Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Dumbledore nodded: "Of course, we will destroy it."

"But before we do that, we need to do something else with it."

He looked at Kreacher with tenderness in his eyes.

Klee asked eagerly, "Can I trust you?"

"Why not?" He remained patient, spreading out his palms and exposing them.

Kreacher hesitated, stretched out his hand, and put the pendant box, which was clenched tightly and covered with some sweat, in Dumbledore's hand: "When you want to destroy this thing, can you let Kreacher watch it? "

It's very old.

Every day I struggle with the pain of not being able to destroy the Horcrux.

Every day I live in the memory of the death of the little master.

As a house-elf, he was old enough to have wayward thoughts.

"Of course." Dumbledore nodded, "I promise you."

Sirius knocked on the table: "Take this thing away." He gestured to the pendant on the table, and the neatly folded note that was filled back by himself.

Kreacher looked at Sirius.

"This is an order, this is the treasure of the Black family." Sirius said hastily and impatiently, "Use your life to protect this thing."

Kreacher bent down respectfully, was he as devout as every house elf Harry had met in Hogwarts before: "Yes, master."

It carefully picked up the inferior imitation and closed the lid affectionately.

snap.

disappeared before their eyes.

Sirius closed his eyes again, slumped on the sofa, his expression was unclear, and he was thinking about something—after all, he was no longer the nineteen-year-old when he entered Azkaban, his age, when he had no perception At that time, I was already in my early thirties, I was stepping from a youth to middle age, and I was about to walk on that road.

Harry and Dumbledore sat quietly, saying nothing.

After a while, Sirius seemed to have fallen asleep, opened his eyes in a state of sleepiness, and looked at the two of them: "Don't you want to investigate other Horcruxes?"

"Why don't you do it yet?"

Dumbledore looked at him and teased: "It seems that our Professor Black is recovering very well."

"Then I'm not afraid that the next scene will irritate you."

Sirius woke up completely, he shook his head, very dissatisfied: "Professor Dumbledore, I'm not that fragile."

Dumbledore put the locket on the table and whispered, "Let me have a look, Tom."

He took out his wand, thought for a while, stood up, sat on the other side, and then waved it lightly.

An evil breath welled up from that wand.

It seems that after some increase.

It was just a tiny wisp, and its terrifying and ferocious side was magnified several times.

On the pendant box, a thin layer of black mist surged, and piercing screams gushed out together with the black mist.

It is black magic related to the soul, extremely evil.

Harry and Sirius turned serious together.

After a while, a piece of soul was pulled out, a small strip the length of the index finger floated on the pendant box, it was a several times smaller version of Tom Riddle, but his eyes were no longer dark, but turned blood red, during this period he Appears to have undergone major body modifications.

"Dumbledore." He opened his eyes resentfully, gouging them out.

Dumbledore flicked his wrist.

The soul body shut its mouth tightly.

"We don't need to study Horcruxes anymore, so let's make a quick decision." Dumbledore said, as if explaining his behavior, and also as if he was finding a reason to convince himself.

Silver threads gushed out.

As if with a puff, Tom Riddle's head was opened, exposing his brain.

The silk thread tentacles crawled, spread in the brain groove, and took root.

Tom struggled in pain, his mouth was open, his limbs struggled and danced, affected by magic, his expression was stern, but he couldn't howl.

"Let me see." Dumbledore looked serious and searched quickly.

Soon, his expression eased: "I found it."

Pressing down on the palm, the magic power was withdrawn, and the silver threads disappeared. Tom's expression gradually eased, and he was quickly pushed back into the locket.

"Good news." Dumbledore muttered, "The pendant box is a very late Horcrux."

"Before making this horcrux, he had already made four horcruxes."

He paused and took a breath before continuing: "But the bad news is that we have seen three of the previous four Horcruxes."

"Harry, your diary from your second year."

"The resurrection stone we found last year."

"A golden Hufflepuff cup for resurrection at Christmas."

"There's only one thing we haven't seen, but we're guessing right, the Ravenclaw diadem, which Voldemort also made into a Horcrux."

He paused again: "One more bad news."

"When the locket was made into a Horcrux, Tom had only been out of school for two years, or three years. At that time, he carried the diadem with him. We have no way of knowing where the diadem is hidden."

Harry frowned.

Only in this way did they know the clues of the five Horcruxes, and there were two unknowns.

Dumbledore shook his head and raised his hand to gently rub his temples: "Maybe I should go to Albania."

"Huh?" Harry wondered.

Dumbledore replied: "Harry, Ravenclaw's diadem is hidden in the forests of Albania."

"Voldemort has also been hiding in Albania since his first defeat."

"I think there should be something special about that place?"

Harry nodded, expressionless: "You can travel at public expense again."

"Don't worry, I'll go back quickly." Dumbledore shook his head.

He stood up, walked over to Sirius, and patted him on the shoulder.

Call out softly: "Kreacher."

The old elf appeared and stood respectfully beside them.

"Now I'm going to destroy the Horcrux." Dumbledore said softly.

Kreacher widened his eyes, staring straight at the lively locket on the table.

Dumbledore waved his wand.

The blue Fiendfire gushed out and swallowed the locket. In the flames, the soul of Tom Riddle resurfaced again. Without any magic to hinder him, his miserable cry finally came out, but it was just a cry, and it was overwhelmed. The fiery flames engulfed it and burned it completely, even the locket with Slytherin was burned into coke.

Dumbledore retracted Fiendfire.

"It, has it been destroyed?" Kreacher stared blankly, asking a question that a house elf shouldn't have.

Dumbledore nodded, his tone gentle: "Of course, it has been destroyed."

Kreacher took a deep breath, hugged his head and sobbed softly, tears rolled from its eyes and dripped onto the imitation locket hanging on its chest.

Dumbledore bid them farewell, left Black's old house, disapparated, and disappeared.

Here, it became extremely quiet, only Kreacher sobbed softly, accompanied by a few calls of "Little Master".

Harry didn't get up, and neither did Sirius.

They just sat in silence all night.

Sirius didn't mention Regulus again, he just opened his eyes occasionally, staring at the dark and dirty ceiling in a daze, sometimes he would close his eyes, breathing steadily, it sounded like he was asleep Same.

Until dawn.

They just flew to Hogwarts in the favorite flying car transformed by Sirius.

The students were surprised to find that Professor Black seemed to have changed.

A little more calm.

His attitude towards black magic creatures is not as frivolous as before, and he lectures seriously. Although some bad habits will be difficult to change for a while, at least there are accidents in his class, and the incidents of going to Madam Pomfrey for treatment have decreased significantly. Even Professor McGonagall boasted that Sirius had become more reliable than before.

Flitwick became sad, no matter his mood or life.

Sirius always likes to pester him after class, to ask him about spells and duels, twice a week, once on Friday night and once on Sunday night, right by the Black Lake, Sirius is not afraid of losing face at all, he is better than those who have been trained before time, be much more positive.

Snape had been thinking about werewolf potions.

until two weeks later.

He had just rushed to Malfoy Manor on a weekend.

"Master, according to Potter, the Horcruxes they found in the cave are fake." Snape reported the situation to Voldemort respectfully.

The corner of Voldemort's mouth curled into a sneer: "Of course, I know."

"I went to check, and the Horcrux has been swapped. But I believe it is still safe, Dumbledore has not found it, and it may be difficult to find it."

Snape said softly, "They found it."

Voldemort's expression froze.

"It was in Black's old house," Snape went on. "Dumbledore figured it out very quickly, and destroyed it."

"Already destroyed?" Voldemort frowned, disbelieving in his eyes.

There was some burning pain on his face.

I just said "Dumbledore will have a hard time finding it", before the words landed, and they were still hot, the servants who were very close to Hogwarts told themselves that they had found and destroyed it.

Why couldn't the servant be more tactful?

Snape nodded, expressionless.

it seems

The Dark Lord's perception of Horcruxes is not as sensitive as his group expected?

He himself could not perceive the orientation, nor could he perceive the existence of those Horcruxes.

What could be the reason?

Too many horcruxes are made, the soul is split many times, and it becomes fragile and dull, so it can't be perceived?

Or is Voldemort, the resurrected Horcrux, still not the main soul, so he cannot perceive the Horcrux?

But either way, it's good news.

Voldemort glanced at Snape, and his tone returned to indifference: "It was an unexpected surprise."

"So what is Dumbledore doing now?"

The two looked at each other.

Snape replied honestly, "Dumbledore is in Anibonia."

A familiar place name.

"Where and what is Dumbledore doing?" Voldemort asked.

Snape said, "He thinks you, Master, will keep the Horcruxes there."

"Is that so?" Voldemort nodded, making a noncommittal question, making it unclear what his attitude was.

"I asked you to attack Dumbledore, how are you preparing for this matter?" He seemed unwilling to get entangled in the matter of the Horcrux, and asked again.

I will continue to work hard today~