Hogwarts’s Affectionate and Righteous Slytherin

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Regis was at a loss as he followed Professor Flitwick.

He had been thinking about stealing the tower of the Death Eaters, but Salazar stole his home.

Regis felt that life at Hogwarts this year was too ups and downs.

He looked at the little wizard in front of him.

Perhaps the biggest gain was Professor Flitwick's friendship.

This little wizard controls a huge mirror to lead the way, it's just... so contrasting.

The difficulty of the floating spell increases linearly with the weight of the object, and the fighting champion is really strong.

ten minutes later.

The principal's office has arrived.

This is Reggie's third time here, and there are many more novel gadgets here than when he came last year.

The sound of the old Muggle gramophone "Zrazila", the Sorting Hat singing "Hogwarts~~~" as they entered

There's more silverware on the table, and—

Abnormal Fox!

Seeing what it was playing with, Reggie couldn't help but widen her eyes.

stun gun!

Fox was facing the stun stick, lowered his head and flipped the switch with his beak, then raised his neck and let out a pleasing chirping.

Then he lowered his head again, and let out a pleasing cry...

Dumbledore had apparently not arrived yet, and Professor Flitwick was busy visiting the Mirror of Erised in front of the bookshelf.

Reggie walked to Fox's shelf without a trace.

This addict looks...

"Is it so happy?" Regis saw his heart move slightly.

As Fox lowered his head and pressed the switch with his beak again, he stretched out his hand...

"Qiang~"

"Ah~"

One bird and one call at the same time.

The feeling of being electrocuted is slowly fading, and Fox is a little angry. It hates others to touch it and pecks Reggie fiercely.

"Ow!"

"Oh, Reggie, what happened? Fox?"

"It's nothing, Professor."

A tall green flame burst out from the fireplace. Seeing this, Fox spread his wings, raised his head and let out a crisp cry, and flew back to the perch.

"Felius, Mr. Duke, did you have a good time today?" Dumbledore greeted the two of them with a smile, walked around to the desk, and pulled out a few Lemon Snow Treasures from the drawer, "Oh, Come a little bit?"

"No, since you're here, I'll leave first."

"Okay, thank you, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Ripping apart the piece that Professor Flitwick rejected and throwing it into his mouth, Dumbledore looked at the position of the bookshelf in the office.

It was covered with a thick sheepskin felt by Professor Flitwick.

Dumbledore looked back, "Want something to drink? Filius wrote me about the problem you encountered, but I think it's better to go into detail."

Next, in the steaming honey tea, Reggie slowly told everything about the Mirror of Erised today.

******

In front of the mirror, there are two figures, one old and one young, and this scene is somewhat harmonious.

In the mirror, the two saw completely different scenes, and the old man, who was always sensible and strong, was a little lost.

The mysterious power of the Mirror of Erised, no matter who it is, as long as you stand in front of it, you can see the deepest desire in your heart, unless you use Occlumency.

It's just that very few people do that.

The ugliness of the human heart makes people dare not look directly, but the inner desire makes people linger.

What's more, the mirror will show old people who will never meet again in this life.

Dumbledore was completely fascinated by the mirror, and the tenderness in his eyes could drown any witch.

Reggie thought that he might be looking at a man with such eyes...

Too high!

Dumbledore knew it was fake in the mirror, he should wake up, and there was a little guy who looked like young Tom next to him.

But he can't.

At this moment, looking at the person in the mirror, I only feel that the dry soul is quickly rejuvenated, restless, and inside is the most important person in his life.

I looked at it stupidly, as if I had not experienced that nightmare summer.

The person closest to him, the person he loves, he knows that he doesn't want to wake up, the pain of losing again will drive people crazy.

"Mr. Duke, do you have a clue as to the reason for your lack of soul?" Dumbledore looked at Rigi with piercing eyes.

However, he slightly avoided Dumbledore's eyes and said slightly embarrassedly: "A little bit, my magic power was once merged with other wizards."

When he was in the first grade, his magic power increased rapidly because he borrowed the power in the mark, so it is not a lie to say that.

"It's really surprising." Perhaps seeing that Reggie didn't intend to talk further, Dumbledore didn't ask further.

Everyone has their own secrets, especially a good and precocious little wizard like Reggie, they generally don't choose to tell others their secrets.

A long teaching career has given Dumbledore a good understanding of the hearts of these little guys.

After thinking for a while, Dumbledore whispered: "As far as I know, there are only two reasons for the incompleteness of the soul, stripping and erosion. When a wizard's soul is stripped, he will feel great pain and even death. "

He turned around and walked back behind the table: "But according to Mr. Duke's reaction, you don't feel the lack of your own soul, and you want to erode a wizard's soul undetected, it must be Mr. Duke very people you trust."

Regis smiled bitterly in his heart, "It's not just trust, but let the other party live in his mind. It's not an exaggeration to say that I have him and he has me."

There is no such thing as a pie in the sky. If it wasn't for the accident in Ravenclaw's crown, when he accepted all the power in the mark, would it mean that others were gone.

Reggie Duke became Reggie Salazar Slytherin.

Thinking about it this way - it seems pretty good.

If it wasn't him who died, he would still think that the other party died quite sensible.

But for a person like Ruiji who was able to have life again with great difficulty, and also has a strong talent and an unlimited future, this life is naturally regarded as extremely precious.

Now that the lack of soul has become an established fact, he is more concerned about whether there is a remedy.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, I want to know that since the soul has been lost, how can it be made whole again?"

Dumbledore said calmly: "Unfortunately, Mr. Duke, as far as I know, there is currently no way to repair the soul in the magic world, which is why I personally prohibit everyone from using black magic."

"If you use black magic to torture and kill others for a long time, the soul of the wizard will also be damaged."

Dumbledore was right about that.

Most of the Death Eaters later had various psychological problems, and soul damage would also lead to the regression of the wizard's strength.

Regis has only just entered the high-level magician, and among all the students in the third year and even Hogwarts, he is considered to be standing out from the crowd.

However, now that his soul is missing, it will be very difficult to make progress in the future.

With the current strength, under the current situation, there is a problem with self-preservation, not to mention his ambitions.

Dumbledore glanced at him, and suddenly said with a relaxed expression: "A hundred causes must have consequences. The greatest advantage of being young is that there is still a lot of time. There is nothing more powerful than time."

"Mr. Duke, I won't be an old man who has lived for a long time. The charm of magic lies in the infinite possibilities. As for your question, maybe one day you can find the answer yourself."

Reggie understood.

What is impossible?

Hadn't he been through enough absurdities? His existence is a possibility among the impossible.

Your energy is beyond your imagination!

As long as you live, there are infinite possibilities, and when you die, nothing is possible.

Dumbledore has not heard of the way to repair the soul does not mean that there is no, even if there is no, then he will create!

He started from a much higher level than others. Since other wizards can create all kinds of incredible magic items and incomparably powerful spells, why can't he?

"I understand, Professor Dumbledore." Regis bowed slightly to thank him, and his whole face changed.

Dumbledore was a little surprised to see that he seemed to really accept his situation.

future?

I'll talk about it later.

Voldemort's soul has split so much now but it still doesn't prevent him from making the whole of England tremble under his name.

He is a third-year Hogwarts student, and if he wants to experience the drawbacks of the lack of soul, it will take a long time for him. Maybe his mind and temperament will gradually be affected.

He wasn't the only one who was upset tonight, Dumbledore's eyes were blurred by the hot smoke of the honey tea.

He glanced out the window and said, "Mr. Duke, if you feel any discomfort, please come to me at any time, but now, I hope we all don't miss this wonderful night."

"Goodbye, Professor Dumbledore."

Reggie nodded, said nothing, and turned to leave.

Anyway, based on his current situation, there will probably be no accident for at least a few years. After graduation, it is difficult to say, and there may be danger at any time.

Out of the corner of the eye, he glanced at Fox on the shelf, who was still staring at the electric stun stick while standing on the shelf.

******

Not long after leaving the principal's office, the entire castle fell into a deep sleep, and it was curfew time.

In the Room of Requirement, Reggie is still practicing the spell.

When the magic power is exhausted, choose to practice physical strength.

In the fight with the puppet, the perseverance time is longer than each time.

The carpet on the floor had been soaked with sweat and darkened.

Just as he was lying on the ground gasping for breath, suddenly, he seemed to hear something.

Reggie's heart moved slightly.

someone coming?

This is impossible, no one will know the password he uses.

However, the sound seems to be getting closer.

Like a low whisper, only the vague "kill".

At this moment, Reggie groaned in his heart, and even his breathing stopped a little. Soon he picked up his wand and hid at the entrance of the Room of Requirement. If someone came in, he would attack as soon as possible.

At this time, he was uneasy.

And fear!

Because in a lot of training just now, his magic and physical strength are not in the best state, and even more unfortunate is that the talent potion is gone.

coming!

"Kill... Mudblood..."

Did the Death Eaters break into Hogwarts?

Or are those Death Eater reservists just getting ready to fight?

Kill the Mudblood?

Who are they trying to kill?

Regis put his ear iron into the door, wanting to listen more carefully.

Damn it!

The sound seemed to go away.

He was a little restless in his heart, if there was a student night tour at this time...

But he didn't dare to open the door rashly and go out. What if the other party didn't leave?

Judging from the "rustling" in the voice, there is not necessarily only one person on the other side.

He could only force himself to calm down and wait for the magic in his body to slowly recover.

Outside the door, the low husky voice has disappeared.

Reggie recalled those voices and quickly overthrew the Slytherin students. He had a good memory and had an impression of the voices of the people in his house.

Regis guessed that the Death Eaters should have gotten in through some unknown method.

The voice sounded a little old, and speaking of it, the security risks at Hogwarts were really bigger.

Kill Mudbloods? Wasn't it enough in Hogsmeade, because of the last Hogsmeade attack, the school's Hogsmeade days were all cancelled.

Is it because he couldn't hold his breath so he just ran straight to Hogwarts?

If there is an accident with a hemp student, it must be a devastating blow to Dumbledore's reputation.

If the last time I could shirk and find an excuse was outside the school, then this time another life-threatening accident would definitely be used to make a big fuss.

But as the saying goes, a dead Daoist is not a poor Daoist, although the other party is to kill the hemp wizard, but if he goes out to meet that group of people at this time, he will definitely not let him go.

And in his current status... a pureblood traitor isn't much better than a mudblood.

So, just in case, he's not going back to the lounge tonight!

Turned into a bathroom, and began to wash.

This feeling of dancing on the tip of the knife made his hair stand upright while taking a bath. He tried to listen to the movement outside, and was a little worried that the other party would come in.

Moreover, having experienced the fact that he ended up in Gringotts at the House of Requirement, he now has mixed emotions about the House of Requirement.

"But I've never heard that the House of Requirement can be teleported. If you want to live in Voldemort - I don't want to, I don't want to!" He shuddered in shock and shook his head wildly in his heart, afraid that this broken house would really be made for him. past.

Taking a deep breath, "Then why did I get passed on to Gringotts last time I wanted to go to a rich place? Judging from the fact that this has never happened before, the problem is probably me!"

"And after I came back last time, it took a long time for the stairs in the castle to slowly recover. Later, UU read www.uukanshu.com after a side attack, saying that the magic magnetic field of the Room of Requirement was very disordered when our entire community left Hogwarts. ."

I feel like I've caught something vaguely, but it's almost meaningless!

He began to shift his mind and stop thinking wildly.

He was afraid that if he thought about it any longer, he would not want to sleep tonight.

If the House of Requirement were conscious...

"Then didn't I get seen?" Regis felt his lower body cold, and quickly put on his robe.

I even thought that this is an excellent dating spot, and I don't know how many times there are real melee fights.

"It's all said, don't think about it!" Regis, who started to think wildly, scolded secretly.

Outside the door, it was very quiet all the time, and there was no sound again.

At this time, he lay in the black big bed that was conjured out of thin air, and took a deep breath.