Entrepreneurship and Wealth in the Order of the Phoenix

Except for Dumbledore's dignified face, McGonagall looked confused, while Snape's eyes were still blank, obviously not knowing what a Horcrux was.

"Horcruxes are extremely evil black magic." Dumbledore sighed and explained to everyone. "The caster uses murder as a medium to split the soul, and then transfer the soul to an object with a spell. This object can be anything. Once it is made into a Horcrux, it becomes an evil black magic item. As long as this As long as things are not destroyed, a part of a person's soul exists, in other words, eternal life."

"I don't think being mentally retarded can achieve the goal of immortality. Obviously, a certain Dark Lord cut his own IQ when he sliced ​​it." Harry sarcastically sarcastically.

"Then we just have to find that thing and destroy it, shall we?" said Professor McGonagall.

"I'll correct you on that." Harry held out a hand and waved it in front of her. "It wasn't it, it was them. There were five of them - an ordinary diary, Gaunt's ring, Hufflepuff's cup, Slytherin's locket, and…"

"The crown of Ravenclaw." He reluctantly said the last item, and when he spoke, a strange feeling spread from the bottom of his heart, like the nostalgia for childhood or an old book, still Anger when something precious is taken away.Just for a moment, the back of a long-haired woman with a crown appeared in his mind, and it was as fleeting as a movie film.

"The way to destroy Horcruxes is Fiendfyre or the fangs of the basilisk." Harry subconsciously ignored the momentary image that emerged in his mind just now, and continued to say to several people: "I suggest that everyone start to study how to use Fiendfyre safely, or Any other way to destroy a Horcrux, because I don't know of a basilisk anywhere."

Basilisk: At your feet, hissing.

"Fiendfyre is a very evil and profound black magic that is difficult to control," said Dumbledore.

"Principal, you are thinking too much. Voldemort knows that I am desperating him, so he will definitely rush to find the horcruxes first. We have to collect all the horcruxes before him. It is said that collecting five horcruxes can be done." To summon a dragon... no, a basilisk?"

"Where is the Horcrux?" Professor McGonagall asked anxiously. After hearing about the characteristics of the Horcrux, the serious lady turned pale.

"Wait." The stimulated Snape pulled his trance from the Horcrux at this moment, realizing a very serious problem. "What did you just say? Say it again?"

"No way, Professor Snape, you also have dementia? Would you like a bottle of deep-sea fish oil, no, your potion is still very good..."

"Shut up, Potter." Snape reprimanded with a dark face. "Repeat what you just said."

Harry glanced at him in surprise, thought for a while and then repeated: "No way, Professor Snape, you're also demented? Would you like a bottle of deep-sea fish oil?"

The blackness around Snape was about to materialize, and even Dumbledore stepped back a bit, stuffed a candy into his mouth, and was about to sit in a row with Professor McGonagall and watch the show.Snape gritted his teeth and said, "I told you to—"

"Is there a problem with what you just said?" Harry asked confused.

In the distant and mysterious eastern country, there is such a method of testing programmers: you find a vegetable market with watermelons and tomatoes, and tell the programmers to buy a watermelon, and if you see tomatoes, buy two.If he buys back a watermelon and two tomatoes, he is not a real programmer.

Real programmers will buy back two watermelons.

Young man, before you were beaten to death by your potions professor, you had the qualifications to be a programmer.

Harry: Remember Huskies?I was originally a programmer.

"Oh, I remembered, three sentences ago, I said 'Headmaster, you are thinking too much. Voldemort knows I am instigating him'..."

"It's right here." Snape's frowning brows loosened again, his eyes became hollow, and those dark pupils were like two bottomless dry wells. "You know Remembrance?" he asked in a flat tone.

"It's all my own people, what kind of Occlumency did you use, and you withdrew it."

Snape: ? ? ?

His expression cracked.

"How do you know I use Occlumency? Why do you use Remembrance?" the Potions professor whispered extremely fast. He looked very nervous, and his pale fingers were hidden in the pockets of the wizard's robe. Harry Bet he's holding a wand.Dumbledore's face also became serious.

A few people's attention was attracted by the urgent matter of Voldemort and the Horcrux just now, and now they were returned by Snapra, realizing a very serious problem.

Soul Repelling is not a magic spell of the level of the Levitating Curse. How did this kid know how to Repel Soul? ? ?

Seeing suspicious eyes gathered towards him, Harry raised his hands and shouted, "I'm really not Voldemort!"

Emmmm......

The look of suspicion grew stronger.

"No, no, I'm not, I'm not!"

The suspicious eyes were as intense as a kilowatt searchlight.

Harry wanted to cry but had no tears: "I'm really Harry Potter... Can I pay ten if I fake it?"

Snape thought: I really don't want to see ten Potters, thank you.

"Then how do you explain that you know so many unlearned spells, even insanity?" Snape had already drawn out his wand and pointed it at Potter, the astonishingly intelligent black man in Slytherin robes in front of him. hair boy.

Not to mention, such a description really looks like Voldemort.

Just not as handsome as a young Voldemort.

Harry: Tighten it up, old man.

"I'm really, really, really not Voldemort." Harry said, pointing to the dirtiest thing in the office - the sorting hat. "If you don't believe me, ask the Sorting Hat. It sorted me into Slytherin in order to retaliate against me for calling it dirty. I wanted to go to Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw would be my best fit. Voldemort, in addition to S Leitlin, where else are you going?"

The Sorting Hat was awakened from its slumber, and it shook its peak like a mouse's whiskers. "What's up?"

"Harry asked you to tell the story of his sorting, to prove that he has no connection with the mysterious man." McGonagall said calmly to the sorting hat.

"Oh, did you ask for it yourself? Harry Potter?" The Sorting Hat asked in amazement, and it immediately explained: "I am bound by a magical contract. Without my permission, I cannot reveal my privacy. You have to allow ?"

"Yes, I allow." Harry finished, and a magical golden thread went out from his fingertips and sank into the Sorting Hat.The boy raised his chin and said confidently to everyone: "I'm really really not—"

"Slytherin!" the Sorting Hat excitedly opened the chatterbox. "Oh, Merlin, you can't imagine anyone better suited for Slytherin than Salazar himself! Clever, very clever--and cunning, calm and determined, with a natural arrogance and respect for the rules of the law." Contempt! Ambitious!"

Harry: I was wrong, I shouldn't have been guilty of these tens of thousands, please stop talking about it, Mr. Sorting Hat.

The Sorting Hat jumped up. "Oh, yes! And—wonderful, wonderful—he can speak Parseltongue! He must be a Slytherin!"

Mag:! ! !

Dumbledore & Snape: Sure enough.

Parseltongue + Descendants of Slytherin = Voldemort

Soul Pianjun: Hey~hey~hey~yeah.

Harry turned around numbly and dully, meeting everyone's eyes that suddenly became serious, fearful, and worried. "That... all judges and observers, will you give the suspect a chance to defend himself?"

"Harry, don't worry." Dumbledore tried to smile kindly. "Stay here and let Snape bring you a snake."

The Potions Master pulled a large flower snake ready to be slaughtered straight from his live potions store, and the snake started hissing as soon as it saw him.

[Little handsome guy, save me!That greasy old man killed several of my brothers.Help me, okay~ The Lun family will be your cow and horse in the future. 】

[Hey, it's disgusting, your male and female? 】Harry began to speak Parseltongue, and everyone present stared at him nervously.

[I hate it~ The Lun family is so hot, it must be a male snake, huh~]

Harry suddenly frowned, with an angry expression on his face: "How dare this potion material insult my dean! It...it actually said that our mature and charming man, Master Snape, who worked hard to make potions, is greasy old man!"

Snape: "..." I've never seen you praise me so much, it's suspicious.

Still, take it and make potions.

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[small theater]

The recording site of the HogwartsTV documentary "Revealing Ancient Magic Items".

"I heard that you can see into the heart of the little wizard, right?"

"Exactly. But when the head of Gryffindor created me, he didn't give me the ability to discern souls... so that..."

"What? Mr. Sorting Hat?"

"I put Harry Potter in the wrong house."

"and then?"

"And then Slytherin died."

The director who graduated from Slytherin silently deleted the scene of the sorting hat.