to develop a sharp tongue to fight back since he couldn't beat them.

But from his point of view, the Dursleys were not worth his effort - because his childhood experiences were much wilder than those of the Dursleys, and he even suffered the same treatment as Jesus, with transparent holes on his hands.

Hogwarts back then was much wilder than it is now. Even in the wizarding homes of that era, corporal punishment was commonplace.

"Thank you, Professor." Harry accepted Dumbledore's compliment.

Consider it a compliment, he doesn't really care anyway.

"But..." Harry suddenly said, "I remember, Professor, the notebook that was popular among Slytherin last year seemed to be haunted by a ghost named 'Merope'."

"Merope?" Professor Dumbledore was startled. He remembered what Snape had told him before: "How much do you know about this notebook?"

"That's what Miss Farley told me," Harry answered truthfully, "but I don't know much about the details - I felt something was wrong at the time. Now it seems that this 'Merope' is probably Voldemort in disguise, using his mother's name."

"It seems that he still longs for love," Harry said with disgust, "Look, this poor guy who has no mother's love actually uses his mother's name as a pseudonym..."

If you asked Harry whether he felt any sympathy for Tom, the answer was absolutely not at all.

Not only did I not sympathize with Tom, I even felt like laughing, the kind that felt like gloating.

"No, Harry, you got one thing wrong." Professor Dumbledore sighed: "Tom is the product of a love potion. He is born with apathy and does not understand what love is."

"No wonder he is so bad and doesn't even have any friends. So this is where the problem lies." Harry nodded repeatedly. "In fact, you should have solved the problem before it happened, instead of waiting until now to remedy it."

Before this, he thought that there was something wrong with Dumbledore's educational method, which caused Tom to go astray and become a twisted and evil creature like Voldemort.

But after listening to what Dumbledore said, he knew - let alone Dumbledore, even if the four giants were resurrected and took turns to educate Tom, they would not be able to put him on the right track. This guy was born to walk the evil path.

The worst thing Dumbledore did was not sending Tom away sooner.

In a magical sense.

Professor Dumbledore glanced at Harry and said, "But this is no reason for us to look at him with tinted glasses, Harry...he was before..."

"That's your indecision." Harry sneered, "Look, what kind of monster you have cultivated? Such an inherently evil guy can never be redeemed - your choice has cost thousands of lives, and look at the damage he has caused."

Having spent more than five years there a hundred years ago, Harry had seen a lot.

He once had some inappropriate thoughts about being a saint, but they were completely shattered by reality.

He once let a dark wizard go because he felt sorry for him, but he didn't expect that it would almost cost him his life a year later.

If Cassandra hadn't blocked the curse for him, he might have gone to see Merlin long ago.

Redemption?

It's Merlin's job to redeem Tom, and my responsibility is to send him to see Merlin!

"From the results, you are right." Professor Dumbledore sighed, "But if it were you, you might not be able to be so cruel."

Harry thought to himself that I might not be able to do that, but Cassandra and Vivi could certainly be so cruel.

"Professor, have you checked the basilisk problem in the school?" Harry brought the topic to the point. "Who in Hogwarts has the blood of the Gaunt family?"

Professor Dumbledore shook his head and said, "No, the Gaunt family has long been extinct, so there is no bloodline left in the world..."

There was a moment of silence between the two.

"I just went to the map chamber, professor." Harry said again: "Professor Rookwood's analysis is that the person who controls the basilisk is definitely a student of Hogwarts."

"Why do you say that?" Professor Dumbledore looked up and asked.

"Because of your martial law order." Harry said, "Now Hogwarts students can only move around in groups of three or five in their dormitories, and can hardly leave the common room. I just saw Professor Snape sitting in front of the Slytherin common room and guarding it. He is really dedicated."

"Severus is indeed a competent professor," said Dumbledore, "but... no, I understand!"

He was suddenly stunned because he thought of the notebook that Snape had told him about before.

"What's wrong, Professor?" Harry asked curiously.

"The notebook," Professor Dumbledore said succinctly, "The notebook must still be in Hogwarts. Voldemort is controlling the students just like Merope did last year. This makes sense. Someone without Gaunt blood can also control the basilisk, because this person is controlled by Tom!"

"That makes sense." Harry nodded and said, "So, how can we find the notebook?"

"Then we can only investigate." Professor Dumbledore said, "I think I should borrow some props for detecting dark magic items from the Ministry of Magic and conduct tests in the four colleges."

"Do you think you can find it?" Harry asked tentatively.

"It's better than doing nothing, Harry." Dumbledore sighed and said, "Do you have any clue about the monster?"

"I asked Professor Binns," Harry said, "but Professor Binns thinks it's just a myth and doesn't think it really exists. His reasoning is that if the Chamber of Secrets really exists, Hogwarts has had so many headmasters over the years and has searched for it so many times, so it should have been found."

"But it doesn't." Professor Dumbledore's half-moon lenses flashed, "But recent events have proved that this chamber of secrets should indeed exist."

"So in addition to finding this notebook, we also need to find the Chamber of Secrets." Harry said seriously, "We must eliminate the basilisk entrenched in Hogwarts. Not to mention that it is a basilisk raised by Slytherin, even if it is Slytherin himself!"

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