Reborn at Hogwarts

"But he doesn't know the principle of this magic, and he doesn't know how to use it, does he?" Dumbledore said with a smile, "So you don't have to worry, Severus, it's not the man behind all this." The Dark Lord', but someone else."

"Don't tell me, it's another 'old friend' who came out of nowhere." Severus said sarcastically, "Last time an 'old friend' of yours came out to persuade you to The diary was given to that child, and now there is a new 'old friend'?"

"Oh, speaking of which, Severus, there is something I forgot to tell you." Dumbledore didn't care about Snape's tone. The method was just his long-standing habit, and it was not malicious, so he directly ignored the Potions professor's words, and continued on his own, "That diary is actually here with me now."

Immediately, under Snape's unbelievable gaze, the old man took out a black-covered diary from the drawer and placed it on the desk.

"It's a 'horcrux, by the way.'" Dumbledore added. "Voldemort's Horcrux."

"...What? Horcrux... Voldemort? What are you talking about?" Snape's expression became extremely frightened, and even his tone of voice began to stammer.

"Yes, Severus, you heard it right, this is a Horcrux, and it belongs to Voldemort." Dumbledore said, with a slightly bitter look on his face for the first time, " This probably means that as long as all his Horcruxes are not completely destroyed, Voldemort may make a comeback at any time."

"The only good news is that this Horcrux has been destroyed by me." As he said, Dumbledore stretched out a finger and fiddled with the cover of the diary, and then Snape noticed that in the diary There is a hole running through the front and back, and it can be seen at a glance that it was made by fire.

"Fiendfire?"

"Yes, Fiendfire, black magic that is very difficult to control, I thought I would never have the guts to use it in my life." Dumbledore sighed, "I controlled it and burned a hole in the middle of the Horcrux , waited until the soul lurking in it was destroyed, and cast a counter-curse. This diary is still useful. Moreover, after knowing that this Horcrux is Voldemort’s thing, I suddenly remembered a long time ago conjecture."

"What guess?" Snape looked at Dumbledore suspiciously.

"Well, it's a trivial matter for the time being." Dumbledore changed the subject casually, "Compared to this, do you still remember what date is September 1st next year?"

Snape's face suddenly darkened.

"Harry Potter..." he chewed the name softly.

"Harry will be eleven years old next year." Dumbledore said, "Considering that the diary is probably not Voldemort's only Horcrux, Harry's life at school may not be so easy. "

"Whatever he is," said Snape coldly, with disgust on his face, "James Potter's son, even if he dies at school—"

Having said that, he didn't continue to speak, but still had a disgusted expression, as if even saying the name "James Potter" made him sick.

"No matter whose child he is, we should protect the safety of the students at school." Dumbledore didn't pay attention to Snape's words, and then said, "I'm going to send Hagrid to pick up Harry from school."

"Hagrid? Put him on that stupid flying motorcycle?" Snape blurted out.

"I believe he can handle this matter well." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Let's go back to the matter I mentioned earlier, about my new 'old friend'..."

...

The passage of time does not change because of anything.

When the prefects of each house began to count the lists of students staying in school during the Christmas period, Ivan realized belatedly... his first semester at Hogwarts was about to pass .

Walking in the Hogwarts castle, almost every student had a happy smile on their faces, and they were talking about the upcoming Christmas holiday.

It seems that no matter which country you are in, "holiday" is the most anticipated day of the year for children.

Not only the students, but even the professors seemed to be infected by this atmosphere, and the atmosphere in the classroom became much more cheerful than usual.

Of course, Professor Severus Snape's class is definitely not included in this list. Ivan believes that even on Christmas Day, the Potions Professor's expression will still look like he just found out that he accidentally swallowed a dead mouse , and still can't spit it out.

"Are you really not going home for Christmas?"

In the Hogwarts auditorium, Zoe rested her chin on her hands, looked at Ivan who was writing with his head buried, and asked curiously.

"Guess what?" Ivan didn't look at her, but tapped his forehead with his free left hand, motioning her to read his thoughts.

Zooey didn't answer.

She curled her lips where Ivan couldn't see, not intending to use her ability, but she didn't ask any further.

Not to mention that Ivan is now a person who knows his "Legiliency" talent, Zoe is embarrassed to attack him.

What's more, after nearly two years of training, Ivan has almost perfected his "Occlumency". Unless he is in a trance state and his heart is defenseless, Zoe has no way to break through his "Occlumency". ", to see his true thoughts.

...It's just perfunctory. thought Zoe.

"...It's finished."

While Zooey was slandering herself, Ivan finally finished writing his two letters and put them in envelopes.

The owl Chang Wei, who was buried in the long table and looking for bread crumbs, was also full at this time, walked up to Ivan in a big way, raised one of his feet, and asked Ivan to send the two letters respectively tied to its paws.

"Don't send it to the wrong place, one to my house and one to Hermione's." Ivan touched Chang Wei's hairy head, and the latter impatiently shook off his ink-stained hands, shaking Shaking his body, he flapped his wings and flew out of the auditorium.

"What an owl with personality." Zooey couldn't help laughing out loud as she looked at Ivan, who was covered in bread crumbs by Chang Wei.

Ivan smiled indifferently, stood up and patted off the dirt on his body, stuffed the quill and ink into the pocket hanging around his neck, and said, "What are you doing here? They all finished eating Dinner is over, why are you still here?"

"I have a question to ask you, but they were all there just now, so it's inconvenient to ask." For some reason, Zooey blushed slightly.

Um? Looking at the girl's appearance, Ivan suddenly felt ominous.

It's not about me... so what?

I am only 12 years old this year!

Ah, I can't think of a title for this chapter...

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