HP Alternative Conquest

After Christmas, Bazel asked Alger to go to Lihen Bookstore to buy a book about the three brothers, and all the information pointed in one direction. Only Grindelwald had research on the three Deathly Hallows back then, and Dumbledore was the one who sent Grindelwald to prison.

"Perhaps the headmaster is the Dark Lord's nemesis." Harry raised his head from the book, rubbed his neck, and looked at his brother who had been doing experiments beside him, "Why don't you pay attention to the materials you bought back?"

"I'm going to do an experiment. Besides, I don't care about it. I've screened the one in your hand. You won't do wasted work." Bazel put the petri dish away, then turned to look at Harry, "You What he said just now is very correct, so why does he want you as the savior?"

"Because - he can't handle it by himself?" Harry blinked and stuck out his tongue, of course he knew, just wanted to do something with Bazel. "Perhaps to keep the Order alive after he leaves. You know, any organization needs a successor."

"What about Voldemort? He doesn't seem to have an heir." Bazel tidied up the test bench, and he found that with the spell, he didn't need an experimental assistant to clean it. It seemed that he could find a few wizards to be students in the future.

"Maybe—he didn't think of it at the time?" Harry scratched his head, then slapped his forehead violently, "Brother, do you still remember that Mr. Malfoy said that after Halloween, the Dark Mark on their hands has changed."

"All the information I have found says that the Dark Mark is the most effective way to confirm the identity of the Death Eater, because there is no way to remove it or change it." Harry stood up, "If Voldemort's death does not Affected the Dark Mark, and the soul on the back of Quirrell's head affected the Dark Mark, does that prove—"

"Proof," Harry rubbed his head, touching the scar with his fingers, "prove that he doesn't need an heir, he is the heir himself."

"Huh?" Bazel looked at Harry and found that he seemed a little confused.Harry looked at the information on his desk, "Eternal life."

"He's dead." Bazel turned the chair, his head was still a little dizzy, "Have you read too many fairy tale books?"

"You like it yourself, too." Harry pouted, then looked at Bazel, who still had dark circles under his eyes, muttered something, then got up and pushed Bazel out of the room, "Okay, you now What is needed is rest."

Bazel went out to wash up, set the alarm clock, was urged to have dinner, and collapsed on the bed. After 15 minutes, Bazel sat up abruptly and opened the study door, "Harry, you just said that Voldemort pursued immortality?"

"Yeah." Harry turned around and looked at Bazel, who had blown his hair. His first reaction was not to tell him, but then he found that Bazel's hair fell into place automatically.

"Voldemort, non-death, soul, you have it, and I have it." Bazel pointed to Harry, then pointed to himself, "If part of Quirrell's body affected the Dark Mark, then other parts may also be affected. Can."

"What are you talking about?" Harry looked at Bazel, was he dreaming?

"No, no, cut into pieces and divide, just like earthworms, they can still survive after being cut." Bazel thought of a few cakes in his dream. He dreamed of a big cream cake, cut and divided into pieces. After a few pieces, each piece grew into a new one, so that there could be countless, but in the end the words on the cake became Lord Voldemort, with that disgusting Dark Mark on it.He woke up with a fright—well, he woke up.

"You mean there are many remnant souls in our body?" Harry turned his head and looked at Bazel's incubator, which contained cell bodies being cultivated, "and each of them may randomly find someone similar to Quirrell. to parasitize the existence of

"Or be revived in some way?" Bazel followed Harry's line of sight, "Don't think too much, mine are for healing."

"Then what should we do now?" Harry looked at Bazel, had a problem, should he choose to solve it?

"I'll go to bed first, you continue." Bazel waved his hand, "What you're looking up now has nothing to do with Voldemort."

"Brother—there is no information to provide the material for the invisibility cloak. There is only a kind of invisible animal skin that will expire after three years. It is now a second-class dangerous item and trading is prohibited." Harry complained.Bazel responded and went back to sleep.

When Bazel woke up at dinner time, looking at Harry who was sleeping on the desk, Bazel rubbed his head, as if his thoughts were a little confused.

"Harry, Harry, wake up." Bazel woke him up, and then the butler who appeared outside the door on time led him out.

At the dining table, Mr. Slater looked at his two sons who were stuck in the room all day, "Bazel, do you know how many days you have left for school?"

Bazel blinked, "Tomorrow." That's why the experiment was done in a hurry.

"Where's Harry?" Mr. Slater turned to Harry again.Harry pursed his lips and smiled, "The day after tomorrow."

Bazel looked at Harry, "What?"

Mr. Slater looked at Bazel with a smile or not. Since Christmas, he had asked Bazel's mobile phone, calendar, and Wen Sen's group to transfer the date next to Bazel. One day in advance.Although it is a bit disgusting for this son who can't get out once he gets in, the effect is still good.

Mr. Slater managed to trap his eldest son for a day, but of course, the price was for Mrs. to shave her beard when the prank was over.

However, with one day free, Bazel looked at his father who had planned for a long time, his younger brother who simply helped and didn't know anything, and his mother whose expression was not quite right, "Then, what are you going to do?"

"Take you to Oxford." Mr. Slater smiled, and the two-hour countdown to death raised his beard happily on the corners of his lips.

Bazel kind of wants to turn back time, "Can I visit the lab?"

"I want to go to the library." Harry's eyes were bright, and the feeling of reading that he hadn't experienced in ten years was Harry's spell at this time - so it was not unreasonable for Basil to entrust him with the task of checking the information.

Mr. Slater looked at the two sons who had the aura of "good family man" flashing on their heads, and refused deliberately, but he was quite unprincipled when he was stared at by four jewel eyes.

"Okay, I will take Barr to the laboratory, and Mom will take Harry to the library." Mr. Slater said helplessly, "But we will have dinner together at noon."

"No problem." The two young ones promised quickly.

At noon the next day, after Mr. Slater made the second wrong turn, Bazel resigned himself to his fate and took people to the meeting place. As for how he knew the road, Bazel asked the floor plan downstairs.

"Dad, how did you do the mission before?" Bazel asked the doubts that lasted for more than a year.

"There is a map in advance, and there is an assistant in the headset." Mr. Slater turned up his collar. "Even if it is an accident, I can still find the creature that leads the way."

"Just say it's luck." Bazel pursed his lips and was knocked.

In the afternoon, the addicted family went to a public class that needed to be reserved. Bazel looked at the class that had been passed down as a classic by later generations, and looked at the people around him in surprise, "Dad, when will you—"

"Hush, listen to the class." Mr. Slater said to his son, shaking his fingers.Harry, on the other side of Basil, was grateful because Mr. Slater had brought him to meet the professor before, at least he would be prepared.

After class, Bazel took his notes and asked some questions that he had wanted to hear the professor explain for a long time. Before leaving, Bazel couldn't help but want to persuade the old professor to pay attention to his health, but he knew that this way It will not affect the ending two years later, it is better to let the old professor continue to work like this.

On the way to leave, Bazel and Harry walked in front. Harry was very interested in the questions Bazel asked just now, but he didn't want to know the answers to Bazel's questions. He was more curious about how Bazel thought of it. of.Behind the two, Mr. Slater looked at his wife, "What do you think, is Barr a genius?"

"Well, much smarter than you." Mrs. Slater stretched out her arms to hold her husband, "You succeeded this time because you bullied your son with too many things to turn around."

"Isn't there a younger brother to help him now?" Mr. Slater smiled, "Praise me, Professor Dawson is so hard to date."

"You brought Harry here earlier, I know." Mrs. Slater blinked. "Actually, Harry is also very smart. He has been able to follow Barr's thinking since he knew nothing about it."

"Then we must have a good teacher." Mr. Slater pursed his lips and said, "Dean Barr is a very good professor. He is Harry's first teacher, and he has been able to teach Harry from scratch to what he is now. must."

"That's—the person that Barr tried his best to monitor back then? He seems very powerful." Mrs. Slater's mouth twitched.

Mr. Slater smiled and patted his wife's head, "A powerful person is always fierce."

"Then you are not good at all."

"Only for you."

At night, Bazel raised his head from the experiment report and looked at Harry who was touching his scar for the third time, "What's wrong with you?"

"I was wondering if I could communicate with this thing." Harry rubbed his eyes, then looked at the information at hand, "This book says that the soul also needs nourishment and maintenance."

"Nutrition and maintenance?" Bazel raised his eyebrows. "What are you going to do? Cannibalism? Don't act recklessly. Once you are bitten by it, you, the savior, will be in trouble."

Harry pouts, "How did you do that?"

"My piece is worse than yours." Bazel looked at Harry, "I don't have any scars on my body." His piece absorbed the remnant soul of the original Chad, so he has the ability to communicate with him, if In terms of speaking, it's really not as good as the one on Harry's body. After all, he is the savior.

"Can it be calculated like this?" Harry was surprised, is it true?

"Yes." Bazel said stiffly.

"Okay then." Harry touched the scar again, "It seems like I've never spoken before."

【Have you tried talking like this? 】

【No】

Bazel smiled [It seems that you can really be transferred. 】

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