Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 87 What Do You Want (First Order~Second Update~)

until late at night.

Snape couldn't bear this kind of suffering, and wished to give Harry a bottle of amnesia potion to make him forget what happened today.

In this torment, Dumbledore finally returned.

"Harry, I kept you waiting." He pushed the door open and came in, his voice apologetic, "and Severus, Minerva."

"Is it all settled?" Harry took off his hat.

Dumbledore nodded: "Of course."

Harry looked straight at him and said nothing, but it was self-evident what he meant.

"This is a matter for adult wizards." Dumbledore walked towards his seat, "You are still young, but the result will definitely make you..."

Harry shook his head: "The Malfoy family still owes me money."

He never forgot about the patent fee for the potion formula of Potter's family.

"Malfoy is going to have an unforgettable summer." Dumbledore waved his wand and poured a drink for everyone in the room.

Harry's was still milk.

"Malfoy was deprived of the position of school manager, and the testimony of the house elves is more useful than anything else." Dumbledore said briskly, "All the little wizards who were injured must be compensated, at least one hundred Galleons."

"Just like that?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

Dumbledore shook his head: "Lucius knows many Ministry of Magic officials, and I want to send them to Azkaban."

"However, the Malfoy family will be very distressed."

"Scrimgeour was very angry. An Auror died because of this. They will conduct a careful search of Malfoy's house, and Moody will also participate in it. He is an elite Auror who is very good at discovering black magic."

"I think it will be difficult for him to concentrate on dealing with you."

Harry took a sip of milk: "Then let's talk about the most important thing now."

"What is that notebook?"

As he spoke, he paused, and gently placed the cup on the table with a loud bang, crisp and clear.

"Or, on my head, what is this?"

Dumbledore's face changed, he waved his wand, and the scorched notebook appeared in front of him, and he sighed heavily: "Harry, I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it."

"I always thought that Voldemort's backhand would be some other dark magic."

"I didn't expect it to be this thing."

After speaking, he paused, and his tone became more complicated: "Horcrux, a kind of extremely evil black magic, is cruel to both the caster himself and others."

"You need to sacrifice a life, tear your soul apart, and store it in an item."

"In this way, even if the main body dies, a piece of soul is preserved in the horcrux, and it can still absorb magic power and vitality, and be resurrected."

Harry's face sank: "So, I'm also his Horcrux?"

Looking at Harry, Dumbledore nodded heavily: "Unfortunately, I think so."

Snape's gaze pierced like a knife.

"But why can't we find out?" Harry frowned.

He didn't understand.

Yennefer was a very powerful witch, and so was Triss, but even they couldn't find out what was wrong with their scars.

Recalling the extremely evil aura that he felt when he was in the secret room.

There's no reason to hide it from others.

"The Horcrux is an extremely evil black magic item, but in the final analysis, its cruelty and evil lie in the ritual."

"It's about the way and the process of making it."

"And after it takes shape, as long as you don't actively expose it like this time, its essence is just a clean and pure soul." Dumbledore said softly, "It is ingeniously connected with you, see It feels like it's part of your body."

Harry raised his hands to cover his face.

He got it.

Therefore, in Yennefer's view, they are born with a strong soul, and after growing up, they show talents and abilities that are not inferior to Geralt's, which further supports this point of view.

His tone was low: "So Voldemort is now a part of me? He can manipulate me without any trace at any time like Ginny?"

"No, it's not that bad." Dumbledore shook his head. "I don't think Voldemort even realized you were his Horcrux."

Harry froze, looking up.

"That's a guess on my part."

"If he knew that you became his Horcrux, he wouldn't have to do that in the first year." Dumbledore comforted softly, "I think... all of this should be just a coincidence."

"That night, that ancient magic deflected the Killing Curse."

"Let him accidentally tear his soul, and the sacrifice of your parents—the appearance of human life, let him complete all the ritual procedures without knowing it."

"A horcrux made by mistake."

Speaking of which, Dumbledore paused.

"And this Horcrux is weak. He didn't try to control you when you were young, and he didn't warn you when you met Voldemort."

"He may not even have his own consciousness."

This is really good news.

At least you don't have to worry, when you communicate with sorceresses and female bards, there will be a noseless bald head peeping.

Harry put his hand down: "Is there a way to solve it?"

"It's not a good thing to have Voldemort planted in your head."

Dumbledore pursed his lips: "Unfortunately, at least there is no way for now."

"Horcruxes are closely linked to your soul."

"But at least, I'm sure Occlumency works. How are you getting on?"

Snape interrupted: "Mr Potter is very good at this, he has been able to..."

He wanted to continue to sneer.

But thinking of something, he gritted his teeth, swallowed the words, and changed his words dryly: "It's very difficult for me to peek into his brain at a very good level."

Dumbledore looked from Harry to Snape with a little surprise in his eyes.

Although Snape would always scold and scold Harry, the atmosphere between them could barely be described as a strange kind of harmony. What's going on now?

Why is it so stiff.

What happened during the day he left Hogwarts?
"Then Professor Dumbledore, it's time for us to talk about the reward." Harry finished the remaining half glass of milk and stretched himself.

Dumbledore took out a transparent crystal bottle: "Fox's tears, I prepared them early in the morning."

Fox groaned in dissatisfaction.

It has worked hard today!
Flying around with people, and crying for so long.

"This is just the initial reward." Harry was unceremonious, took the crystal bottle away, and continued to speak loudly, "But these can't make up for it. I want to face Tom Riddle's trauma."

"A pervert who snoops in girls' bathrooms."

"There is also Fiendfire in the Chamber of Secrets."

Dumbledore pushed his glasses: "Yes, so what do you want?"

(End of this chapter)