[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Remember, how could I not remember? Tom remembered what happened that night clearly - Wormtail lit the flame under the cauldron for the Dark Lord and said to him: "It's done, Master." But the Dark Lord wanted to wait a little longer. He said, "Make sure the firewood is fired." The purity of salary”…

Eh? Tom searched around in his mind and found that the Dark Lord did not explain what "firewood" was. He went to look through the memories of the Gaunt family again... Well, it can only be said that this magic theory has indeed developed from generation to generation. They did not mention any "firewood" at all.

"What?" Tom could only rely on guessing, "Will it kill the soul?" Although he said this, he felt that it was unlikely.

First of all, the soul of the resurrected person will definitely not be wasted. Otherwise, how many days can the Dark Lord's chopped-up soul be able to withstand it?

Secondly, if you want to kill other people's souls... you are so crazy that you want to resurrect someone, so crazy that you have to dig up graves to use "father's bones" for the materials. If nothing else, at least half of the dark wizards must be there. I don’t mind using someone else’s soul.

Even if the soul of the person who presided over the ceremony had to be used, Tom believed that there would always be desperate people willing to give everything. But... Tom glanced at Harry. Harry shouldn't be willing to trade himself for his parents' resurrection, right?

Sirius could wake him up with a slap of his paw.

"It's things like emotions and memories," Harry struggled to explain, "and it doesn't end when it's gone, it will last, uh... negative effects."

"For example, I desperately hope that they will be resurrected now. After they are resurrected, my love for them and my hope for their survival will gradually disappear..." Harry murmured, "Then... they will turn against each other, The more you desperately want them to live, the more you want them to... die..." Harry shuddered, as if he couldn't believe that he really said that word.

"He also said... maybe it's not just me," Harry raised his eyes and looked at Tom, "maybe everyone who has been causally entangled with them... will have this change."

"This isn't a resurrection spell at all," Harry said. "It's a curse."

Everything taken back by force will eventually be returned.

And it's very likely that you still have to return it with your own hands.

Tom digested it.

This is really evil magic. Someone like the Dark Lord, who is the enemy of the world, would not dare to use it.

No wonder the Dark Lord spreads resurrection spells everywhere. This is just to watch the excitement. The less it can draw the enemy's attention, the more it may create allies for himself.

No wonder Aberforth Dumbledore, the guy who fell out with his brother for the sake of his sister and was even willing to temporarily step on the Dark Lord's pirate ship, still didn't use this method to resurrect his sister in the end.

It was much more effective to let Aberforth, who also had the desire to resurrect someone, tell Harry than to have Albus Dumbledore tell Harry that this resurrection spell was not convenient to use.

But for Harry, all hope was dashed.

Tom didn't know what to say, so he could only sit beside Harry in silence like Ron and Hermione.

The black dog whined softly, tilted his head and nuzzled Harry.

"I'm fine." Harry said again, but once again buried his head in the warm fur of the black dog. "I'm okay..." he repeated, with a cry in his voice, "It's okay..." He finally buried himself in his godfather's arms and started crying intermittently.

Harry cried for a while, and when he finally stopped and was persuaded by several friends to drink a large glass of water and reluctantly eat something, he expressed that he wanted to go back to his dormitory to rest.

Ron walked him up the stairs, Sirius clinging to his calf.

"That's terrible." Hermione sighed, grabbed the pie that Tom packed and started to eat, "Oh, I forgot to ask Ron to bring some up!"

"It's okay," Tom said, "I'll just ask the elf to send some food over later."

Hermione calmed down and half-filled her stomach, not forgetting to advise Tom to eat less sweets for the sake of his teeth.

"Thanks for the reminder." Tom said perfunctorily, "Do you want more fruit tea? I won't take it away." He said goodbye to Hermione on the pretext of doing homework. 7K妏揩

Tom hurried back to the dormitory because he wanted to find out what the crow was saying. If what Harry said about the side effects of the resurrection spell were true, the relationship between Voldemort and his Horcruxes might be even more fragile than he imagined.

When he walked into the dormitory, Crow was reading the newspaper.

"Today's Daily Prophet?" Tom asked, pouring a cup of fruit tea for Crow.

"No," replied the crow.

"No?" Tom paused. Would Voldemort still pay attention to Muggle news? "What's new?" he tried to ask.

"The highway rolled over and several large trucks fell off; long traffic jams on the ring road caused large-scale conflicts; the subway was overrun with rats... Oh, and the smog in London has worsened recently, triggering a protest march by environmentalists ." Crow said happily, "The world is still in a mess today. That's really good news, isn't it?"

"I hope these bad things have nothing to do with the wizarding world?" Tom asked tentatively.

The crow clicked its beak a few times: "Well, it's hard to say." Its red eyes flashed, "But at least this kind of news is starting to increase."

Is this a hint? Tom couldn't figure it out, so he simply asked: "Is it related to him?"

"You are really caring more and more, boy." The crow jumped in front of him and looked directly at him, "You don't smell right... Come and share it with your dear little bird."

"...It is said that there is something wrong with that resurrection technique."

"By whom, boy?" the crow asked him softly.

"Aberforth Dumbledore."

"Ah, that old thing..." the crow paced back and forth on the table, "he must be very disappointed..." the crow whispered with strange joy.

"It is said that... it can kill firewood." Tom didn't see any expression on the bird's face. He could only conclude from the tone that there was indeed a problem with the relationship between the crown and the main soul, so he spoke more clearly. .

"Such rituals are always costly." Crow said disapprovingly.

"Different ceremonies require different firewood, right?" Tom asked. If the so-called emotions and memories can be used as "firewood", can the Triwizard Tournament trophy that the man behind the Black Dog asked for last time also be regarded as "firewood"? Or supplements, or consumables, whatever it is called.

"Of course." The crow said impatiently. It was still thinking about other things.

"Did the Dark Lord have plans for this?"

"Dear," Crow turned his head, his words were very affectionate, but his tone was very cold, "What on earth do you want to ask?"

"...Are we the fuel for another of his rituals?" Tom asked, "What if he was prepared for the side effects of resurrection?"

The crow stopped.

"I have watched "The Secret of Advanced Dark Arts," Tom said. "Usually only one Horcrux is made, right? But he made more than one...how many Horcruxes did he make?"

There was a gloomy meaning in the crow's dark red eyes.

"He split me up early," Crow said, "but seven is a magic number."

"This is not good news," Tom whispered, "from any angle." Whether it is that the Dark Lord may have made seven Horcruxes - meaning he is harder to kill; or whether it is some mystery The preparations for the ceremony were bad enough.

"If..." Tom thought of the soul piece hanging on his knowledge robe and the digested soul piece in Hufflepuff's golden cup, "If the Horcrux is damaged, will it have any impact on his plan?"

"This is not a good suggestion." The crow looked at him - Tom immediately realized that no matter what ritual the Dark Lord prepared, what the crow objected to was not the ritual itself, but that it was not the one who would benefit.

"Unbreakable curse?" Tom stretched out his hand towards it, "No matter what the result is, you have to find a way to help me solve my... little problem."

The crow didn't respond to his outstretched hand, and didn't bother to ask Tom when he noticed something was wrong - for a smart person, who knows what point made him think of it? How he found out was not important, what was important was what he was going to do.

"I don't intend to involve a third party as a witness, and I believe you won't be stupid enough to tell Dumbledore or others - who knows if they will think the same way as you and think that destroying one might be useful? "The crow said maliciously, "You don't have wings, my dear... When you are needed, you will naturally know. As for now, go and do your homework, little boy."