[Comprehensive HP] In the name of darkness

"S-Professor Snape!" Neville looked at the people in the classroom, as if his throat was stuck.Harry had expected it and bowed to Snape.Hermione's lips were tightly pursed, a little nervous, while Ron, who was added later, was already pale.

Ron stepped back slightly, regretting that he had to join in at this moment.

Snape looked at the four little trolls in front of him, his face was very ugly.Did Dumbledore actually want second year kids to be trained, did he think they were all Harry?

"Until you have enough brains, I won't teach you any combat spells." Snape looked darkly, and looked at the expressions on the faces of the four children in turn, and found that except for Hermione, who was obviously relieved, In addition, the remaining three little monsters are all a little disappointed, but to different degrees.

Seeing that Snape's face darkened again, Harry shrank his neck.He really wants to learn battle spells from Snape, because Lupine has been bragging about Snape's fighting skills to him, and the people who make Nagini never forget, of course, not only bring acromanders, but of course most It's because of the giant eight-eyed spider.

"What you need to learn is how to be a wizard." Snape looked at the pouting Harry, feeling helpless. Sooner or later, the child would have problems, and he couldn't imagine the consequences.

"Wizards are not just about releasing spells and making potions. As masters of a kind of power, you must know what this power will bring you, and what you need to pay." Snape looked into his eyes The shining Hermione, perhaps the only one of the four children who is curious about magic is her.

Three hours later, before the curfew, Harry and the others left the empty classroom. Two of them were thoughtful, one was a little confused, and Hermione was the most excited.

"Harry, you don't have homework, right?" Hermione looked at the tangled Harry with interest, and with one sentence called the two who were thinking back to reality.

"Huh? Well, what's the matter?" Harry also came back to his senses, looked at Hermione, "You, finished writing?"

Hermione nodded, "I think we can exchange notes tomorrow. Of course, yours may be more detailed than mine, because I'm not very transparent."

"Okay, I also need a reference from another angle." Harry smiled, Hermione's amazing.Sometimes Slytherins don't want to believe that Hermione is really Muggle-born.

Neville and Ron looked at each other, "Hermione~"

Back in the dormitory, Harry looked at Draco who had crawled into his bed and fell asleep, what happened to him?Can't sleep in your own bed?

Yige flew over quietly and brought a letter.Harry rubbed his head and went to the desk to read.The address of the orphanage he was looking for during the summer vacation, because the orphanage that year had been demolished, so they could only start looking for people who might still be alive. Although Harry used the blood slaves to help, there was still very little information.

This is the second letter after school started, but I still haven't found it.There were so few people back then, Harry sighed, one of Voldemort's Horcruxes was his Muggle diary, and the others might still be related to his Muggle life.But now there was no information at all, not even his origin, Slytherin blood—Harry looked up sharply.

[Do you know where the descendants of Slytherin live? ] Harry asked the green snake on his wrist while injecting some magic to tickle it.This snake is really, really hard to use!Harry protested in his heart, but the offspring of the green python who consciously accepted the alchemy experiment had some tempers that were acceptable.

【Know. 】The green snake turned around, as if stretching itself, and then stopped talking.

[Tell me where. 】Harry raised his eyebrows, this guy.

[You didn't say please. 】The green snake greedily absorbed the magic power injected from Harry, delaying time.

【Please tell me, where do they live? 】Harry's tone was calm, try to be as calm as possible.

[Little Hanton Village] The green snake twisted its body and returned to the shape of a bracelet.

Harry wrote the reply letter and asked them to go to the village of Little Hunton to find out. Whether it was Slytherin's house or his father, as long as they knew Voldemort's trajectory, they could know his goals and actions. After all, Voldemort really After rising, no one can know his whereabouts.

Harry once thought about asking Dumbledore, but he felt that even Dumbledore did not fully understand Voldemort, especially the homework Voldemort did in the nobles' homes. There are many records about curses and soul magic in the collections of those nobles. And the Horcrux is one of them.

If Dumbledore knew about the Horcrux, there must be more traces of the clues he can find now.

Harry let Ige go, and was considering whether to use the people of Blackstone. After all, the funds he had now were not enough to issue a few missions.Moreover, he really needs to consider the issue of news. Dumbledore's news will not let him know for a while. If he relies entirely on the news from the nobles, he will probably be deceived soon.

He had to come up with news and people who could overwhelm them.Except for the blood slaves, that is—people from the school.Harry looked at Yige who came back, how could people from the school take advantage of it?They are just students, it is impossible, no, there are also graduates, he is now in the second grade, and except for the last seventh grade, he has mixed well with people from the four major colleges.

For the rest, Harry put Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix aside, the nobles, he needed one more, to contain their power.

Harry wrote Blackstone, Roland, and mercenaries on paper, but these three were not sufficiently related to Voldemort. If they wanted to use them, they had to start from scratch.

Moreover, Harry didn't want to owe Roland any more favors, and both Blackstone and the mercenaries needed a lot of financial support.In particular, if Harry wanted a group of outside powers that belonged only to him, it was not just a question of money.Can he ask Zhongwan to train him a batch?Harry thought about it for a while and then gave up, it was too expensive.

Harry took out the two medals. Although they had titles, they were Hallet, not him. If those little princes and princesses wanted to use them, Harry calculated the time and difficulty, and assigned them to the phoenix. The society is still far away.

Lying on the table, Harry thought of a group of people, but this group of people would not be easily subdued.

Shaking his head, Harry climbed from the end of the bed to the inner side of the bed, the pillow Draco leaned over automatically, Harry closed his eyes, well, he is a little used to having a soft doll in his arms now, although he cannot sleep deeply, but it is very soft good smell.

"Do you know why?" Roland looked at Harry who was checking the information from the opposite side of the double-sided mirror. It was the first time he used this wizard thing, and he just came to ask Harry if those blood slaves were obedient.But Harry was used to nagging Roland about unimportant things.

"Why?" Harry raised his eyebrows, chatting with a blood race in the first area, is there any weirder existence than him?

"That brat probably thinks you are a knight." Roland tapped his fingers on the double-sided mirror, which was sent by Harry, because Iggy was too busy to send messages to their chats.

"Knight? I look like a dragon slayer?" Harry chuckled, copying down the characteristics of Black Marsh.

"Also, he drank your blood, which is equivalent to the source of his power, and he has a sense of mission dependence." Roland shrugged, "How do you think my blood slave is fed?"

"Didn't you say that inner blood doesn't have this effect?" Harry paused for a moment, and the ink dripped out.

"Really not." Roland blinked. "Relax, you have to feed him at least one liter before he can become a slave of power. Remember, he is not a slave of blood."

"Get out." Harry looked at Roland who was out of shape, Malfoy, that's Malfoy, what's the point of becoming a slave who has no self-consciousness and cannot betray.

"Tsk tsk." Roland shook his head, "I think you also value that brat, why don't you mark it—"

"And let his dad kill me?" Harry interrupted. "I needed a partner, and Draco was just right."

"Nonsense, your eyes were wrong when that kid was protecting you last time, you definitely thought about it." Roland thought of Harry's near-dying state last time.

"There was, but not now." Harry shrugged. "He has a child-control dad who has learned from the past."

"Excuse." Roland broke Harry's words, and then said, "When you first met him, you should have known that he had a child-controlling father who had learned from the past."

"So what?" Harry cheated, but Roland never spoiled him.

"Nothing, just to expose a kid's pet-loving psychology. Your novelty will make you regret it, so you'd better hurry up and change your thinking." Roland raised his eyebrows.Harry stared. "I don't need a pet."

"Yes, you only need little Malfoy. He is obedient, smart, loyal, and protects the Lord." Roland looked at the black smoke on the double-sided mirror, Satan's anger.

Harry threw the ruined double-way mirror aside, he never kept Draco as a pet, why did Voldemort and Roland both say that?

Harry, who didn't know how to express his love since he was a child, was in a daze in the community.

"Harry, notes." On the dining table, Hermione put a roll of parchment in front of Harry, Harry picked up the parchment with his left hand, and took out another roll from the schoolbag behind him with his right hand, "Some of them I wrote in the book For the copied things, the notes are at the end."

"Okay." Hermione returned to her girlfriend with the parchment.Ron had dark circles under his eyes, and Neville yawned as he ate his breakfast, "How do you keep your energy up?"

"Interest is the energy of action." Harry blinked, and then saw Wood who was about to talk to him, "I will not forget to participate in the selection, don't worry."

"Merlin, you still have to go to Quidditch!" Ron said in surprise, "You will miss class." Harry blinked, "No, trust me."

"I don't think Professor McGonagall will grant you a Time-Turner." Neville gave up chewing muffins and started drinking pumpkin juice.

"But Professor Flitwick will." Harry smiled, "Shh."

"Privilege of a good student." Neville drank pumpkin juice and started to catch up on sleep before class.Harry shrugged, they had to get used to it sooner or later.

At the Slytherin table, Draco looked at Urquhart, "All second years will be auditioning, no problem?"

Urquhart blinked, he's graduating soon, he wants to skip a grade, this second grade class can attract a lot of attention, if there is something unexpected about playing, uh, you can still have two.