All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 66 Voldemort: You are a bit too extreme

The Christmas afternoon was extremely joyful. Hogwarts Castle seemed to be magically accelerated by time. In the blink of an eye, the sun fled back behind the horizon, leaving a brilliant sunset-like back.The students who had played wildly all afternoon returned to the auditorium exhausted to eat. Most of the boys had a sick face. They said that they would go back to the dormitory to sleep after eating, but everyone knew that tonight's People don't stop.

Mistletoe was hung in the Gryffindor common room, and the senior wizards and witches hid in the corner and kissed quietly. Hormones are better than love potions, and the cheerful atmosphere of the festival makes everyone's eyes covered with soft black cloth, making it difficult to see the world in front of them.

At least Ron was completely confused. He probably played too hard and drank too much pumpkin juice at dinner. He actually looked drunk. It took him a long time to realize that Harry did not return to the common room. He's not in the library tower either, and I can't reach him even if he sends a message on his cell phone. Ron asked other people, and everyone said they didn't see Harry.

"Maybe in the bathroom?"

"Anyone see De Lin?"

"I haven't seen him since lunch."

"Where did they go?"

"Who knows. It would be strange if De Lin stayed here. As for Harry, he'll be in trouble if he doesn't come back by curfew. Hopefully he remembers the password to open the door."

Ron rolled his eyes and remembered the Christmas gift Harry received today, which included an invisibility cloak. If Harry didn't come back by then, he could wear the invisibility cloak and go out to find him.

It was damp and cold in northern England at the end of the year. The night wind had subsided, and the heavy snow falling on Hogwarts Castle was like hundreds of millions of withered dandelions falling every second.

Harry strolled to the deserted third floor of the Astronomy Tower and sat on the stairs at the end of the corridor. The high glass windows on the opposite wall cast a faint light, and a pale patch of light fell, illuminating the boy on the stairs and the boy beside him. The colorful Ah Fu.

It's clearly just a dog, but Ah Fu's back looks like a vicissitudes old man.

Harry untied Ah Fu's various decorations while confiding in his heart.

He talked about his tragic childhood, living under the bullying and humiliation of the Dursleys all the time, his childhood was never happy, and all the happy memories about that time were just licking after avoiding the bullying The self-comfort of the wound is the false joy produced after the pain in the mind and body ebbs.

When Harry talked about these things, his sentences were fragmented. He could not fully describe the process of being bullied. This was opening up wounds, and the pain would prevent him from doing so.

Fortunately, Ah Fu is a very good listener - because he doesn't say a word.Ah Fu's silence and indifference made Harry slowly let go of his guard. He commented on himself in the past, thinking that he was a little stupid at that time, and he didn't dare to resist when he was bullied. Now, he can use magic to protect himself.

Alfred's cold dog face gradually softened, and Harry felt that he and he had the same disease and were bullied.

"In the future, those girls will come to tease you again, and I will protect you."

Afu looked disgusted.

Harry grabbed its dog ears and took off the last butterfly pin, "Okay."

At this time, brilliant lights flickered in the corners of his eyes, and there was a slight sound of firecrackers in his ears. Harry turned his head and saw grand festive fireworks exploding under the dark night sky outside the window, as if it was a spring scene that could only last for a few seconds. It flickers on and off.

"Merry Christmas, Alfred." Harry hugged Alfred gently. The cold and arrogant wolfhound remained indifferent, neither getting close nor resisting.

Harry touched his heart gently. The "Wizard's Practical Guide" was usually stored in the Sigil of the Library Tower and could be summoned from the Sigil when needed.

He turned the pages of the book, silently released a fluorescent spell with his wand, and read the knowledge from Voldemort.

As Voldemort's memory disintegrates, more and more thought strings will enter Harry's soul consciousness. Whenever his self-consciousness is silent, these crazy thought strings will make Harry dream. These are two souls. The process of mutual integration.

The "Practical Guide" is like a solid coat and a stable body of thoughts, ensuring that Harry's self-perception will not shift. At the same time, it will also record the thought strings, extract precious knowledge, and store it for Harry to learn.

The disintegration of the memory will gradually accelerate. If a large number of thought strings accumulate in the consciousness, the dream will become more violent and unpredictable, and the impact on Harry will be greater. Although he has the protection of the "Practical Guide", he will not consider himself to be Voldemort, but the too real dream experience may also distort his personality.

If no preparations are made, Voldemort may be dead by then, and a cold and cruel Harry will be born.

There are actually many solutions.

In view of Harry's current low spellcasting ability and theoretical basis, the "Guide" suggests that Harry learn to meditate, or keep a lot of sleep, which will help release the strings of thinking.At the same time, he was also urged to master Legilimency as soon as possible, so that he could take the initiative to pull away from the strings of thinking, save them and slowly integrate them.

Afu seemed to be very interested in the "Practical Guide". When Harry was silently reciting the "Killing Curse" practice method, he poked his head over. His long nose was like a white sausage, which blocked his sight.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked quietly.

Ah Fu saw the black magic included in the "Guide", and felt a strange sense of déjà vu in his heart. At the same time, he couldn't help but look at Harry with admiration.I think back when Ah Fu was still a student at Hogwarts, he was cautious, walking on thin ice, and always worked hard to maintain the image of a model student.In the first and second grades, I didn't dare to learn black magic. At most, I studied it secretly, and I had to carefully dispose of the traces every time.

Harry Potter, this brat, the savior of the wizarding world, was only in the first semester of the first grade. Less than half a year after he came into contact with magic, he began to study Avatar and gnaw on the big melon, and even included it in his notebook openly.

Is this the fucking savior of the Death Eaters?

Ah Fu's dog has a complex expression on his face. If it could talk, it would definitely say: You are a bit too extreme.jpg

Harry pushed Afu's dog's head away and looked at Kedavra with warmth and expectation in his eyes, "I want to learn black magic well and then resurrect my mother."

The Russian wolfhound with a vicissitudes of life was silent for a while, then slowly raised its paw, and patted Harry on the shoulder as affirmation.

Over the years, it has never been as aware as it is now that it is being left behind by the times. In the past, it has always regarded itself as the master of the times, but looking at this young man who devoted himself to evil in the name of love, Voldemort couldn't help but It gave rise to the emotion of Jianghu Yi Lao.

Maybe one day Voldemort will be resurrected, only to find that the wizarding world has been crawling under the rule of a demon king named Harry.

The current little wizard is really scary, it's better to kill him sooner.

Ah Fu thought this way, the malice in his soul activated the magic on Harry's body, and a strong burning pain came from the contact surface, making him tremble uncontrollably, as if it would cause irreparable injuries in a few seconds.It quickly drew back its paw, moving slightly away from Harry.