Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy

"This diary?" Jerry gently closed the wooden door behind him and walked towards Dumbledore pretending to be relaxed and calm.

"Yes, this diary." Dumbledore nodded slightly, his slender fingers tapping on the black cover of the diary, "I think since Jerry you came out of this diary. , then we should know the true identity of this diary.”

While the two were talking, Jerry had already walked to the steps in front of the principal's desk, raised his chin slightly, and kept his eyes parallel to Dumbledore sitting behind the desk.

"Why didn't you also call the boy who called me out?" Jerry talked about another topic, and the boy he mentioned was naturally Wright.

"I think this matter does not require Wright's involvement for the time being." Dumbledore said, "For now, you and I, and this diary."

The biting cold wind outside the window suddenly strengthened again, making the glass of the principal's office whine. Big snowflakes piled up on the window edge again and again. However, not long after the thick snow pile had just been piled up, it was immediately blown away by the howling wind. Take a piece away.

Principal's room.

Dumbledore looked calmly at Jerry, who lowered his eyelids, looking forward to whether this former student could give him the answer he wanted.

Even in the enchanted principal's room, which was as warm as spring, Jerry still felt as if he was in a dry desert under the scorching sun. He couldn't help but lick his inexplicably dry lips.

Just when Jerry was about to speak, a strange strangled voice suddenly came from behind Dumbledore.

Then there was another cry, and the phoenix, which looked very sick and had most of its feathers bald, was suddenly on fire. Almost in the blink of an eye, the Phoenix completely turned into a burning fireball. After a scream, the phoenix fireball fell from the high gilded perching branch, turning into a pile of black ashes faintly glowing with fire, and piled up in the huge copper basin under the perching branch.

After a while, a small, wrinkled baby bird poked its head out from the ashes. It only had a few red feathers on the top of its head, and the rest of its body was covered with bare brown skin. It has some translucent down.

"Mr. Principal, congratulations, your Phoenix Fawkes has succeeded again." Jerry congratulated Dumbledore.

"Yes, phoenixes are really fascinating creatures." Dumbledore turned his attention to Fawkes, who was chirping softly in the ashes. "They can carry extremely heavy things, and their tears have a healing effect. They are also Extremely loyal pet.”

"But the most important thing is that everyone knows," Dumbledore paused for a moment, looked at Jerry again, and then said slowly, "Phoenixes are a kind of phoenix. When they are about to die, they He will choose to be reborn, and there is no known method that can completely kill the Phoenix."

"I'll ask you again now, Jerry." The old and long voice sounded in the principal's room again, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Dumbledore's blue, penetrating eyes were hidden behind the two half-moon lenses that glowed faintly under the reflection of the candlelight, and he looked at Jerry at the bottom of the steps without blinking.

"I..." As if to avoid Dumbledore's gaze, Jerry lowered his head and secretly tightened the snake staff in his hand.

In the more than a month since he recovered, Jerry has learned from various sources how much the Transfiguration professor, who had been wary of him during his student years, had gained during his years as a diary. Great achievement.

Even a man as arrogant as Jerry would not dare to rashly say that he could gain such terrifying prestige and strength as the old man in front of him.

What's more, this old man has completely defeated his future Voldemort, the real Tom Riddle.

Now Jerry, to put it nicely, is the principal's secretary who can represent the principal's will, but in fact, he is just the principal's puppet who signed a contract!

Even if Basilisk was released from Slytherin's snake staff, Jerry was not sure whether it would pose a threat to Dumbledore.

So if this is the case, the only reliance will disappear. What else can we rely on?

After thinking of this, Jerry relaxed completely and slowly raised his head.

"Very well, kid." Dumbledore said. The serious expression on his face completely disappeared the moment Jerry raised his head, replaced by a look of satisfaction.

"Very well," said Dumbledore again.

"This diary..." Jerry was halfway through his words when Dumbledore reached out his hand to stop him.

"I know." Dumbledore said, and he stretched out his right hand in the direction of the bookcase behind him.

Then, there was a sound of cutting through the air, and a large book with a brown leather cover flew out from the direction of the bookcase and landed firmly in Dumbledore's hands.

Jerry's pupils shrank suddenly! Because he had seen that book before! No, I should say I read through it eagerly!

"Decryption of Cutting-Edge Black Magic"!

"Mr. Olebrock indeed has very in-depth research on black magic, even compared to his predecessors." Dumbledore's left hand gently brushed over the cover of "Decryption of Advanced Black Magic". Paused for a moment at the author's column.

"There is a kind of magic even if it is placed in this book, it is the most evil kind." Dumbledore slowly opened the book in his hand and found exactly the place where the magic he mentioned was located. Page.

"This diary is a Horcrux, right?" Dumbledore pressed his hand on the page, raised his head and said to Jerry, "Killing an innocent person, splitting his own soul, and creating a horrific object ”

"Yes, Professor! But..." Unknowingly, Jerry even restored the title he used for Dumbledore during his lifetime.

"Miss Myrtle Elizabeth Warren, correct?" Dumbledore asked again.

"Yes, Professor..." Jerry nodded with difficulty. At this time, he had completely given up the idea of ​​explaining.

"It was you who opened the Chamber of Secrets, not Hagrid, right?" Dumbledore asked again.

"Yes……"

"But how did you know about the existence of the Chamber of Secrets? You were obviously only in sixth grade at the time." Dumbledore suddenly frowned.

"Yes..." Before Jerry could finish his words, he was interrupted again by Dumbledore.

"It should be the Gaunt family, right?" Although his tone was questioning, Dumbledore seemed to confirm his idea, "There was once a member of the Gaunt family who also discovered the existence of the Chamber of Secrets, right? ?”

"yes."

"Is this the message Salazar Slytherin left for your descendants?"

"yes."

"No wonder." Dumbledore nodded understandingly.

But then, Dumbledore's brows knitted together again.

As we all know, even Haierbo, who had invented the method of making Horcruxes and successfully made Horcruxes, only split his own into two.

But since the Jerry standing in front of him now is a soul split from Tom, what happened to Harry?

I have never heard of a marriage between the Potter family and the descendants of Slytherin, so is Harry a natural Parseltongue?

Or……

Tom made more than one Horcrux?