Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

The golden locket suddenly stopped shaking. The frantically twisted golden chain lost all strength and smashed on the table. Immediately afterwards, with a crisp "click" sound, its small golden cap popped open.

They saw the internal structure of the locket. Behind the two small glass windows, there was a live eye blinking. It was dark and bright, clear and bright. Harry felt that if it weren't sealed in a small box , The owner of the eyes should belong to a living person.

There is a black mist in the air. A hoarse and cold voice came from inside, "I saw your heart..." Locket said to Felix who was closest to him.

"Oh? How about this?" Felix runs Occlumency.

"... Felix Haip, I know you, I can sense everything around me, what's in the book you came here on the first day? Don’t deny it, I see you most urgently His longing, powerful, eternal life, beyond death—you want to be the next me."

"Who is this?" Harry cried, and Sirius took him back a few steps, and said complicatedly: "Yes Voldemort, I really didn't expect that he hid himself in an egg-sized box."

Harry mouth opened wide, is this the one he encountered in the First Year? Compared to sticking to the back of Quirrell's head, his life is much worse now.

The owner of those eyes in the locket is still whispering: "You have this potential, why don't we cooperate? We rule the wizard and muggle together... and I, the greatest wizard ever, would like to be with you Share the secret of my immortality-Horcrux."

Something like a soap bubble appeared twisted, and a human figure rose from the locket. It was a pretty handsome youngster with thin cheeks and black hair. Shine, who is very tall, smiles affectionately, opens his arms, and seems to want to hug Felix.

But his feet are still in the locket and he can’t get out at all. He smiled more cordially, and said in a soft tone: “It’s better to start now, from this moment, to immortal life The way of... just gently wave the wand, there are two insignificant sacrifices over there."

However, Felix said calmly: "I thought you would give a more brilliant opinion, Tom . Close it, Harry."

"What?" The red light in young Voldemort's eyes flashed away. If he hadn't been staring at him, he might think it was an illusion. He raised his tone and still tried to convince him calmly: "You don't know what you missed, I am farther than anyone on the road to immortality, join hands..."

But Harry has already said The sound of "si si", the next second, the lid of the locket was closed, and the black mist full of hatred surged away, and Voldemort's image disappeared abruptly.

Harry's heart was beating violently, gasping for breath, he really thought Voldemort was going to jump out and fight them.

Felix picked up the locket, tapped on it for a long time, and finally put it in his pocket, "I'll give it to Dumbledore," he said with emotion, "headmaster hasn't touched one yet. , I have seen three of them."

They sat on the sofa again, and each did not speak. Kreacher grabbed the door and said tremblingly: "Mister Haip, will you destroy it? This It is the last command left by Master Regulus to old Kreacher."

"I assure you, Kreacher, locket will be destroyed." Felix said.

"Thank you, thank you—" Kreacher sobbed "peng" and disappeared.

Harry calmed down and asked curiously: "Voldemort mentioned Horcrux just now, what is that?" His eyes jumped between Sirius and Felix, hoping to get an answer, and instinctively told him , He had already peeped into Voldemort's secrets very deeply.

Sirius also looked at Felix.

"Horcrux...a very evil kind of dark magic. By splitting the soul and storing the soul fragment in some kind of item, this thing is called Horcrux." Felix simply explained: "Just If Horcrux is still there, Voldemort will not die. Although he will be miserable, there will be a day when he will return."

"This is the secret of Voldemort's immortality?" Harry said in shock, "No wonder he said. It’s an evil way to transcend death and to split the soul."

"It’s more than that, Harry, splitting the soul is the result, and the process needs to complete a ceremony, killing, and peeling it off by killing people. Soul, don't look at what I tell you, it's actually far more complicated than this." Felix said.

"So what is in the locket is just a fragment of Voldemort?" Harry realized that the two Voldemorts he had seen were not the same soul.

"Yes."

"Then if we destroy the locket now, will Voldemort silently die in a dark corner?" Harry thought divergently. In other words, he was very excited about this idea.

"Probability is not great, Harry. He has made more than one Horcrux, only two of Horcrux I saw and destroyed, and Dumbledore is still looking for more information." Felix said .

Harry was stunned, "You have been doing this? Against Voldemort?" He didn't know anything about it.

"Dumbledore has been doing this, he has been actively pursuing the past that Voldemort tried to hide," Felix said, "and I just happened to happen."

"Harry, even when you sleep, the world is still running, but you have never seen it."

Harry clicked nodded, he knows what the professor means, and there is no need to take the responsibility on himself , He was just a little impulsive, not stupid. The professors told him about the role of Horcrux, so he wouldn't miss it. Before Horcrux was completely destroyed, he tried to confront Voldemort.

He was excited, and felt that he had one more task in his life. If Voldemort's Horcrux still existed when he graduated, he could spend his entire life to pursue it.

Thinking about that future, it’s not bad, especially since this road is not lonely, there is Dumbledore, there is Professor Haip... Maybe there are more people, and Harry’s mind came up with silhouettes.

He asked a key question: "If Horcrux is not one, um... Now that there are at least three, or four, will there be more, such as seventeen or eight?"

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Felix was amused, "Do you treat your soul as a cookie? You can break it at will, or you can drop the scum?" He thought about it for a while and said, "Actually, I can't be sure, "Secrets of the Darkest" The book "Art" does not state the limit on the number of Horcrux. Maybe the person who wrote the book didn't expect future generations to be so crazy."

"Will it hurt to strip the soul?" Harry asked.

"Well, weird question," Felix tilted his head, "But the book says it hurts. I haven't tried it myself. Maybe Voldemort doesn't care very much?"

" "Okay," he stood up, "Come here first today, Harry, we should go back." He looked towards Sirius again, "The time we agreed upon remains the same."

The two returned to Hogwarts. , Felix sent away Harry who asked all sorts of questions to Dumbledore's office.

Dumbledore was still looking through the files, and after hearing Felix's words, he looked at Locket carefully.

After watching for a long time, he took off his glasses tiredly and wiped them with a small piece of velvet: "It just verified the guess I got from Hao Qi."

"Hao Qi?"

"I told you, that poor house elf."

"You came back so late today, so you went..."

"Azkaban, yes."

Dumbledore told the story he heard from Hao Qi. The story itself is very simple. Almost fifty years ago, Voldemort, who was a clerk at Borgin and Burkes, visited A very wealthy witch-Hepziba Smith, the owner of Haoqi, died suddenly two days later.

"There are two points worth noting in this incident. One is that with the death of Hepziba, her two most precious collections also disappeared. They happened to be the founders of the four Hogwarts. Human relics-Slytherin's locket, and Hufflepuff's Cup."

"Voldemort did it." Felix said surely.

"Yes, it took Hepziba's family a long time to determine this, because she has many secret hiding places and always takes her collection very seriously."

"You just said...Hao Qi is in Azkaban?"

"Yes, it is an obvious scapegoat, but Hao Qi herself admitted that she put her in the hostess's cocoa tea After some things, it was discovered that it was not sugar, but a rare and deadly poison. The verdict stated that she was not deliberately murdered, but dim-sighted from old age ——"

"Her memory Has it been tampered with?"

"I'm glad we reached an agreement," Dumbledore said, "Hao Qi is not in a good state. I am planning to apply for a new investigation into this old case."

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"However, after so many years, Hao Qi's memory has become a mess. It is difficult to tell whether she was passive at that time, and I can only raise doubts about the case itself..."

Felix also feels difficult. There is no evidence. Everything is derived from logic. However, Fudge has just been terrified and I don’t know if he has the courage to reject Dumbledore again.

The two turned to other questions—

"Headmaster Dumbledore, how many Horcrux do you think Voldemort has made?"

"This is really amazing. People have a headache. Based on what I know about him, Voldemort will find a meaningful number. Three, seven, nine, and thirteen are all possible. I have to confirm his thoughts and find some supporting evidence. Apart from this, we also I don’t know if he achieved the predetermined goal on the night he went to Mr. and Mrs. Potter’s house..."

In other words, the number is uncertain, and it is also uncertain whether or not it has been completed. A number appeared in Felix's mind, seven, but he didn't speak, saying it was useless, and Dumbledore still had to explore and verify it himself.

But he thought of a little, "Ravenclaw's crown, Slytherin's locket, Hufflepuff's Cup...Dumbledore, will Gryffindor's sword also be Horcrux?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "I happen to know where the sword is, Voldemort didn't get it."

Out of the office, it was drizzling in the sky, Felix stepped on the moist soil, still recalling what Dumbledore had just deformed. Hufflepuff looks like a golden cup.

Dumbledore's words are a bit harsh: "It's strange to say that you and Voldemort really have several points of fate, maybe you will run into other Horcrux in the future, it's best to show you what the golden cup is. Kind of."

Felix couldn't help but slander. You are destined to him. Dumbledore didn't want to give him the job of dealing with Voldemort, did he?