Hogwarts in the shadows

"The mysterious man? Oh, Voldemort! He's resurrected, and he's recovered well." Hephesus said indifferently.

Professor McGonagall looked even paler and her body was shaking.

Professor Flitwick quickly raised his arm to support her.

"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall. With me here, he wouldn't dare to go wild in Hogwarts even if he had a thousand guts," Hephis comforted.

"Okay, everyone. Now that everything is clear, it's time for everyone to go to bed." Dumbledore spoke at the right time.

"Severus, please stay here with Mr. Weasley to guard Crouch until the Ministry of Magic arrives."

He looked at Hephis, "Hephis, if you are not sleepy, do you mind talking to me alone for a while?"

Hefeth wanted to say, I mind.

But Dumbledore would really need to help later, so he nodded.

Then they came to the principal's office.

Fox was already deep in sleep, but when he heard the noise, he raised his head.

As soon as it saw that it was Hephaestus who came, it immediately threw itself into his arms.

Hephis quickly hugged it and gently stroked its feathers.

Fox's bird head arched over his mound.

Hephis took out a large bag of emerald green bamboo shoots from his bag lovingly.

Fox's eyes lit up instantly, and he couldn't wait to stick his head in and start devouring it.

After all, what phoenix loves to eat candy?

Dumbledore sat back in his chair.

"Want something to drink?"

"No, let's finish our talk and go to bed early. After all, there are people waiting for you, right?"

A playful smile appeared on Hephis's lips.

Dumbledore's hand, which was reaching for the plate of cockroaches on the table, suddenly froze.

He felt helpless, for he knew that with Hephis's perception, he couldn't hide it at all.

He coughed lightly, "You deliberately let Voldemort go tonight!"

Hephis said calmly, "You have guessed this. You are indeed a wise principal."

Dumbledore was a little helpless. Hepheth was usually very polite, but his words were becoming more and more casual.

"Can you tell me why?"

"Ah!" Hephaestus sighed.

"Voldemort and I are no better than each other. I want to catch him, too! But I can't!"

Dumbledore shook his head helplessly.

It's not like he hasn't fought Voldemort before, so he's well aware of Voldemort's strength.

"Harry told me before that he had had many nightmares in the past year, and he saw them all through Voldemort's eyes.

And his scar was even more painful tonight when he was near Voldemort."

Hephis raised an eyebrow, "Oh, you suspect there is some connection between Harry and Voldemort?"

"More than just a connection." Dumbledore pondered for a moment, his tone solemn, "It must be the unsuccessful killing curse that connects them together."

"Connected together?" Hephis pondered this sentence over and over again.

"You mean, there might be a fragment of Voldemort's soul living in Harry? Or even that he is another 'Horcrux' of Voldemort?"

Dumbledore's fingers unconsciously stroked the Elder Wand.

"I think it's very likely. Harry has the ability to speak Parseltongue, but the Potter family has never intermarried with the Gaunt family.

He could now even connect to Voldemort's mind.

I think of the night Voldemort tried to kill Harry, when Harry's mother stood between them at the cost of her own life.

The Killing Curse rebounded and tore apart Voldemort's soul, and the fragment of his soul may have attached itself to the only survivor of the disaster."

Hephis nodded and said in a serious tone, "So you want me to kill Harry to prevent future troubles."

Dumbledore's beard trembled. "How is that possible?"

His blue eyes gazed upon Hephaestus.

"Do you think Nirvana Rebirth has a chance to remove that soul fragment?"

Hephis thought seriously.

"If Harry and Voldemort's souls are really connected, then if they cannot be separated when they are reborn,

I’m afraid they will be reborn together, and there’s even a high probability that their souls will merge, and then…”

Dumbledore fell into a brief silence, then continued Hephis's words.

"Who will be reborn, Harry or Voldemort? Can't you separate their souls temporarily?"

Hephis rolled his eyes. If he could do it, why would he need to be reborn? He could just clear it directly.

He said unhappily, "Principal, I am still a child."

"I'm sorry, Hephis. Your abilities and methods make it easy for people to ignore your age."

Dumbledore said sorry, but there was a sly look in his eyes.

"It's better for you to think about this matter, Mr. Principal."

Hephis was in no mood to waste brain cells on such things.

He would rescue Harry tonight out of consideration for the friendship between Hermione and him, and he really wanted to meet that 'socket egg'.

"Indeed, this kind of thing shouldn't be placed on your shoulders. It would make an old man like me look useless."

There was some self-mockery in Dumbledore's tone.

"So what are you going to do about Voldemort?"

"Just expose it!" Hephis said casually.

"You want to cause a panic?"

When Dumbledore thought that Hephaestus would deliberately let Voldemort go, he began to guess what he would do next.

"What do you mean by causing panic? It's to make everyone prepared, okay?"

Hefeth rolled his eyes.

How could this old man think of himself like this? He is such a good person.

"What do you need me to do?" Dumbledore asked.

Hephis smiled slightly, "Do nothing, or just stand up for Percy when necessary."

Dumbledore's voice was filled with worry, "Are you sure?"

Hephis could understand his incoherent words.

"Who dares to say that they are absolutely sure about this kind of thing? But I have the ability to overturn the table."

Some kind of resolve in Dumbledore was stirred. "Is there anything else I can do?"

"Are you willing to help me?" Hephis was a little surprised.

There was a pile of information about Dumbledore on his desk.

This old man is a man who will do anything to achieve his goals.

But there is still a big flaw in his character, which is indecision.

Unless it is unavoidable, Dumbledore would rather hide behind than take the initiative, or be unwilling to do it personally.

He has changed his personality and actually offered to help.

"Someone once told me that you are the only one who can lead wizards and enable Muggles to talk to each other on an equal footing." Dumbledore said seriously.

Hefeth rolled his eyes. Gellert is Gellert, and there is another person.

"I do have a small favor that I need your help with."

Dumbledore leaned forward slightly, looking as if he was listening attentively.