Who hacked my protagonist

On Christmas Day in 1970, the aged headmaster Armando Dippet resigned from his post as headmaster of Hogwarts due to lack of energy. The respected vice-headmaster Albus Dumbledore witnessed the portraits Next, he made a contract with Hogwarts, and took over the position of headmaster under the expectations of everyone.

It was also on this day that Albus came into contact with the original consciousness of Hogwarts, and with its permission, he had some powers in Hogwarts that could only be used by successive Hogwarts headmasters.

Yes, for thousands of years, Hogwarts has already developed its own independent consciousness, and it quietly watched the development of the wizarding world, like a wise old man.

"You don't seem surprised." The Hogwarts consciousness said in his brain.

"Ah, how should I put it, although you usually hide yourself very well, there are still some traces." Albus smiled gently: "Besides, Hogwarts is really a very magical place, no matter what happens Everything is understandable."

After a while of silence, the voice of Hogwarts rang out with the long precipitation of time: "You are not suitable to be the headmaster of Hogwarts, this is not the place where you should display your talents."

Albus' eyes darkened: "Ah, maybe, but I will try my best to be a good principal."

Hogwarts' voice fell silent and did not sound again.

"Oh, oh, Hogwarts seems to like you very much, more than the Sorting Hat." The brim of the Sorting Hat twisted and said, "When other wizards took over as the headmaster, it just came out to admit Let’s look at the principal’s identity and power, but he has never specifically spoken to anyone.”

Phoenix Fox uttered a pleasant long cry from the side, as if proud of its owner.

"Oh, is that so?" Albus raised the corners of his mouth and stretched his brows. He touched the back of Fox's neck, then smiled and stuffed a chocolate bean into his mouth.

"Of course." The Sorting Hat shook its body proudly: "You know, I am not an ordinary hat, I am the Sorting Hat with thoughts left by Gryffindor."

Albus was eating candy with a smile while listening to the Sorting Hat's chatter. He listened very patiently and nodded in cooperation from time to time. The Sorting Hat was kept in the principal's office all the time. I seldom have the opportunity to contact others, and when I catch the opportunity, I will talk endlessly.

The news that Albus took over as the headmaster of Hogwarts quickly spread. During that time, Hogwarts owls came and went very lively, and the gifts from wizards almost filled the headmaster's office, but maybe it was because This incident seems to be taken for granted. Apart from giving gifts, this incident did not cause any major disturbance in the wizarding world. Even the little wizards in Hogwarts cheered excitedly for a while and then gradually became quiet. down.

During this period, what pleased Albus the most was the kindness from Aberforth. Although the so-called gift brought by the dirty owl was just a bottle of ordinary butter beer, the meaning it represented was different. It made Albus almost cry with emotion.

Albus tenderly stroked the old owl with a tuft of hair missing from its head - he would have missed Aberforth's gift if it weren't for the fact that Aberforth's owl was so conspicuous - and gave It ate some food, carefully took out the butter beer from the package it brought, and put it carefully in the counter in the room, and then opened the letter attached to the package.

As his eyes browsed, Albus put away his joyful and surprised smile, his brows were tightly frowned, and his expression gradually became dignified.

Fawkes spread his wings and landed on Albus's shoulder, then nuzzled his cheek lightly, his low whine tinged with palpable concern.

"Fox, don't worry, I'm fine." Albus raised his hand and touched Fox's head, the expression on his face was still not good-looking.

Aberforth may still be a little awkward in his heart, so the words of blessing at the beginning of the letter are very blunt and polite, and even the occasional thoughtful words are indifferent as if they were incidental. In Albus's opinion, after so many years of indifference As far as he is concerned, Aberforth is happy now that he is willing to soften him a little, and doesn't care about other things.

What shocked him and made him serious was the second half of the letter. Aberforth mentioned in a casual tone that a group of mysterious wizards in black cloaks came to the Pig's Head Bar, and the leader was the one who was supported by everyone. It looked weird, and Aberforth didn't recognize it, but he recognized the wizards who followed him—Noter, Rozier, Mulciber, Dolohov—all of them were Pure blood noble.

Albus put away the letter, pursed his lips tightly, and felt relieved and worried at the same time. He was relieved that Aberforth was still facing him. Maybe he knew something, so he came to inform him specially. Worried But if this continues, Aberforth will be involved in this storm sooner or later, and once the news leaks, with Tom's character, he will never let Aberforth go.

But no matter how much he persuaded, Aberforth just refused to leave Hogsmeade!Albus leaned back in the chair wearily, closed his eyes and pinched his forehead.

Either way, he must pull Aberforth out of this impending storm!

After so many years, Tom Riddle's patience had obviously deteriorated, and shortly after Albus received the news, an appointment letter from the descendant of Slytherin arrived in Albus's office.

The next night, Albus sat in the headmaster's office and welcomed this rare genius in Hogwarts for thousands of years.

When he saw Tom Riddle, Albus admitted that he was surprised. The man in front of him was full of magical power, much stronger than when he graduated, but his appearance was completely different from that of the past. —his face seemed to have been burned, and the features blurred, like wax, grotesquely distorted.The whites of his eyes now seemed permanently bloodshot, and he wore a long black cloak, and his face was as white as snowflakes on his shoulders - he looked like a horrible monster without a trace of the old Slytherin student union. The chairman's magnificent, handsome and charming demeanor.

To distort his appearance into this appearance, and to make his magic power so powerful, Tom Riddle has obviously done some dangerous experiments over the years.

"Good evening, Tom," Dumbledore said relaxedly, "Sit down." He noticed that the man in front of him seemed to frown when he called him, but his haughty character made him not lose his composure, and instead became more polite .

The two important men in the wizarding world seemed to have not seen each other for a long time, but they suddenly met friends at a banquet. The atmosphere was calm and relaxed, and Albus even happily invited this 'friend' to drink a glass of wine.

Tom Riddle took the wine glass, shook it lightly, and suddenly sneered.

"What's the matter, Tom?" Dumbledore looked at him with a smile: "Could it be that your, oh, friends have given you too much wine, so they can't get into your mouth?"

"Of course not." Tom Riddle put his lips close to the wine glass, and took a sip: "I just suddenly remembered something from a long, long time ago."

"Oh, a long time ago?" Albus laughed: "Oh oh oh, let the old man guess, is it the lovely Miss Angel who grew up with you? That child seems to be infatuated with you, you Went to see her?"

Tom Riddle's eyes suddenly turned cold, with a hint of disdain: "How can such a filthy Muggle have the right to let me see her? It's just that she kept whispering in my ears, and suddenly remembered, Heh, an ignorant and self-righteous Mudblood." He looked at the glass in his hand, and then drank the wine in it - although this old man was in the way and an eyesore, he was also Voldemort's opponent after all, and he had tried hard to catch up with him. Dumbledore, who insists that love is more powerful than any magic, will pour veritaserum into the cup all the time?Heh, only this kind of Mudblood who doesn't understand anything can have such an idea.

"Oh, Tom, maybe you can change the wording." Dumbledore frowned slightly: "Mudblood—that's not polite to call you."

Tom Riddle was aware of Albus's stubbornness, and he obviously didn't intend to entangle him because of it, so he didn't answer, but changed the subject: "Don't call me that name, I'm called—"

"I know what you are called." Dumbledore's smile was almost pleasant: "But to me, I'm afraid you will always be Tom Riddle. This is probably one of the annoying things about being a teacher, They never completely forget the student's original situation, haha, I remember you seem to want to change your name when you were at Hogwarts."

Voldemort's eyes narrowed slightly, and he became suspicious. You must know that the only students who knew that he changed his name before he graduated from Hogwarts were the students who were closest to him in Slytherin. Could it be one of them? Who leaked this thing?So will this person still have contact with Dumbledore?

A fierce red light flashed in Voldemort's eyes, and he decided to find out this spy after he went back, and then he would personally give him a dozen Crucifix and an Avada Kedavra to let everyone know The price of betraying Lord Voldemort.

Especially when Albus casually but accurately said the names of the subordinates who came with him, this undoubtedly made him more convinced of his own idea - among the Death Eaters, there must be Dumbledore's spies.

"You still know everything, Dumbledore," said Voldemort coldly.

"Oh, no, it's just that I have a good relationship with the local bartender." Dumbledore said lightly, and then he blinked mischievously: "You know, I have always been very popular, and the lovely wizards are very friendly." Willing to show mercy and talk to this old man like me."

This is a fact. This old guy has a high prestige in the wizarding world. If he wants to ask something, those wizards will never hide it!Voldemort had no doubts about the answer.

However, this reminded him that when the Death Eaters gather in the future, they should choose their own manor as the venue, so as not to reveal the secret. As for the pubs and bars in Hogsmeade Village, it is better not to go.

The author has something to say: I am very upset these days. My Baidu account was stolen. At first I politely left a message on Baidu Zhizhi where he used my account to ask questions, hoping that he would stop using my account—this account I have been using it since my freshman year, and I have feelings for it. As a result, I couldn’t log in directly the next day, saying that the password was wrong. After I clicked on it, not only the password was changed, but the associated email address was also changed. , bastard, do you want to be so arrogant and shameless?To be honest, before this, I never knew that someone stole the original Baidu account.

I feel very depressed now!