Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

On the eve of Valentine's Day, one after another diagonal dressing mirrors were installed in the corners of Hogwarts. It is said that they are used to correct clothes and make it easier for students to organize their appearance every day.

Harry looked down at his robe hanging to the right, and then at the bow tied into a ball of hemp rope, feeling that he was being targeted.

What's more, not long ago, he bumped into a black bat that looked malicious through the mirror in front of him.

When the other party saw him, he sneered, and then mocked him wildly, either for his appearance, his reputation, or his potion work...

Oh my God, nothing good would happen if you met him... Harry frowned unconsciously.

They discovered some ulterior secrets from a magical diary, but Hermione was not so lucky, she was petrified! These past few days have made him a little uneasy——

But Claudine assured her that nothing would happen to Hermione...

"But isn't Harry in danger...?" Miss Albert, whom Harry was thinking about, was currently hiding in Dumbledore's warm principal's room, where the fire was always burning brightly. "Although now we can guarantee that the students will at least not be eaten by the basilisk——"

"Oh, it seems that humans are not in the basilisk diet??" she asked with some uncertainty.

"If Voldemort is really in Hogwarts, why not be more direct?" Clooney's inherent impression of the underground demon king who once ruled the wizarding world is that he kills without blinking an eye and is cruel in his methods. If it was really the Dark Lord, why didn't he take a simpler approach? If you want to attack Harry.

"He couldn't find Harry earlier." Dumbledore said with a smile, "And now, he is also afraid of me. I told you this, right?"

"But he's also very good at hiding," Crowney said. "Like a guinea pig hiding under a snowdrift. If he can't find him, even the fox can't eat him."

"He is a genius..." Dumbledore said. "Tom... showed himself to be a completely different person when he was young."

"Tom?" Clowney said, "What?"

"Didn't I tell you?" Dumbledore's eyes looked a little confused, "Ah, that may be true, you have to allow the elderly to be a little forgetful..."

"Tom Riddle," he said, "that was Voldemort's original name."

"That's true... Voldemort's original name was Tom Riddle..." Clooney followed Dumbledore's words, "After all, no one is born with this name. I thought he broke up with the family or something. ..."

"Tom?!" Clooney had just finished her soliloquy when she was suddenly frightened by the word. "He was once a Slytherin student? He also served as the president of the student union?"

"That's right..." Dumbledore touched his usual beard and looked very happy, "I just said that I mentioned him to you... Look, what do you remember about his deeds?" It's pretty..."

"Oh my God, sir, that's not what I meant..." Clooney covered her forehead, finally understanding where her previous sense of disobedience came from. She actually came face to face with the former Dark Lord——

They even had a not-so-bad friendship—she called it one.

But who could imagine a handsome young man and a noseless caterpillar slice of bread together? And the one without a nose? !

Maybe the dream was a little off - something.

"I may have seen him..." Clooney said discouragedly. She couldn't feel any revenge for this caring 'friend' who seemed to have no idea about the future, not to mention that not long ago he was because of her. Because of this, I almost separated from the world, "In the castle."

"?" Dumbledore's eyes were like a blade suddenly unsheathed, "Have you seen him?"

"But he seems to know nothing about the present..." Clooney replied, "You are right, he is indeed a genius with the unique rebelliousness of a teenager."

"But shouldn't he be a ghost?" She asked back, "You said that he must be possessing other people, and he is planning something... and he has attacked me several times."

"He doesn't look like he's pretending..." But if he was, Voldemort was a little too patient. No one expected that he could repair his soul so perfectly.

"Maybe... it's not the one we know." Dumbledore said, "I just didn't expect you to come into contact with a corner of the truth so early."

"Isn't it the one we know?" Crowney recalled the classics about immortality she had discussed with Tom Riddle before. She had seen something in a certain book, a special kind of magic. , can fix people's souls in a certain period...each soul can become an independent individual, so that it will not return to the door due to death - because the door does not accept remnants of souls.

"..."

"Horcrux?"

"You actually know?" Even though he was assured of Miss Albert's character, Dumbledore still expressed enough surprise about this matter, "Did Tom tell you?"

"No..." Clooney was glad that he did not accept the olive branch extended by Tom, "I have been studying this for some time."

She faced Dumbledore's strange look and continued: "China believes that the soul is a whole. If someone divides the soul, what he will get is not eternal life, but dementia." Misty seemed to understand that she was interested in this aspect, and even specially pushed it related ancient books.

Souls are not equal. They have different functions and play different roles. "

"If a person loses his body, the part of his soul that remains in the world will become irrational due to the loss of other support... That thing, I don't know what the English word is called, it's not a 'ghost' anyway. ’ but some kind of ‘existence’.”

"I'm just not interested in it."

"...." Dumbledore really wanted to know where she got all this strange knowledge...

"Ah..." Miss Albert scratched her face in embarrassment, "I read it from folklore. After all, many fairy tales contain wizards with different magics. I believe the same is true for Chinese magic. Well, I’m not interested in this anyway, so I used this reason to convince myself.”

"You mean..." Crowney said, "You know about the 'Horcruxes'? Tom made the Horcruxes?"

"Then he is really crazy..." Miss Albert couldn't pull herself away from the Chinese folk novel, "He turned out to be a fool..."

But soon, she stopped talking.

"Can the Horcruxes eventually be integrated into one body and then return to their original selves?"

"Theoretically, yes."

"Then if you want to kill him -" a golden light flashed in Clooney's eyes, "can't we just destroy these containers?"

"In this way, his remnant soul will disappear forever. He will not be able to come back."

"The problem is..." Dumbledore said, "As long as there is a trace of his soul left in this world, he will come back to this world again."

"Indeed. 'It's easy to hide from open guns, but hard to guard against hidden arrows.'" Clowney sighed, although he had no other thoughts about this young Tom Riddle: he seemed to know nothing about the future, and even stayed in it forever. The moment of separation.

But he is not entirely innocent.

Horcrux requires a person to kill a person with a curse in order to split the soul - his hands are already stained with blood.

Innocent blood? Or does he deserve it?

That's not what Clowney cares about.

In this regard, she's terrifyingly cold-blooded: she doesn't care whether a potential threat is innocent in the moment. What's more, this threat, as a whole with him, hurt her teachers and friends.

"I don't know how many Horcruxes he made, and I don't know if this is the right thing to do..."

"There seems to be no connection between the Horcruxes." Clowney said, "At least the destruction is right, so far, because Tom doesn't know much about the 'future'. Although he tried his best to hide this, he has no knowledge of some well-known modern times. Common sense has no memory."

"As for a few..."

"We are not in a hurry, Claudine." Dumbledore held her hand soothingly, and then realized that her pulse was trembling violently, "We still have a long time before he gathers together and returns. Before, he would not be my opponent."

"Because you are the greatest wizard." Miss Albert showed a bloody smile.