[HP] Walk in Thorns and Flowers

In the second bedroom of the Lockhart family, the wall lamp at the head of the bed exudes a soft light.The little ferret stepped on the quilt, showing full curiosity about the new place.Its little paws pressed the pillow, and its eyes like small black beans watched the pillow surface bulge up softly like suddenly fermented bread.

It had a great time playing, and couldn't understand its owner's complicated mood at the moment, until it found that what hung next to it were not two glittering gemstones, but a pair of eyes filled with hatred from its owner. Under the big pillow, only the head is exposed and poked around.

"You're fine, you're used to staying anywhere." Christo lay on her side, with her head propped on one hand, her loose blond hair pulled back her shoulders, she stretched out her index finger to tease the little ferret, "You said , what on earth does he want to do?"

The little ferret squinted obediently, letting the master's fingers rub its forehead.Christo didn't expect it to answer either, and stared at the moon-white vase with lavender on the bedside.

The dead of night is the time when it is easy to think wildly.During the day, I pondered over the Horcrux notes all day, and my mind was so tired that I didn't want to think about anything, but everything that happened in the library involuntarily surfaced...

As a result, Christo suffered from insomnia.

From the confession in June to the time when he was with the blonde girl in the middle of the month, to the time when he was hit by black magic for saving her at the end of August, to...to that touching... kiss four days ago.

She suddenly felt a little stuffy in the room.

"Have you seen Miss Greengrass?" she asked in a muffled voice. "If you do, let me know."

The little ferret ignored her.

"If you haven't seen it, just squeak." She felt a little stupid, but fortunately, no one would know if she was hiding this night.

The little ferret still didn't make a sound, but just opened its bean eyes, which were soft and black, like melted chocolate.

Krystal really wanted to instil it.She turned over and looked at the ceiling, the messy thoughts in her heart were entangled, making her unable to accumulate sleepiness at all.She suddenly remembered the parchment that she had swept away that day, sat up with a grunt, and with a wave of her wand, the parchment flew from a pile of notes to her palm.

The handwriting on the parchment is very kind, and the faint fragrance of the ink is also very familiar, but when Christo looked at it, her cheeks puffed up, very good, now she doesn't have to worry about it at all, he likes whoever he likes Who will go.Flames emerged from the tip of the wand, and instantly licked the edges of the parchment brown. Seeing that even the handwriting was about to be ignited, she lifted her eyelids and extinguished the flame.

Forget it, just stay here and remind yourself that Draco is a shameless villain!

She fell heavily back on the bed, and the little ferret jumped up in shock. After a while, it cautiously approached the motionless master, stepped on the soaked dark flowers on the pillow, moved closer, and rubbed the curl with the tip of its nose. curled eyelashes.

"Okay, naughty ghost, stop making trouble." Christo laughed out loud from being tickled, "Don't be like Draco, be careful that I will take you to boil potions."

The little ferret curled up beside her face with half understanding, and patted the pillow lightly with its tail.

The next day, Tracy and Lockhart clearly felt that Christo had changed again.The specific manifestation is that she finished her breakfast quickly without losing her mind halfway.Even the little ferret could feel Christo's single-minded determination to let Voldemort play with firecrackers, so he lay obediently on the mat and didn't bother its owner.

While flipping through the records in his hand, Lockhart looked at Christo, who was sitting upright and extremely focused, and asked in a low voice, "Is there something that I don't know about what happened last night?"

Tracy shook her head. In fact, she has been observing for a long time, "I don't know. When I said good night last night, Keli was not like this. It's all your fault. You taught her Occlumency too well. Now I want to know There is no way."

Lockhart was dumbfounded. Ever since he knew that Kerry was the rebirth of Bonnie Julius, he knew that it wasn't something he taught well, it was inheritance. The ability of a witch who can invent the Forgetting Curse to control her mind must not be underestimated.Besides, "Are you sure that you have the chance to take Remembrance, Kerry will forgive you later."

Tracy was speechless, she really wanted to go back to Hogwarts to meet the culprit, Mr. Malfoy.

Lockhart patted her on the shoulder, "If you care about it, you will be confused. In fact, it's not bad for Keli to be like this."

"She never said anything..."

Lockhart sighed, raised the stack in his hand, "The matter at hand is important." This is the key to when they can get rid of Voldemort and live a normal life with their relatives and friends.

It took a long time, but at the end of October, the result was finally achieved, and it was a joyful result, and the three of them breathed a sigh of relief for the time being.

The information provided to Voldemort by Hogwarts is very limited. If we only follow the content of these books, Voldemort's splitting will undoubtedly waste too much of his power, and the split soul is also very likely to be gradually swallowed by black magic due to lack of protection , the main soul cannot repair itself, and a complete and powerful soul will cause him pain...the sequelae are simply countless.

If Voldemort doesn't ask about this, in fact he can't know more. It is estimated that after 300 years, he will have to disappear in this world. It is a dream to want to harm the deceased for thousands of years.All in all, even if they couldn't solve Voldemort, they still had time to deal with him, which relieved the pressure on Christo a lot.However, 300 years later, only Tracy can witness Voldemort crying stupidly by herself. This is the worst plan, and what they want is now.

"So, what we need to determine is how many pieces the mysterious man divided his soul into." Lockhart thought of Julius' feat, and felt really scary.Trish knows Bonnie so well, it took hundreds of years to get all the Horcruxes together. For Voldemort, who has been like a mystery all his life, if he also split his soul into 47 pieces...

"Gidero, don't look so solemn. I guess there are only seven pieces, that is, six Horcruxes." Christo said firmly.

"Tell me." Tracy looked at her, with the crazy Bonnie in front of her, she felt that the six little ones were pitiful.

"It's very simple. Your friend Tracy just wants to live forever, so to be on the safe side, she will make her own Horcrux as much as possible within the theoretical split number. But, what about Voldemort, he wants to be immortal, but also wants to remain above all The strength above people is actually a trade-off between quantity and quality." Seeing that Tracy and Lockhart showed approval, she continued, "If it were me, I would choose the number seven, and I would take Dumbledore The professor's strength has been estimated, within five to ten is good, and seven is different for us wizards."

Tracy was startled by another sentence of "If it was me", and it took a while to realize that this was just a metaphor.What Christo said was very reasonable, she nodded, "It's tentatively six, and after the diary, there are five left." She dragged a long list, which was the last time she and Loha "The Life of Voldemort" specially fiddled with.On a thin roll of parchment, all they have learned is written down.

"You-Know-Who's mother is one of the last descendants of the Gaunt family, but in Little Hangleton I think we'd better not act rashly. You-Know-Who lives not far from there, and Chloe is negotiating with werewolves in the north, and no one Stare." Tracy's finger slid to the next line, "The orphanage in London is the childhood home of the mysterious man, a real Muggle land, maybe we can go and have a look."

"The mysterious man spent his student days at Hogwarts. Now that he has a diary, I'm afraid he won't put all his eggs in one basket and skip it for now."

"After graduating, he went to Borginbock Black Magic in Flip Lane, which was a bit tricky, but worth a try."

"Afterwards, he went to Germany, the cradle of black magic. Uncle Ferro's specific whereabouts have not been reported yet. Let's try to get the last two places settled before Christmas, shall we?"

"no disagreement."

The three of them made small preparations and began to search for the former orphanage.

Tracy had a lot of people, and it took almost no effort to determine the location.This orphanage was unexpectedly dilapidated, and it was hard to imagine that someone as proud as Voldemort spent his childhood here.

Kristall pulled out quite a few Muggle hairs on the subway.The three disguised themselves as a family of three to visit the dean.

The life of a Muggle is short, and the former old headmaster has long been buried in the dirt.The new dean is the grandson of Mrs. Cole, and they only got a vague memory after repeated inquiries.

"You said that kid, he went to a school far away, and his temper was very weird. I remember a strange middle-aged man who had his nose twisted and broken twice came to him. The purple suit was memorable. profound."

Trish had to use the Time Reduction Curse, and barely discerned from a row of dilapidated small rooms the one where Voldemort had stayed.But they found nothing but graffiti of the sea and decayed toys hidden under the boards.

As a precaution, Lockhart erased the Dean's memory.

Then the three of them searched around the orphanage, as long as they set foot on coasts and reefs similar to those in the painting, they returned empty-handed.

Flipping Lane is more troublesome. Mr. Bojin is very vigilant, and he is a bit soft and hard.Lockhart spent a sum of money to buy a bunch of things that he would never use in his lifetime, and his greasy face was just a little more flattering, but he didn't allow them to find any news about Voldemort, even in the last time In the middle of the chat, the person was kicked out, and the sign of closing for a week was hung up.

Perhaps this cunning store manager has vaguely guessed who Tom Riddle was back then.

The three had no choice but to act violently.Klee made a Polyjuice Potion out of Death Eater hair and finally got him to open the door.Tracey subdued him, got his memories, and Lockhart erased the intrusion from his mind.

But the results of their vigorous efforts are still far from ideal.

In Mr. Bokin's memory, Voldemort was a very good shop assistant. He was handsome, well-spoken, and his ability to please people made him a shop manager. The price was raised several times.Coupled with his great insight, Mr. Bokin very much hopes that he can stay forever.

But in the end, he still resigned. Mr. Bojin felt very sorry, and the memory ended here.

They had no choice but to write down the names of the guests who mentioned in their memory that they had a good relationship with Voldemort. There were five of them in total. Except for Horace Slughorn, the others had already met Merlin early.

Tracy had a headache and announced the news to her subordinates.

Just as they were at an impasse, Kerry received a letter from Mr. McMillan.He has reached an agreement with the werewolf, and he will return to report to Voldemort after the delivery is completed tomorrow.

Tracy glanced at the calendar, and it would be Christmas in five days, and it was time to go to Malfoy Manor.