Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 199 Good enough to even have a baby
Dumbledore stared at Harry suspiciously.

"He said, you can't wear this ring." Harry said calmly, and pressed his hand down, the ring clicked crisply, touching the table.

Dumbledore hesitated.

Harry continued: "And you're a little too impatient, check again."

He was only willing to let his fingers go, waved his wand, checked again, and Snape joined in.

The two of them didn't take it seriously at first, they just wanted to take this opportunity to study the resurrection stone.

May follow second round of inspection.

A few more evil breaths overflowed, and fell onto the table like sludge, corroding pits the size of soybeans, almost scaring them into a cold sweat.

There are deeper curses hidden in the ring.

Like an onion, layer upon layer.

Without Harry's reminder, they immediately started the third round of inspection.

This time, the two people with profound knowledge in the field of black magic failed to detect any abnormalities.

But this was enough for Dumbledore to be vigilant against the temptation of the ring. With a flick of his wand, the ring flew back into the box, where it was placed like a delicate work of art.

"Aren't you going to destroy it?" Snape looked at it, gulped, his voice a little hoarse.

"Now is not the time." Dumbledore shook his head, "Harry also has a Horcrux on his head, we need to study it."

"What are you talking about?" McGonagall stood up and looked at him in fear, "Harry is a Horcrux?"

Flitwick and Sprout also stared round in astonishment.

"An accident." Dumbledore shook his head, waved his hands at them, and comforted them with a gentle tone, "Don't worry, Harry's Occlumency is very proficient and will hardly be affected in any way."

Mag's face became even uglier: "Almost?"

Dumbledore didn't speak, and looked at Harry with the words "I need help" in his eyes.

"Professor, don't worry." Harry said with a brisk tone, "Not almost, but not at all."

"And now we have obtained a Horcrux. Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape are here. They are both masters of black magic. They will definitely be able to figure out how to get rid of the Horcrux on my head."

Flitwick said immediately, "Me too, Harry, you can't forget me."

"I'm your professor of Charms. I didn't mean to say that Severus was embarrassed. I can't compare with him in black arts, but I am better than him in spells."

Snape unexpectedly did not refute, but nodded in agreement.

"I may not have the profound magical attainments of Minerva and Felius." Sprout was a little embarrassed, "But if you need me, just ask, for example, what needs some magical medicinal materials that are difficult to cultivate."

"There is nothing I can't grow."

Harry laughed, genuinely.

Snape was taken aback.

Flitwick noticed his expression: "Harry smiles just like his mother, doesn't he?"

Snape turned his head away and snorted, unable to discern the emotion in the snort.

"Research slowly behind the Horcrux, it's not a matter of a day or two." Dumbledore closed the box, "I'm very worried about you now, Harry."

Several other professors frowned.

Now?

With a piece of Voldemort growing on his head, he's only worried now?

"About the Goblet of Fire?" Harry drained the glass.

This surprised the professors again.

Oh, yes, there is such a thing.

The conspiracy of the Death Eaters, this is something more important than Horcruxes right now.

Their brows tightened a bit.

Dumbledore nodded: "Tom may be in better shape than we expected."

"Good enough to even have a baby." Harry deadpanned.

Dumbledore was startled, he didn't mean that, although this incident can also confirm his state from the side.

Flitwick grinned, wanting to laugh.

"And the number of Horcruxes he possesses seems to exceed my imagination." Dumbledore stared at the box, "Leave one and set it as a trap. If it wasn't for you and him, I'm afraid."

Maybe, he could resist the temptation of the first wave of magic, maybe he knew to check the ring, but he would never check the second time.

What worries him the most.

It was Voldemort's willingness.

Using a Horcrux in exchange for his own life, even almost succeeded.

"The relics of the Big Four." Harry counted with his fingers, "Excluding Mr. Gryffindor, there are three. Including this ring and that diary, there are five in total."

"Yes, maybe more than that." Dumbledore was a little worried, "I thought there were only two or three at most. To make a Horcrux requires tearing the soul, which is extremely evil and extremely painful. Just thinking about it makes people Unbearable."

"Tom is very determined."

"Maybe he will have seven Horcruxes."

"Seven" is a very magical number, mentioned repeatedly in "Standard Spells".

"That counts me as eight?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore shook his head, "I don't know, Severus."

"I know." Snape still didn't turn his head away, he stared straight at Godric's portrait, and nodded impatiently in response.

McGonagall put on a straight face: "Harry, I originally wanted to give me a holiday at Christmas, but now it seems that we don't have time, from now until the end of the holiday, a professor will make up lessons every day, what do you think? "

There was no resistance on Flitwick's face this time, he was as cautious as McGonagall.

Not surprisingly, Harry nodded readily and agreed: "Of course, is Professor Moody still at Hogwarts?"

"I will convince him." McGonagall nodded heavily, "This way you still have one day a week."

"Professor Dumbledore has two classes a week." Harry shook his head, interrupting him.

Mag smiled brightly: "That's the best, Albus is very good, you should learn more from him, um. I mean magic."

Dumbledore sighed: "But I still want to study Horcruxes with Severus."

"Albus, you only have two days of class a week." Flitwick said gloatingly, "There are still five days, plenty of time."

Snape's tone was cold: "Albus, now is not the time to rest, you should put down some boring and stupid things."

"I'll write to the Wizengamot," sighed Dumbledore, "and put off all the parties for the last few days."

He stood up and clapped his hands: "Okay, let's all go back to rest now, remember to ask the elf to prepare dinner, should we miss the meal time now?"

Immediately afterwards, his eyes fell on the wooden box on the table: "As for this thing"

"Pomona, I think we can rest assured that you will take care of us."

Sprout nodded with a smile: "You think of me? I will take good care of it."

With a wave of her magic wand, she threw out a vine from under her robe. It was not a deformed creature, but a living magical plant. It was wrapped in a box and shrank back, and then a huge mouth opened, facing the vine, grunting With one sound, swallow the box.

They leave.

The Sorting Hat said goodbye to Harry, it wanted to use the body of the motorcycle to stay in the office and continue to show off with Godric.

Being able to fly freely in the sky is really a joyful thing.

With Harry's permission, he hadn't had to use a motorcycle recently.

Professor McGonagall was very worried about Harry. She escorted Harry back to the lounge and reassured him that he didn't have to think about it. With the professors around, everything could be solved.

It wasn't until Harry confessed to her that he knew he had a soul shard in his head since first grade.

This pissed Meg off.

Dumbledore knew everything, but didn't tell her anything, this was her student!

She turned around and immediately walked towards the principal's office again.

In the common room.

Most of the little wizards were still playing outside, only some senior students, mainly the fifth and seventh grade little wizards, stayed to read.

Ron didn't go out to play, he was by the fireplace, applying medicine to his eyes and nose.

Hermione sat aside, chewing on a heavy book.

She was also the first person to notice Harry's return. She looked up with a surprised smile on her face: "Harry, I thought it would take several days for you to come back."

"Everything went well." Harry walked over and sat next to her. "There was no accident, what happened to Ron?"

"I had a fight with Malfoy." Ron mumbled, "Today, George and I continued to bully Malfoy, but he suddenly resisted and scolded us for bullying more than less."

"Although their family did almost kill Ginny, I think he's right. It's no use for several people to bully him, so they fought him alone."

Harry looked at his wounds.

His eyes were black and blue, as if he had been punched, and there were several repaired gaps in his robe, which were cursed.

"Don't say you haven't hit him." He said slowly.

Ron stiffened his neck: "How is it possible! I have been taking dueling lessons from Mr. Potter, and I have written dozens of feet in my thesis. I can't beat him?"

"It's just that Malfoy does have some skills. I regard him as the kind of guy who doesn't know much."

"But he does look very ignorant, doesn't he? When his father was still around, he relied on his father to bully people all day long. Now that he has no father, he is a shrinking turtle and has no friends in Slytherin! "

"I was a little careless and suffered a few spells and punches from him."

Speaking of this, he laughed excitedly, pulled the wound on his face, and immediately grinned: "But Malfoy was sent to the school infirmary by me, and Professor McGonagall deducted [-] points from me for this, plus half a month of confinement .”

"Slytherin didn't lose points!"

Harry understood his pride. When two people fight, only one of them has the absolute advantage, and the other will not be deducted points.

"You don't look like you could take away points from Slytherin." Harry handed over a few potions from the Sorting Hat.

"Next time, I will definitely be more careful next time." Ron took it, unscrewed the cork and drank it in one gulp, "George and Fred have given me the task of dealing with Malfoy in the future, and they have to be busy making jokes." Square business."

　I'm a bit stuck, so I'll have two chapters today, I'll look for the status!
　　
　
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