I, Hogwarts Second Week

"No~" Dumbledore also gradually suppressed the smile on his face, "He has other things to deal with."

"Really?" Owen seemed a little disappointed. He said in a sighing tone: "My grandpa still can't forget the chocolate factory on the Black Pearl in Alice's Dreamland!"

"Did he take Bella King Arthur to work in the chocolate factory?"

Owen spreads his hands. ┓(`)┏

Unfortunately, everyone around him looked at him in surprise.

No one understands him.

"Um - forget it, you won't understand this joke."

He said, and then handed the object in his other hand, Salazar's locket, to Dumbledore.

"I've found another one. The elimination of Voldemort is just around the corner." He raised the corners of his mouth and said in a relaxed tone.

"This is--"

The old principal's face darkened, and he quickly walked forward and took the locket in his hand.

He looked at the silverware in his hand. The surface was a brown gemstone, and the gemstone was covered with magical inscriptions. There was a dark green snake in the center, which seemed to be alive.

Waves of cold and evil magic came from his hand holding the pendant box.

No need to guess too much.

This must be Voldemort's Horcrux.

"It belongs to him." The principal looked at it carefully. "Where did you find it?"

"Strictly speaking, this should be Sirius's younger brother, Regulus, who stole it from Voldemort. As for where he stole it from, ask the house elf." Owen said calmly.

Dumbledore was not directly told the whole story.

"What?" Sirius on the side said excitedly: "My brother stole his things from Voldemort?"

"This is impossible. He is just like my mother who engraved the idea of ​​pure blood into her blood. He is a Death Eater. How could he betray Voldemort?"

"Betrayal? No more than two Death Eaters are truly loyal to Voldemort."

"There has never been any betrayal without loyalty."

Owen did not explain too much, but looked directly at Dumbledore, "This Horcrux should not be worth deceiving."

"It is estimated that Senior Tom made it during the First Wizarding War. At that time, he was already hopeless."

"Indeed." Dumbledore raised his blue eyes and stared at Owen, "But what I want to correct is that it is not deception. I think it should be called 'give him another chance'."

"Ah, yes, yes." Owen curled his lips and said up and down.

You've fooled yourself into this.

"But it's not easy to destroy. Horcruxes are very powerful spells, and objects protected by them will become indestructible." The old principal seemed not to notice Owen's mouth opening and closing mechanically.

He still looked bland.

Explained gently.

"The Fire Spell can destroy it, but I want to keep this pendant." Owen said hurriedly, his face full of regret, "This is a relic left by Salazar. Even if it has no magical effect, It has a history of thousands of years. It is really unacceptable to destroy such a treasure."

"Yes~" Dumbledore glanced at Owen and nodded in agreement.

Then he pulled out a shiny sword out of nowhere.

"But it can."

"The Sword of Gryffindor?"

Owen looked at the silver sword in the old principal's hand, "You carry it with you?"

“Be prepared.”

"."

What to be prepared for?

Who would fight in close combat with the greatest wizard in the world?

"You'd better get out of the way-" the old principal said calmly.

Then, Sirius and the others took a few steps away, not knowing what was going on.

"Owen, you get out of the way," he said.

"Um -" Suddenly the little black man became shy, "Professor, do you want me to do it? I have long disliked Voldemort and have never had the chance to beat him. I can't bully him, but he can be bullied by me." soul!"

"Are you sure?" Dumbledore rarely refused.

He looked at Owen solemnly, knowing what terrible enemies this child would face in the future.

It is not impossible to practice with Horcruxes now.

Thinking to himself, he handed the Sword of Gryffindor to Owen.

Then he placed the pendant box on the ground, squinting his eyes and making a hissing sound.

"Hiss~open~open"

With just a "click" sound, the locket slowly opened like a music box.

Immediately afterwards, a thick black smoke overflowed from the locket.

The box twitched crazily, and then more smoke came out of it. The smoke gathered upwards, and a figure slowly emerged from the smoke.

"I've seen everything, kid." Voldemort, with his bald head and snake eyes, was shrouded in a black mist. He looked at the young wizards arrogantly and said, "What do you want? Strength, power, glory, I can do it all." for you."

The sudden change really frightened the wizards present.

Sirius immediately took out his wand and protected Harry and the others behind him.

"Go away" he said.

He looked directly at Voldemort with angry eyes, and a hint of ridicule appeared on his face: "The crawlers in the sewers will only hide in cold places, and they will have a hard time surviving!"

"Sirius?" Voldemort, who was in the black mist state, obviously paused in speaking. He did not expect that Sirius would open his Horcrux.

However, he didn't care. First of all, the Horcrux was extremely strong and he didn't think Sirius had the ability to destroy it. In addition, he had quite high confidence in his Legilimency.

"Wanderer of the Black family! What, do you want to return to the family and return to the glory of pure blood?" Voldemort still whispered: "Don't be ashamed, the great Dark Lord will forgive you for all your previous sins."

His voice is full of temptation, and as time goes by, this temptation is growing exponentially.

Apparently Voldemort was using Legilimency on them all.

However, this does not include Dumbledore and Owen.

"Tom?" Dumbledore, who was behind the black mist, looked at Voldemort in the black mist with complicated emotions.

"Who? Dumbledore?"

Hearing the sound, Voldemort turned around in shock, his body trembling slightly. After seeing the familiar old man with a white beard, he was shocked.

this--

It was Dumbledore who opened his Horcrux?

Voldemort's pupils narrowed.

Then the muscles on his face began to twitch uncontrollably, with anger, fear, hatred and ridicule.

"You are old again, Dumbledore." He waved his black robe gracefully. "And I'm still as good as new."

"Really?" the old principal said calmly.

"Can't you even see your own soul clearly? Look at what you look like now. Is that what you want, is to turn yourself into a human or a ghost like this?"

"Hmph!" He seemed to know that he would not end well if he fell into Dumbledore's hands. The man in front of him should have a divided soul during the first Wizarding War, when Voldemort was at his most powerful. He suddenly laughed: "What do you know? ?

The great Voldemort has an immortal soul and will be reborn forever. "

Senior Tom yelled crazily, but neither Dumbledore nor Owen behind him had much change in their expressions from beginning to end.

The old principal looked at him quietly, as if he were a clown.

But if you look closely, you can see a trace of compassion flowing out from behind his half-moon glasses.

"I was closer to eternal life than anyone else, until I realized that it was actually a sweet trap. I have warned you more than once, Tom, if you can pay attention carefully and pay attention to the small things happening around you, those short-lived things will It’s worth remembering.”

"Oh, put away your judgment about love, don't you think it's ironic? Dumbledore." Tom's face was sarcastic, with a ridiculous look in his blood-red eyes, "You are old, but I am still brand new, What exactly is powerful? Do you still need to argue with me now?"

"That's just the appearance."

"But I think you're scared!"

"Tom." Dumbledore took a deep breath, "I still think you will improve after all these years."

"Then, I have to thank myself."

The argument between the two gradually came to an end.

Dumbledore just sighed.

He looked deeply at Tom Riddle, his once most outstanding student.

Gradually, he cast his sights on Owen.

It's too late.

Now his expectations are all on Irving.

——Feeling Dumbledore’s gaze.

Owen coughed lightly, then looked at the figure shrouded in black mist in front of him and said:

"Hello, Tom."

His eyes were shining, and there was a faint smile on his lips.

Hearing the sound, Riddle turned around in surprise. Naturally, this soul did not recognize Irving.

But it doesn't matter, he will know him after a while.

"Ahem." Owen pretended to cough a few times, then blinked and looked at Tom with his charming gray eyes with a little green light (the eyes were really green) and said: "Beauty and hair transplantation. Do you want to know about plastic surgery and dental repair?”

"Wha-what?" One sentence caused Senior Tom's thinking to stop.

"Beauty and hair transplantation, plastic surgery and teeth repair~"

"Hey, don't refuse yet!

Appearance is the key to combat effectiveness. Look at you now. How can you still look like the Dark Lord of the previous generation?

You know what to ask my grandfather - can Grindelwald take over the whole of Europe?

What a handsome man!

Why is Professor Dumbledore the greatest white wizard?

What a handsome man!

Why was it that you were able to win over people when you were young but not now?

Or because he looks handsome! "

"Appearance is the first combat power. From the first generation of the Dark Lord, I am a fifth-year transfer student at Hogwarts. My reputation can make the dark wizards who hear his name escape hundreds of miles at night. (The little sister I pinched is so cute).

Then you, Tom Riddle, were you when the third generation Dark Lord was a student.

Haven't you seen the pattern in this yet?

Only a handsome guy can become the Dark Lord, not an ugly guy.

Whether he is the savior or the black man and the white man, which one is ugly?

Look at yourself. Since your disfigurement, your prestige has dropped drastically. Haven't you discovered that all your followers were recruited before they were disfigured, and no one has taken the initiative to join you since then?

Why is this? "

Owen continued to ramble, chattering endlessly.

The little wizard behind him was stunned.

Especially Hermione.

She looked at the boy holding the Gryffindor sword high, and she had a doubt in her heart.

He's holding it like this - isn't he tired?

Irving, who was still nagging, didn't stop talking. He continued: "Yan! Yan! When you were not worthy of your position, people would naturally resist.

If you still had that handsome face that could charm thousands of girls, how many people would be crying and wanting to join the ranks of Death Eaters.

You! Self-destruction of his most powerful weapon. "

After Irving's wholesomeness, it doesn't matter whether others believe it or not, as long as he believes it.

Just kidding, can an ugly person be the protagonist?

With a face like a cracked land due to drought, this thing can only be a villain, and it's also the kind of elite monster that can be killed with a knife, because even an ugly one can't be considered a boss.

Can you imagine if Grindelwald published his research on Muggles and the wizarding world at Père Lachaise Cemetery with Filch in his face?

Just that face - no one believes anything he says.

It was so ugly that no one came back at all.

So thinking about it this way, although what he said doesn't make much sense, you can still squeeze out some truth.

"What are you talking about, kid!"

Perhaps even though Voldemort had seen great storms, he never encountered anyone who dared to say that he was ugly to his face.

He was still at the peak of the First Wizarding War and had never experienced a defeat.

He was suddenly slapped, which made his nerves go into a trance.

"I said."

Owen's arms were sore while holding the Sword of Gryffindor.

Finally he couldn't hold it any longer and the sword fell horizontally.

"One knife and two pieces - uh - no! Wrong."

"Must win! Climb the Dragon Sword~~~"

He said that he would cut the sword in two pieces, but in fact, Owen just raised the sword and pierced it into the pendant box with the tip of the sword.

He was not willing to destroy this precious magic item.

And what about Voldemort in the black mist?

When Owen's sword penetrated, a huge hole appeared in his body.

A golden hollow, light swaying like blood in the room.

"You~~~"

He looked ferocious and roared in pain.

Then the darkness around him suddenly gathered towards the center, slowly moving toward self-disintegration.

The hole in his chest suddenly opened again, as if something mysterious was watching the world through the hole.

For just a moment, Owen felt that it might be an illusion.

The next second, Voldemort's red eyes disappeared.

The tragic voice, like every villain who exits, screams that I will definitely come back.

But this time, it was Irving who had the upper hand.

"boom!"

The moment Voldemort disappeared, Harry also fell to the ground. He clutched his forehead in pain, and beads of sweat appeared on his face.

"Harry, are you okay!" Sirius quickly squatted down to check Harry's status.

He was breathing heavily and his face turned pale. It was as if everything that had just happened happened to him.

"I don't know, my forehead." Harry gasped, his face turned red from holding back, and his whole body seemed to have a fever. "It's going to hurt."

That kind of pain is absolutely unbearable.

The next moment, his eyes rolled upwards and he fainted.

"Harry! Harry!!"

Sirius and Ron shouted Harry's name together.

But he didn't have any reaction.

"Huh?" Owen also looked over.

To be honest, Harry's reaction was a little too much.

As one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, Harry did react to the destruction of the Horcruxes, but generally it was just a slight headache.

When he destroyed the soul on Ravenclaw's diadem last term, he didn't have such a big reaction. It was just a moment of pain that would pass quickly.

Why was there such a big reaction this time?

Dumbledore stepped forward quickly.

He placed his hand on Harry's forehead.

For a moment, a scalding temperature burned his palms.

"He needs to cool down." The old principal said solemnly.

Then he picked up Harry, and the next moment, Disapparation started.

In an instant, he and Harry disappeared from the spot.

Sirius was also anxious on the other side.

He didn't bother to ask Kreacher why Voldemort's Horcrux appeared here.

He hurriedly came to Dobby's side.

"Take me to Hogwarts."

"No problem sir." With that said, Dobby grabbed everyone else present.

Everyone warped time and space and returned to Hogwarts Castle.

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Harry's condition is not serious.

For the wizarding world, it's really not serious.

After Madam Pomfrey poured some kind of potion into him, his body temperature began to drop rapidly.

She said Harry's body had severe inflammation, as if something foreign had penetrated his body.

But everyone knows that there is no such thing as mystery.

Except for Owen and Dumbledore, they may have some guesses in their minds.

After his body temperature dropped, Harry fell asleep all night and didn't wake up until the next day.

Sirius stayed by his side.

He begged Madam Pomfrey to check several times and make sure Harry was fine before allowing him to walk out of the school nurse's room.

"Hey, buddy, you scared me yesterday."

After Charms class in the morning.

A group of young wizards gathered in the auditorium.

Ron stood up to Harry and said with lingering fear, "I thought you were cursed!"

"You know, after all, it belongs to the mysterious person, so there is no guarantee that nothing will be done about it."

"I'm fine." Harry said weakly, feeling a little sluggish. Everyone is out of sorts.

He seemed reluctant to mention the scar on his forehead.

Harry didn't seem to want to connect himself with Voldemort, even though he had some guesses.

"Be happy, Harry." Ron patted his buddy on the shoulder and said, "After Professor Lupin left, there have been new changes in the courses this semester."

"Sirius' Defense Against the Dark Arts class after this afternoon."

"This is his first class. The only pity is that we have to take it with Slytherin students. It would be perfect if it was Hufflepuff." He said and took some sausages and fried noodles from the table. tomato.

"What do you think he will write for us?" Hermione glanced at Harry worriedly before continuing the topic, her tone full of expectation.

"I don't know, but I hope it goes well, don't think about Hagrid's first class." Harry nodded solemnly, "If Malfoy dares to cause trouble in class, I won't let him go. "

"Don't worry, he doesn't dare. Sirius is not Hagrid."