Snape controlled the corners of his twitching mouth and waved Harry back to the dormitory.The Boy Who Lived lay tossing and turning in bed at night, and while he was certainly not some sort of Dark Lord, Snape had a point - he was definitely not normal.For Muggle science, even if he is a genius, he still learns from the fact that one plus one equals two, and his mastery of magic is like an innate instinct. Naturally the correct spell was cast.
This is abnormal, very abnormal.It's like he's used these magics countless times before, but he just forgot them temporarily.
Could he have been a wizard in his previous life?
Hey, this sentence pattern seems a bit familiar.
Unbeknownst to Harry, after Snape made sure he was back in the dormitory, he went to find Dumbledore, and several members of the Order of the Phoenix got together for a meeting.
"I've confirmed he's not You-Know-Who," Snape said to Dumbledore.
Dumbledore frowned, looking heavy. "I'm afraid it really has something to do with that prophecy. Severus, you said earlier that the dark dark mark has become clear from time to time recently. He may be coming back, and Harry is the boy who is destined to be his enemy... "
Snape's hands hung at his sides, tightly clenched into fists, the whitening of his knuckles in stark contrast to the black robes.He spoke with difficulty: "What are you going to do?"
Dumbledore was silent.What is he going to do?On one side is an innocent 11-year-old boy, and on the other side is the future and a hope of the wizarding world.
What can Albus do?Albus was also disappointed.
"Come on as planned," said the headmaster at last. "I will send out the Invisibility Cloak on Christmas. When you find a reason to send him to the Forbidden Forest, I will follow him to ensure safety."
Here Albus's abacus is crackling, but who is Harry, let him follow in the footsteps of the plot and get the invisibility cloak to see the dragon sent by Hagrid by the Mirror of Erised and then go to the Forbidden Forest?Impossible--
Harry Potter, who is as skinny as this text, of course went directly to the Forbidden Forest.
Harry didn't know that there was a Voldemort hiding in the Forbidden Forest. The naive boy with the flag standing around looked at the few magic bombs left in his hand, and then took a look at Snape's private medicine store, which he could only see but could not take. , with a few bombs in his left hand and a magic wand in his right, he sneaked into the Forbidden Forest after class.
As night fell, Harry cast a light spell and walked slowly along a narrow path to find herbs.His eyes scanned the bushes next to him, and found some silver-white water droplets hanging on the dark leaves.
mercury? ?Poisonous.
Harry held his breath and observed for a while, the drops of water did not decrease.Non-volatile, very good, not mercury... The curious baby Harry followed the liquid to find it, bypassed a bush, and a clearing appeared in front of him, and he saw a beautiful white hair exuding a pearl-like halo. The animal fell to the ground, stiff and seemingly dead for some time.
unicorn!Harry reacted belatedly, and he couldn't be blamed for it, after all, the young genius Harry was least interested in magical animals.He reacted for a while, and dug out all the information about unicorns in his mind, and remembered that the blood of unicorns has the function of extending life, even if the person is only breathed.But the blood of slain unicorns has such a strong curse that the heinous man who killed them can only continue with a half-dead, cursed life.
Who would be stupid enough to drink unicorn blood?A person who lowered the IQ of the entire wizarding world in his mind suddenly appeared in Harry's mind - Voldemort!
Suddenly a chill rose from the bottom of Harry's heart, he clenched his wand tightly, and then he saw a black figure crawling on the ground, crawling towards the dead unicorn.The hooded mouth approached the fragile neck of the holy animal, sucking the silvery blood.
Harry hadn't had time to extinguish the Light Charm on the tip of his wand when the dark figure noticed him, roaring and lunging at him, and the little wizard immediately called out the Impeding Charm.The shadow stumbled, and for some reason, Harry stumbled at the shadow's clothes and tore them apart.
With the sound of stabbing, Professor Quirrell appeared in the range of the light spell, and the brilliant white light illuminated his white body.Professor Quirrell stood up, with a white unknown liquid (unicorn blood) on his mouth, one hand covering his chest and the other under Harry's surprised gaze...
Simply hot eyes.
"Trash!" A hoarse and terrifying voice sounded. Hearing this voice, Quirrell trembled, and then turned around. A face with a pair of snake-like red eyes.
Hot eyes1.
And no ears.
Hot eyes2.
Still no hair.
Hot eyes3.
This ugly face was on the back, so from Harry's point of view, it was a face with a back, and then Quirrell's two white balls... ahem, buttocks.
Hot eyes10086.
"Who are you?" Harry drew out his wand vigilantly, already having a guess in his mind.
"The Boy Who Lived..." The face spoke, his voice was terrifying and hoarse, with a sharp breath. "I am your enemy."
"Enemy? Oh, Voldemort. Let me just say, you are so ugly, you must be Voldemort." Looking at the magical scene in front of him, Harry felt that his clear and bright eyes had been seriously injured, followed by There was also a sudden headache.
Ah, ugly enough to be a headache.
"How can you still be alive?" His own flag fell down again, and Harry felt not only a terrible headache, but also his face.
"The Dark Lord is immortal." The face declared proudly and terrifyingly: "I have defeated the god of death, and when you poor wretches fall into the arms of the god of death one by one, I will stand on the top and watch you off."
Harry decided that even in front of Voldemort, a patient with secondary illness, he must not change his funny style of painting.The boy endured the sting of the scar on his forehead and showed an indescribable smile.
"What are you and Quirrell playing?"
Voldemort: "Crucio!"
The Cruciatus Curse passed three meters away from Harry, and the boy shrugged: "Wow, Voldemort, you missed the target very well."
"Lord," Quirrell whispered. "You still give me the control of your body, and I will help you eradicate Harry Potter."
A small bottle rolled between Quirrell's legs.
"Incendo." Harry pointed to the vial.The flames burned on the ground, and Voldemort just waved his wand, and the flames disappeared without a trace.
"Conceited boy, do you think a little Burning Curse can do anything to the greatest wizard?" said Voldemort sarcastically. "I could kill you so easily—"
boom!
A powerful burst of magical flames burst out, followed by shattered sharp glass pieces and hot smoke. Quirrell screamed to the sky, and Voldemort was not much better, because he failed to cut off the flames in time. The connection between myself and Quirrell, I really experienced the pain of a certain part being separated by a rotating glass piece.
"Words do what they say." Harry weighed the bomb in his hand and said with a smile.
Quirrell fell down, howled in pain with his legs crossed, and had completely lost his ability to resist.Harry walked over and turned him over with his foot in disgust.The boy held the scar on his forehead and said to Voldemort: "The scar on my head hurts. Since you are the one who caused it, it must be you. It started to hurt as soon as I saw you. I would like to know why. , so I think I can practice some spells on you, such as..."
"Insomnia."
"Insomnia."
"Insomnia."
……
After dozens of sessions of Legilimency, Voldemort's frail, and at the moment, very underwhelming brain finally got the Horcrux thing all figured out.
This is the proper way to cast a spell on an enemy.
Voldemort's Occlumency, you ask?Being stripped naked by a child, being blown up to the sky, and turned into a eunuch, how can you do any kind of Occlumency.
"No wonder it's so stupid, it turned out to be sliced." Harry suddenly realized.
Voldemort silently summoned his wand, bear with it, Potter is a despicable sneak attack, as long as the majestic Dark Lord gets the wand, can't he still beat this brat?
"You stay here and don't move around. I'll study whether the cutting technique is useful for the human body."
"what--"
"Sorry, I cut your face, hey? It can be recovered, let's do it again..."
"Ahhh-"
The man's tragic howl echoed in the grove. Is it the loss of humanity or the degradation of morality?
……
When Dumbledore rushed to the scene of the crime with a group of professors who were crying in anxiety, he saw a tall and thin boy holding a shiny scalpel in the grass, standing in a scorched black and red .beside the naked male body with a smile on his face, trying to cut off the face that grows on the back of his head...
"Ah, Principal Dumbledore, let me introduce you. We have one-sixth Mr. Voldemort in front of us."
Dumbledore: "..."
Voldemort finally couldn't take it anymore, he separated from Quirrell's body, turned into a wisp of ghost, and drifted into the distance in despair, ready to find the next host.
"Come on, Voldemort." Harry waved him.
Dumbledore stood in a row with the professors, his jaw dropped.Is this...the boy of prophecy, Voldemort's enemy?
Suddenly I felt confident.
Harry put his hand out to touch Quirrell's nose, still a little angry. "Send him to Azkaban to recuperate, it's quite pitiful."
Are you sure you are pitying him? ?
"Oh, that's right. I have information to share with you, what hidden place will I talk about it?"
……
Half an hour later, several members of the Order of the Phoenix were sitting in Dumbledore's office. There were all kinds of strange gadgets in the circular room, and there were portraits of previous principals hanging on them.Seeing so many people gathered in the office at once, the principal in the portrait all moved, rushing to join in the fun.
"Harry, what did you just say?" Dumbledore waved his hand, and a pot of honey tea floated over, filling the cup in front of Harry, and the jar containing chocolate and fruit candies shook open.
Harry looked at the sweet in front of him with a face twitching. Instead of picking up the tea, he just picked a mint and stuffed it into his mouth, then dropped a bombshell. "Voldemort made a Horcrux."
This is abnormal, very abnormal.It's like he's used these magics countless times before, but he just forgot them temporarily.
Could he have been a wizard in his previous life?
Hey, this sentence pattern seems a bit familiar.
Unbeknownst to Harry, after Snape made sure he was back in the dormitory, he went to find Dumbledore, and several members of the Order of the Phoenix got together for a meeting.
"I've confirmed he's not You-Know-Who," Snape said to Dumbledore.
Dumbledore frowned, looking heavy. "I'm afraid it really has something to do with that prophecy. Severus, you said earlier that the dark dark mark has become clear from time to time recently. He may be coming back, and Harry is the boy who is destined to be his enemy... "
Snape's hands hung at his sides, tightly clenched into fists, the whitening of his knuckles in stark contrast to the black robes.He spoke with difficulty: "What are you going to do?"
Dumbledore was silent.What is he going to do?On one side is an innocent 11-year-old boy, and on the other side is the future and a hope of the wizarding world.
What can Albus do?Albus was also disappointed.
"Come on as planned," said the headmaster at last. "I will send out the Invisibility Cloak on Christmas. When you find a reason to send him to the Forbidden Forest, I will follow him to ensure safety."
Here Albus's abacus is crackling, but who is Harry, let him follow in the footsteps of the plot and get the invisibility cloak to see the dragon sent by Hagrid by the Mirror of Erised and then go to the Forbidden Forest?Impossible--
Harry Potter, who is as skinny as this text, of course went directly to the Forbidden Forest.
Harry didn't know that there was a Voldemort hiding in the Forbidden Forest. The naive boy with the flag standing around looked at the few magic bombs left in his hand, and then took a look at Snape's private medicine store, which he could only see but could not take. , with a few bombs in his left hand and a magic wand in his right, he sneaked into the Forbidden Forest after class.
As night fell, Harry cast a light spell and walked slowly along a narrow path to find herbs.His eyes scanned the bushes next to him, and found some silver-white water droplets hanging on the dark leaves.
mercury? ?Poisonous.
Harry held his breath and observed for a while, the drops of water did not decrease.Non-volatile, very good, not mercury... The curious baby Harry followed the liquid to find it, bypassed a bush, and a clearing appeared in front of him, and he saw a beautiful white hair exuding a pearl-like halo. The animal fell to the ground, stiff and seemingly dead for some time.
unicorn!Harry reacted belatedly, and he couldn't be blamed for it, after all, the young genius Harry was least interested in magical animals.He reacted for a while, and dug out all the information about unicorns in his mind, and remembered that the blood of unicorns has the function of extending life, even if the person is only breathed.But the blood of slain unicorns has such a strong curse that the heinous man who killed them can only continue with a half-dead, cursed life.
Who would be stupid enough to drink unicorn blood?A person who lowered the IQ of the entire wizarding world in his mind suddenly appeared in Harry's mind - Voldemort!
Suddenly a chill rose from the bottom of Harry's heart, he clenched his wand tightly, and then he saw a black figure crawling on the ground, crawling towards the dead unicorn.The hooded mouth approached the fragile neck of the holy animal, sucking the silvery blood.
Harry hadn't had time to extinguish the Light Charm on the tip of his wand when the dark figure noticed him, roaring and lunging at him, and the little wizard immediately called out the Impeding Charm.The shadow stumbled, and for some reason, Harry stumbled at the shadow's clothes and tore them apart.
With the sound of stabbing, Professor Quirrell appeared in the range of the light spell, and the brilliant white light illuminated his white body.Professor Quirrell stood up, with a white unknown liquid (unicorn blood) on his mouth, one hand covering his chest and the other under Harry's surprised gaze...
Simply hot eyes.
"Trash!" A hoarse and terrifying voice sounded. Hearing this voice, Quirrell trembled, and then turned around. A face with a pair of snake-like red eyes.
Hot eyes1.
And no ears.
Hot eyes2.
Still no hair.
Hot eyes3.
This ugly face was on the back, so from Harry's point of view, it was a face with a back, and then Quirrell's two white balls... ahem, buttocks.
Hot eyes10086.
"Who are you?" Harry drew out his wand vigilantly, already having a guess in his mind.
"The Boy Who Lived..." The face spoke, his voice was terrifying and hoarse, with a sharp breath. "I am your enemy."
"Enemy? Oh, Voldemort. Let me just say, you are so ugly, you must be Voldemort." Looking at the magical scene in front of him, Harry felt that his clear and bright eyes had been seriously injured, followed by There was also a sudden headache.
Ah, ugly enough to be a headache.
"How can you still be alive?" His own flag fell down again, and Harry felt not only a terrible headache, but also his face.
"The Dark Lord is immortal." The face declared proudly and terrifyingly: "I have defeated the god of death, and when you poor wretches fall into the arms of the god of death one by one, I will stand on the top and watch you off."
Harry decided that even in front of Voldemort, a patient with secondary illness, he must not change his funny style of painting.The boy endured the sting of the scar on his forehead and showed an indescribable smile.
"What are you and Quirrell playing?"
Voldemort: "Crucio!"
The Cruciatus Curse passed three meters away from Harry, and the boy shrugged: "Wow, Voldemort, you missed the target very well."
"Lord," Quirrell whispered. "You still give me the control of your body, and I will help you eradicate Harry Potter."
A small bottle rolled between Quirrell's legs.
"Incendo." Harry pointed to the vial.The flames burned on the ground, and Voldemort just waved his wand, and the flames disappeared without a trace.
"Conceited boy, do you think a little Burning Curse can do anything to the greatest wizard?" said Voldemort sarcastically. "I could kill you so easily—"
boom!
A powerful burst of magical flames burst out, followed by shattered sharp glass pieces and hot smoke. Quirrell screamed to the sky, and Voldemort was not much better, because he failed to cut off the flames in time. The connection between myself and Quirrell, I really experienced the pain of a certain part being separated by a rotating glass piece.
"Words do what they say." Harry weighed the bomb in his hand and said with a smile.
Quirrell fell down, howled in pain with his legs crossed, and had completely lost his ability to resist.Harry walked over and turned him over with his foot in disgust.The boy held the scar on his forehead and said to Voldemort: "The scar on my head hurts. Since you are the one who caused it, it must be you. It started to hurt as soon as I saw you. I would like to know why. , so I think I can practice some spells on you, such as..."
"Insomnia."
"Insomnia."
"Insomnia."
……
After dozens of sessions of Legilimency, Voldemort's frail, and at the moment, very underwhelming brain finally got the Horcrux thing all figured out.
This is the proper way to cast a spell on an enemy.
Voldemort's Occlumency, you ask?Being stripped naked by a child, being blown up to the sky, and turned into a eunuch, how can you do any kind of Occlumency.
"No wonder it's so stupid, it turned out to be sliced." Harry suddenly realized.
Voldemort silently summoned his wand, bear with it, Potter is a despicable sneak attack, as long as the majestic Dark Lord gets the wand, can't he still beat this brat?
"You stay here and don't move around. I'll study whether the cutting technique is useful for the human body."
"what--"
"Sorry, I cut your face, hey? It can be recovered, let's do it again..."
"Ahhh-"
The man's tragic howl echoed in the grove. Is it the loss of humanity or the degradation of morality?
……
When Dumbledore rushed to the scene of the crime with a group of professors who were crying in anxiety, he saw a tall and thin boy holding a shiny scalpel in the grass, standing in a scorched black and red .beside the naked male body with a smile on his face, trying to cut off the face that grows on the back of his head...
"Ah, Principal Dumbledore, let me introduce you. We have one-sixth Mr. Voldemort in front of us."
Dumbledore: "..."
Voldemort finally couldn't take it anymore, he separated from Quirrell's body, turned into a wisp of ghost, and drifted into the distance in despair, ready to find the next host.
"Come on, Voldemort." Harry waved him.
Dumbledore stood in a row with the professors, his jaw dropped.Is this...the boy of prophecy, Voldemort's enemy?
Suddenly I felt confident.
Harry put his hand out to touch Quirrell's nose, still a little angry. "Send him to Azkaban to recuperate, it's quite pitiful."
Are you sure you are pitying him? ?
"Oh, that's right. I have information to share with you, what hidden place will I talk about it?"
……
Half an hour later, several members of the Order of the Phoenix were sitting in Dumbledore's office. There were all kinds of strange gadgets in the circular room, and there were portraits of previous principals hanging on them.Seeing so many people gathered in the office at once, the principal in the portrait all moved, rushing to join in the fun.
"Harry, what did you just say?" Dumbledore waved his hand, and a pot of honey tea floated over, filling the cup in front of Harry, and the jar containing chocolate and fruit candies shook open.
Harry looked at the sweet in front of him with a face twitching. Instead of picking up the tea, he just picked a mint and stuffed it into his mouth, then dropped a bombshell. "Voldemort made a Horcrux."
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