[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

"Well done." Voldemort's voice was still slightly breathy, and there were broken tassels on the bottom of his black robe. It seemed that the battle with Grindelwald just now was not effortless.

He raised his eyes and quickly counted: "Diary, crown, Resurrection Stone, Harry Potter, Nagini... very good." With one hand, he threw Nagini wrapped around him into the space of the hexagram. At the top, the other hand pressed on the last empty spot, "Likes call each other..."

Tom was surprised to see several Horcruxes, including him, lit up with a bright green light. He even had to take the initiative to inject magic into his own soul piece, lest it fail to hold up and reveal flaws.

And Voldemort's spell continues: "One soul should be united...but the same outlook, everything is the same!"

Several Horcruxes, together with the green light on Voldemort himself, became brighter and brighter, condensing into a door with a vague shape. The door trembled silently, revealing a simple locket with an S letter made into a snake shape. Gulu rolled out from the other side of the door and landed on the last empty spot of the hexagram.

The diary was extremely excited: "Now!"

Voldemort didn't even bother to look at it, he just thrust his wand straight up - the Dark Mark, which had been invisible during the previous diary operation, suddenly appeared. The skull and snake opened their mouths at the same time, spitting out billowing black smoke. Covered the entire array.

He tapped his wand again, and all the breath of fear breathed out by the Dark Mark was ignited by Voldemort's spell. The cold flames made Tom feel chilled all over, and the Dark Lord's soul fragments on his body curled slightly.

"The destined enemy is revealed." Voldemort waved his wand, and a dirty prophecy ball flew out from the shelf in row 97 and smashed at his feet - I don't know if it was intentional or not, and the flying glass shards happened to scratch Breaking Harry's cheek - a pearly white figure with huge eyes rose into the air, opening and closing his mouth and spitting out a prophecy: "The man with the power to conquer the Dark Lord approaches - born in a man who has been thrice Defeated the Dark Lord's family - Born in the seventh month - The Dark Lord marked him as his nemesis - "

But Voldemort had no patience to listen to this. He just waved his wand again and said: "The body has been brought back to life."

An illusory tomb rose from behind him, setting off the dark background of will-o'-the-wisps around him, and mixed with the bits of turquoise light on the Horcrux, giving it an even more formidable cold and forbidding aura.

Voldemort had been holding tightly on the Hufflepuff golden cup that was used as a door key. He immediately pressed the cup on the ground of the magic circle: "The souls divided into seven are reunited——"

"Fear burns everything! I shall leap to my death!"

The powerful black flame rose up, engulfing the pearly white phantom that was still reciting the prophecy, and flooded the illusory tomb. The golden cup slowly melted into shape together with Voldemort who was holding it, but a few thin golden threads flowed out. Following the lines of the magic circle, he firmly grabbed all the Horcruxes and dragged them towards the center of the magic circle——

Tom's magic mist suddenly showed its traces, like a clenched fist, like a sharp sword, like a harpoon trying to pierce the giant monster, rushing towards the magic circle from all directions, but in vain it passed through the entire The magic circle - it's as if they are not on the same spatial level at all.

When the attack failed, Tom turned his head and took out the Elder Wand, tilted his head and pointed it at Voldemort. He concentrated his attention and prepared a silent spell: "Split into pieces——"

He wasn't sure if the crow's body he was controlling could still cast spells normally, but it didn't matter, his magic was always happy to respond to him...

The thick magical light sprayed out in a chaotic manner, split into several strands of varying thickness in mid-air, and then passed through the magic circle without any hindrance.

Tom: "???" This was beyond his expectation...could it be said that physical attacks are not effective?

Before he could try Legilimency, he felt a hand grab the base of his wings and lift him up - he was so scared that his feathers exploded!

"It's time to lose weight." The old devil, who suddenly appeared with the Elder Wand, struggled to adjust the position of the crow in his arms, and freed one hand to pull the wand out of Tom's mouth. "Give me."

"Ammm?" Tom let out a strange cry of surprise. no? Aren't you surprised to see me turn into a crow? The prophet is so annoying!

"Wait a moment." Another familiar voice said. Tom turned to look and saw Dumbledore politely taking his hands out of Grindelwald's arms, staring intently at the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead that had begun to twist like a living thing.

Noticing Tom's gaze, Dumbledore turned his head and winked at him playfully: "Surprise!"

What a surprise... Tom didn't have time to complain. He already felt that his robe of knowledge could no longer restrain the Dark Lord's node. The golden threads revealed by the melted gold cup penetrated the space and connected to the soul piece. The powerful force of resistance is slowly but resolutely dragging it towards the center of the magic circle inch by inch.

On Harry's forehead, too, a golden thread hooked up the lightning-shaped scar like a fishing line. Even though it was flapping like a living fish, it was firmly pulled out, like a puddle of slimy and dim water. The seaweed made of flesh and blood was pulled out of Harry's head, and it was still holding a few strands like a broken thread - the golden thread dragged again, and the last few connected strands were reluctantly disconnected.

There are more golden threads pulling out some threads of fate with blue luster from Harry's head——

"That's it now." Dumbledore waited until the golden thread had completely drawn out the soul piece, and then stretched out his hand towards Harry with agility that ordinary elderly people could not achieve. His withered, black and lifeless right hand was covered with a layer of vibrant white light, which easily penetrated the invisible barrier and caught Harry - and then the magical aura of mixed life and death quickly spread to Harry's whole body, Dumbledore pushed Harry gently out of the magic circle.

Dumbledore breathed a little tiredly, his face showing a bit of old fatigue. He made clever use of the "battle souvenirs" left to him by a certain god, but he couldn't be opportunistic in those opportunities.

Voldemort, who was half-melted like a wax figure in the center of the magic circle, showed a half-terrible smile. He didn't even talk to his enemy as much as he was used to, and only used his hands that were already sticky to fight. Dumbledore slightly raised the golden cup to signal, as if to say:

"You're late."