Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Several people in the same room had gone out early and used the time before class to prepare to build a snowman, leaving only the skinny witch alone.

It was not until noon that she tiredly got up from the bed, walked to the desk, sat down listlessly, and fell asleep again after a while.

At this time, an illusory soul floated out from above her head like smoke and gradually condensed into a human form.

Compared to more than half a month ago, Tom Riddle is a little more solid at this moment, but the change is not big.

From Slytherin to Hufflepuff, from Hufflepuff to Gryffindor, and from Gryffindor back to Slytherin, until now, he appeared in the Ravenclaw dormitory.

He and his diary were like stray dogs, wandering around, using his superb soul magic to sneak into the bodies of small wizards and try his best to absorb their vitality.

But that damn Eric was like a cat playing with a mouse, taking his time to cast magic, whose principles he couldn't understand, on every little wizard.

Every time he cast a spell, it meant that he almost semi-permanently lost a source of vitality, and his space for movement was also compressed.

Now, he had to take the risk of sneaking into the body of a senior wizard and fighting wits with the soul of an adult. This not only increased the consumption but also increased the risk of exposure.

He had even made up his mind to leave Hogwarts at Christmas and go out into the world to strengthen himself.

But looking at the unfinished application for leaving school on the table, the previous scene reappeared in his mind.

In the eyes of the soul, the silver-white alchemical props are like a lighthouse in the dark night, emitting bright magical light.

After witnessing an example where magic items were easily detected, he also developed a sense of crisis.

Even though he was sure that his Horcrux was by no means comparable to ordinary magical items, it was, after all, just a creation from his student days.

More importantly, it carries one's soul and cannot afford to make any mistakes.

He was unwilling, afraid and unable to take the risk.

The scales tipped over due to a sense of security fell to the other side.

He took one last look at the sleeping witch, and the pure magic power absorbed the diary into his body. His body turned into an afterimage and disappeared into the dark doorway.

This witch who is about to leave school is no longer suitable as his shelter, and can no longer provide him with magic power and life nourishment. She can only serve as a backup for future plans.

Nowadays, there is almost no one in the entire school who can provide him with nourishment.

He had to look more carefully, find the right one, and...

In the corridors in the early morning, illusory souls wandered around, pushing their perception abilities to the limit, searching for powerful negative emotions.

Suddenly, after passing the little wizards who were talking and laughing, he stopped and fixed his eyes on a closed door.

"dong dong dong"

"bang"

There was a dull knock on the door.

The door opened and the tattered diary fell to the ground.

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On the eighth floor of the castle, there is the Room of Requests.

After a month of boiling, the extremely complicated polyjuice potion finally entered the final stage under Hermione's skillful hands.

Harry and Ron, yawning, stood silently by, watching the potion in the crucible emit fine and even bubbles and thick black smoke rising slowly, making Hermione, who kept stirring the crucible, frown.

That is the signal that the work is about to be completed.

But the smell is really bad, like a pot of turbid mud is boiling, and the air is full of earthy smell.

"Hermione, is this really Polyjuice Potion?" Ron pinched his nose tightly, his facial features twisted together, and asked in pain.

"Of course." Hermione held the crumpled copy of Powerful Potion in one hand and stirred the crucible with the other, saying impatiently, "I followed the steps in this book from beginning to end, and also used the reference book recommended by Professor Eric. There are no mistakes. Are you doubting my skills?"

"Of course not, Hermione, we fully trust your ability." Harry looked at Hermione's blackened face and hurried to make amends for his good brother who spoke without thinking, which made her expression ease a little.

"I'm sorry, Hermione, I didn't mean to doubt you at all. You're the best." Ron, knowing that he had said the wrong thing, trotted forward and squatted beside Hermione. He said guiltily in the thick smoke, "Is there anything we can do?"

"Not for now. You keep these hairs. They are very important." Hermione looked at the two of them, frowned her beautiful eyebrows slightly, sighed helplessly, and handed over three exquisite small cloth bags, which were exactly the same hair color as theirs.

"Whose hair is this?" asked Harry.

Hermione put the book down and pointed her finger at the bulging bag.

"The one in the black bag belongs to Senior Foley, Harry, use it."

This was collected quietly whenever she and Doris went to Lynn for extra lessons, handled assistant work, and participated in club activities.

"This is from Senior Travers. There aren't many. Ron, you have to keep an eye on the time and changes."

There were scattered strands of hair in the red cloth bag. As she had few opportunities to interact with Andrew, Hermione had spent a lot of time to collect the few pieces of hair she had, but they were only enough to fill two small cups at most.

"This bag belongs to Professor Eric. I'll use it."

The brown cloth bag contained a lock of Lin En's hair that she had secretly cut off with a spell while Lin En was concentrating on reading.

Luckily, it didn't attract any attention.

Except when the professor turned his head and asked her with a smile if she had any questions, she was so nervous that her heart almost beat out of her chest.

At that time, she almost forgot what she was going to do.

"Gurgling..."

The fine bubbles began to decrease, and the surging mud-like medicine gradually calmed down.

The Polyjuice Potion is almost ready.

Chapter 78 The trio in action

The Room of Requirement transformed into a neat bathroom.

The polyjuice potion in the large glass bottle looked dark, like solidifying mud, and it didn't look like something that could be eaten.

Several wizard robes that looked freshly washed were piled on the sink. They were the senior clothes that Hermione had secretly taken out of the laundry room.

She also specially picked out a pure black robe without any school logo, which was left there for cleaning by someone unknown.

She often went to help correct homework and remembered clearly that the wizard robes hanging in Professor Eric's office were also of this style, very simple.

Ron, who was sitting on the ground, stared at the potion and swallowed hard.

He couldn't help feeling nervous and resistant at the thought of drinking the potion immediately.

But he had no intention of backing down.

He would never abandon his companions, no matter what the plan was.

He's Harry and Hermione's best friend!

"So, Hermione, what are we going to do?" he asked dryly.

"We need to split into two groups." Hermione took a deep breath, and the hesitation in her eyes disappeared. "Harry, Ron, you need to act together."

"There is a club meeting at 8 o'clock tonight. The two of them must not be in the common room. Harry, you become Senior Foley, and Ron, you are Senior Travers."

Hermione pressed the two cloth bags forcefully into the hands of her two friends, her expression extremely serious.

"Andrew Travers is the seventh-year prefect. Ron, you have to find Malfoy and get information from him. Harry, you have to cooperate with Ron. Do you understand?"

"Senior Foley? But I..." Harry held the cloth bag containing Doris' hair with a conflicted expression.

"I know. I will write down their personality traits and ways of speaking on a piece of paper for you. It's not that I don't want to help you, I just have more important tasks."

Hermione's face was tense. She held up her cloth bag, looking serious as if she was going to the battlefield.

"What are you going to do with Professor Eric's hair?" Harry vaguely realized something and remembered what Hermione asked him to do two days ago.

【Hide outside the principal's office and listen to the command.】

"You guessed right. I'm going to pretend to be Professor Eric and meet Headmaster Dumbledore." Hermione gritted her teeth. Before Harry and Ron could exclaim, she quickly covered their mouths and said in a hurry, "I know this is very risky, but I meet with Professor Eric several times a week. You must not be as familiar with him as I am, including Ron."

"But that's Deng..." Ron said halfway, the tension in his eyes almost overflowing.

Pretending to be a professor to meet the principal, even his two rebellious brothers probably couldn't come up with such a plan.

Once discovered, it probably wouldn't be as simple as just losing some points - he could even imagine his mother's expression when she received the letter from school.

But Hermione just shook her head, showing her Gryffindor qualities, and said firmly, "Professor Dumbledore was the Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts fifty years ago. He experienced the last opening of the Chamber of Secrets, so he must know something, especially about Hagrid and Myrtle."

"But, Hermione, as you just said, Professor Eric is going to organize club activities. Professor Dumbledore must know about this, right?" Harry was worried.

He suddenly felt that in front of Hermione, who was really going to do something big, both he and Ron seemed too cautious.

Hermione was also very nervous. She scratched her fluffy hair hard and took deep breaths continuously.

"He wouldn't know that the club is a completely autonomous learning platform for professors, and we only communicate through badges."

As she spoke, she pointed to her chest, where a hexagram symbol was faintly glowing, and there was a line of numbers.

"Besides, Professor Eric has been very busy lately..." Her tone became a little low, "Percy, Doris, and I have seen him less often..."

Lin En's whereabouts have been erratic recently. Apart from grading homework and the routine tutoring on Saturdays, it is difficult for his three assistants to see him.

Not only was it school affairs, one of his research seemed to have entered deep waters, leaving no room for the three of them to get involved, and they couldn't even understand the strange parchment.

"So," she focused her eyes again and spoke in a firm tone, as if to encourage her friend and to cheer herself up, "we don't have that much time, we have to do it in one go."

"Phew—what a crazy idea, Hermione." Ron, who had been in a state of shock, raised his head. "Disguised as Professor Eric, going to Dumbledore to ask him about what happened fifty years ago... It's extremely difficult and the success rate is extremely low."

Hermione lowered her head slightly, then raised it sharply again.

She met Ron's piercing eyes.

"Then what are we waiting for?" Ron asked, his freckled face showing his determination after overcoming fear and hesitation. "You dare to take such a risk, and we are just cooperating with you. What's there to be afraid of?"

"Ron..."

Hermione covered her mouth, as if she was meeting him for the first time.

Harry also slapped his cheeks hard and said through gritted teeth: "As long as I can find the heir of that perverted old wizard Slytherin, I am not afraid of you, senior sister!"

Three pairs of eyes with different colors and emotions looked at each other passionately, and their gazes met in the air.

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Eight o'clock in the evening, in the corridor outside the principal's office.

A wizard in a black robe slowly walked down the stairs.

The rise and fall of the chest and the regular deep breathing calm the restless mood and gradually empty the brain.

The robe, which is slightly half a size larger, is perfect for wearing, not looking bulky but covering most of the body.

As they approached their destination, Hermione's mind gradually calmed down, and she even remembered how she felt when she drank the potion a few minutes ago.

The polyjuice potion, which was originally like mud, reacted instantly after being added to Lynn's hair, and turned into a clear blue potion dotted with white stars.

Like a clear night sky.

The expected bitterness and strange smell did not appear at all. Instead, it had a light fragrance, like mint toothpaste, with a slightly cool feeling.

Thinking of this, Hermione lowered her head and looked at Lynn's hands from this perspective for the first time.

It is not white, but there are some light traces of sunlight and wind and sand, but it looks slender and strong.

It is hard to imagine that it is such a pair of hands that created so many novel and excellent magical items and wrote so many amazing articles and books.

"Password."

When the road came to an end, the stone beast asked calmly.

She touched her neat hair subconsciously and whispered Harry's information:

"Lemon ice cream."

"Come in, Professor Eric, the principal is inside."

The stone beast made way, revealing the gate behind it.

Hermione silently cheered herself up in her heart, Lynn's usual words and deeds flashing through her mind. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

"Please come in."

Dumbledore's voice was calm, just like the few times they met, steady and powerful.

The little witch became slightly nervous, but now that things had come to this point, there was no option to back down.