Hogwarts: This holy light is righteously evil.

Previously, Penny had lent him his treasured Slytherin locket, which Regulus used to preserve complete evidence before returning it intact a day later.

He recounted the hidden truth of what happened back then to Dumbledore in its entirety: Voldemort had deliberately borrowed the house-elf Kreacher from him, using Kreacher to complete the Horcrux solidification ritual, thereby preserving his remnant soul and foreshadowing his resurrection.

However, there is a great deal of uncertainty surrounding this matter.

The purified locket was intact, with no trace of dark magic or damage on its surface, making it hard to believe that it was once a top-tier dark magic artifact.

Even if Regulus tells the truth, it remains to be seen how much Dumbledore will believe.

To make the intelligence more convincing, Regulus proactively added a derivative clue.

Since the dark magic bindings on the locket have been lifted, yet Voldemort still exists in the world, it is enough to prove that he has more than one Horcrux, and there must be other vessels in the world that support it.

The second piece of information comes from a rumor circulating in the magical world recently.

The recent rumors that Gringotts possesses the Philosopher's Stone are not unfounded; they are news deliberately spread by Regulus.

His objective was very clear: to use the allure of the Philosopher's Stone to lure the remnants of Voldemort's forces, who were lurking in the Romanian forests, back to Britain.

Voldemort had long been entrenched overseas, concealing his whereabouts and accumulating power, leaving everyone helpless and without any opportunity to retaliate or investigate.

Only by bringing it back to its homeland can we have a chance to settle old scores.

Upon hearing of this plan, Dumbledore immediately criticized it harshly, saying that this deliberate attempt to bring danger was too risky and would bring all the unknown crises back to the British wizarding world, implicating countless innocent wizards.

Regulus did not offer much explanation in the face of the accusations.

In short, these two pieces of important information made Dumbledore truly feel Regulus's sincerity in cooperating.

He took the initiative to ask about Regulus's demands, promising to provide him with intelligence support and corresponding assistance as much as possible.

Regulus's needs were clear: he required detailed registration information for all wizards who had recently returned to Britain from abroad.

He needed to investigate one by one to confirm whether any remnant of Voldemort's soul had secretly returned to his homeland by inhabiting a living body.

Of all the returning wizards, Regulus emphasized the need to thoroughly investigate those who came to Hogwarts to apply for teaching positions.

Wizards who join schools have close contact with all teachers and students, and the harm they can cause if they harbor evil intentions is immeasurable.

Dumbledore immediately retrieved the recent job application records and checked them one by one. Sure enough, he found a highly suspicious applicant among them.

The other party was from Ravenclaw, and his resume seemed complete and legitimate. He had applied for the Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching position last year but failed. When no one else was available to teach, he was put in place for Quirinaschiro.

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Throughout the UK.

Harry Potter isn't exactly a special name; you can find ordinary people with the same name or surname everywhere.

Harry himself always felt that it was an ordinary and unremarkable title.

The surname Potter originally refers to a potter, but Harry never found any talent for pottery in himself.

His name, Harry, is a new word he recently learned in class. As a verb, it means to entangle or disturb.

After careful consideration, Harry felt that the meaning of this word was particularly fitting for his life circumstances.

Harry had lived with his Aunt Petunia ever since he could remember.

The story he heard since childhood was that his parents died in a car accident when he was an infant, and he had no one to rely on but his only close relative.

For many years, the Dursleys never showed him any affection; all their favoritism and care were poured into their only son, Daly.

Dali and Harry were about the same age, but their physiques were worlds apart.

He had been a heavy eater for years, and was very fat and muscular, weighing as much as four skinny Harrys.

The difference is not only caused by their eating habits, but also by their completely different living environments and living conditions.

Harry's dwelling was merely a narrow, dark closet at the bottom of the stairs. It was cramped and never saw sunlight. The long-term repressive life made him thin and gaunt.

Although he was nominally a member of the Dursleys, he had no presence in the family.

The entire house is filled with framed photos of Dali, or heartwarming family portraits of the three of them; Harry is never in any of the pictures.

Years of living under someone else's roof have made him accustomed to being ignored. On the surface, he seems indifferent, but deep down he harbors a small expectation.

He never envied Dali's pampered life, but only silently hoped that he could take a picture of himself in the future. His greatest wish would be to capture the moment with his parents, whom he had never met.

Sleep is the moment Harry looks forward to most each day.

Only by immersing himself in dreams can he escape the oppression of reality and possess his own unique freedom and joy.

The world in his dream was vivid and wonderful. He had seen flying motorcycles soaring through the air and had ridden a broom through the sky. The feeling of soaring freely was so real that it didn't seem like a dream.

Unfortunately, beautiful dreams are always fleeting.

Every morning, he wakes up early and takes the initiative to do the breakfast chores at home.

He remained cautious and did his best to prepare the food properly, hoping that Dali would eat his fill and not take away his meager rations.

With the semester over and school exams finished, what should have been a relaxing holiday turned into an even busier one for Harry.

Every day at dawn, Dudley would go out and wander around with his friends. In order to avoid the wrath of his aunt and uncle, and to avoid Dudley's unreasonable harassment after he got up in the morning, Harry had to get up and work even earlier than usual.

Even though he was busy every day, Harry still harbored a secret joy in his heart.

When the fall semester begins, he will attend a public high school near his home, while Dali and his friends will go to private high schools with better teachers and resources.

Chapter 141 Harry, We've Finally Found You

In the UK education system, private schools offer far superior overall conditions compared to public schools, and families that value their children's education will prioritize private schools.

But Harry didn't care about any of this. His only wish was to finally stop going to school with Dali and get rid of the years of bullying and harassment.

He could only keep this rare sense of ease and joy to himself.

He had long since figured out the Dursleys' temperament; his pleasure would only earn him their dissatisfaction and deliberate harassment.

Not long ago, Harry was unjustly subjected to a week-long confinement.

Previously, when Dali was visiting the zoo, he was accidentally locked in an animal display case. However, his uncle Vernon arbitrarily blamed Harry for everything and forcibly locked him in a storage cabinet as punishment.

Harry knew perfectly well that the whole thing had nothing to do with him.

He simply stared silently at the large snake in the cabinet through the glass, making no unusual move. He had no idea how Dali was trapped.

In his spare time, he would even secretly joke that perhaps the domineering Dali really did have the special ability to penetrate glass.

Harry's life experiences over the years have made him increasingly aware that the world he lives in contains many strange and inexplicable phenomena.

Occasionally, when I went shopping with my aunt, there would always be some strangers on the street dressed in strange clothes. They would always recognize me, take the initiative to come up and greet me warmly, solemnly call me Mr. Harry Potter, and sincerely shake hands with me.

These people appeared without any pattern, greeted him, and then turned and left, never giving him a chance to ask questions or get answers.

Over time, a vague fantasy began to grow in Harry's heart: perhaps in a corner unseen by ordinary people, there exists another whole world where everyone knows his name and knows of his existence.

He often indulged in this fantasy to comfort his mundane and oppressive life.

Today, an even stranger thing quietly happened, breaking the unchanging and oppressive daily routine of No. 4 Privet Road.

A peculiar letter appeared out of nowhere at my doorstep.

The envelope had no regular stamp, and the recipient's address was listed as 4 Privet Drive, inside the closet under the stairs, addressed to Harry Potter.

Such a meticulously detailed address directly pinpointed his secret residence, making it impossible for it to have been sent to someone else with the same name.

Harry carefully examined the letter; the envelope felt heavy, and it seemed to be filled with thick parchment paper.

Turn the envelope over, and a unique emblem comes into view: a combination of four mythical creatures—a lion, a snake, an eagle, and a badger—arranged to form the letter H.

Overjoyed, he took the letter back to the living room without thinking twice, and it was this decision that caused him to miss the opportunity to open the letter immediately.

Dali, dressed in his brand-new high school uniform, happened to witness this scene and immediately shouted loudly, startling the Dursleys inside the house.

Uncle Vernon strode forward and forcibly snatched the letter away.

"That's a letter for me!" Harry rushed forward to grab it, but he was small and thin, and couldn't even overpower Dudley, let alone his burly and domineering uncle.

Uncle Vernon glanced at the envelope, and his expression changed several times in just a few seconds, his mood shifting between light and dark.

After he confirmed the address on the envelope, his face turned deathly pale, all color draining from his eyes.

Aunt Penny, who rushed over upon hearing the news, also looked terrified and flustered after reading the letter.

Harry vaguely heard the two whispering in hushed tones, and they guessed with fear that their every move in the house and Harry's living location seemed to be being secretly monitored.

Panic gripped the two of them. Ignoring Dali's insistence on seeing the letters, they chased the two children out of the living room and locked the door to discuss their next move in private.

That night, the Dursleys, contrary to their usual harshness, moved Harry out of the dark closet and put him in an unused bedroom on the second floor.

This room was originally used to store Dali's unused toys that he couldn't fit in. Most of the items were old, broken, and covered in dust. Compared to the cramped closet, the living conditions were worlds apart.

In the past, having a private bedroom would have been enough to make Harry overjoyed and cherish it deeply.

But at this moment, he felt no joy whatsoever; his only obsession was to retrieve the mysterious letter that had been stolen.

However, that letter had already been burned by Uncle Vernon, leaving no trace.

Harry could only wait and hope that he would receive an identical letter the next day.

Soon, his wish finally came true.

The following morning, the second letter arrived as scheduled, identical to the first, except for the updated mailing address: 4 Privet Drive, second floor, smallest bedroom, to be opened by Harry Potter.

The sender had learned of his changes of residence, and this strange letter intensified the Dursleys' fears.

Seeing the two of them in a panic and almost out of control, Harry couldn't help but wonder if his uncle's mental state had become disordered.

Uncle Dursley's subsequent series of extreme responses revealed the extreme panic and paranoia deep within him.

At dawn on the third day, while the entire house was still shrouded in quiet darkness, Harry deliberately turned off all light sources, moved with utmost care, and silently descended the stairs.

He just wanted to be the first to stand guard at the door and intercept his own letter.

But when he arrived at the entrance, he froze on the spot.

Uncle Vernon actually laid out his sleeping bag on the inside of the door and stood guard at the door all night, cutting off all his chances of getting the letter!

The three letters that arrived in the early morning were torn to shreds by my uncle, who had been waiting for a long time, as soon as they were put into the mailbox. The scraps of paper were scattered all over the floor, and not a single one was left.

That day, Vernon took a day off work and stayed home. He found nails and a hammer and nailed the mailbox outside the house shut, blocking all channels for mail to be delivered through the front door.

But the strange situation did not end there.

On the fourth day, dozens of letters bypassed the closed mailbox and kept slipping into the house through the gaps in the door, the cracks in the window sill, and even the small ventilation window of the first-floor bathroom. There were as many as twelve letters in total.