eudora clement hp

After the competition, Harry only relaxed for more than a week before being carried by Eudora to continue training. In order to survive the third competition successfully, Eudora said so, although no one He understood what this sentence meant, but Harry still returned to the miserable life before the Triwizard Tournament under Draco's extremely approving eyes.

After being knocked away by spells countless times, and getting up from the dusty floor, Harry finally expressed his dissatisfaction...

"Eudora, can you stop throwing me so far every time, you know, although you have taken a lot of protective measures, it really hurts when you fall..." Harry rubbed his butt helplessly , Looking around for a week, his eyes fell on the abandoned tables and chairs piled aside, well, it was so broken that the prototype could not be seen.It was his masterpiece when he was practicing the Shattering Curse. It just so happened that neither Yudora nor he wanted to restore the table and chairs, so they just let them pile up there. "And don't you think it seems a little too small here?"

"Too small?" Eudora tilted her head and looked at it. Indeed, as if the fall was not enjoyable enough, she nodded and looked at Harry thoughtfully, "Come with me."

After discovering that Eudora took him directly to the mysterious room on the eighth floor that he had visited before, Harry looked at her in surprise, "I thought it was a room similar to a banquet hall, used to practice spells Is it really good? And why is that door missing..."

"The Room of Requirement, think of the room you need, and then walk back and forth three times, you can try." Eudora pointed to the corridor between the tapestry of Barnabas the Dork training the dwarves to dance the ballet and the human-sized vase , just stood aside and watched Harry walk over with a curious expression on his face, walking back and forth while muttering words.

"Wow! It really appeared! And this door is different!" Harry exclaimed in surprise, walked to the door with a surprised face, held the doorknob, turned to look at Eudora, "Go in and have a look?"

"What are you thinking?" Eudora shrugged indifferently, followed Harry into the room full of various sundries, which looked like an abandoned storage room...

"A hiding place... I thought it would turn out something interesting..." Harry stood in a small open space at the entrance, looking embarrassed at the pile of objects.

"...It's really interesting..." Eudora narrowed her eyes, walked towards the debris pile with a clear goal, waved her wand and used the floating spell to move one thing after another, and finally locked her sight on a On top of the diadem that looked very old, this was an inconspicuous diadem covered with dust, at least in Harry's eyes, and I don't know how Eudora found this in a pile of things.

"Does this tiara look special?" Harry said as he wanted to reach out and take it over for a closer look, but the moment before he touched the diadem, Eudora fixed it there with a petrification spell.

"Don't move around, Potter, you don't want to know what the consequences will be. Can't you feel the strong fluctuations of black magic on it?" Eudora turned her head and found a small box at random, and cast the levitation spell on it. Controlling the diadem, he put it into the box, covered it with a "snap", and walked a few steps as if remembering something, looked at Harry unapologetically, "Oh, sorry, I almost forgot , the curse immediately stops."

"Huh... can't you just remind me?" Harry helplessly withdrew his outstretched hand.

"...I'm used to it." Eudora paused for a moment before remembering that she still had to open her mouth to stop this choice... But what if Potter still reached out to touch the diadem after he opened his mouth?Sure enough, the petrification curse is better!

Harry twitched the corner of his mouth, he knew it was so!When practicing spells, he would always be thrown to various corners, and every time he was about to hit the pile of sharp wood fragments, he would be "ruthlessly" petrified by Eudora in various strange postures. There, and then "bang" into the woodpile.Because she said that the petrification curse seems to be the most convenient spell in that situation, it will neither hurt nor feel pain, but isn’t there also the Iron Armor Curse... Gradually he also started to get used to it, so I say get used to it. It's really a scary thing...

"I'm going to the principal's office, do you want to follow?" Eudora turned to look at Harry. After all, he is also one of the parties involved. Some things should be mentioned to him, such as some things about Voldemort. matter.

"Is it possible? I mean, didn't Principal Dumbledore always say that we are still young, and there are some things that we can't know..." Harry looked at her in surprise, he was ready to go The library is looking for Hermione and the others.

"I think you can still know, after all, it has something to do with you." Eudora looked at the box in her hand meaningfully. This familiar evil atmosphere was very similar to the diary she encountered in the second grade. Originally, the looming aura on Harry's body.

"Oh, well, I'll go with you." Harry nodded vigorously, with expectations in his eyes, although he faintly felt that this should not be a good thing, but if he can really learn something after waiting, it means that he It has grown to the point where it can be recognized, hasn't it?This should be something to be proud of!

……

Mr. Principal looked at Eudora and Harry who walked in from the outside with some surprises. As soon as the two entered the door, he found something wrong, which was——

"Oh, Eudora, good afternoon, Harry." Mr. Principal walked towards the two, his eyes fixed on the box in Eudora's hand, "This is..."

Eudora handed the box forward, and after the headmaster took it, she said unabashedly, "This is Voldemort."

Harry looked at the two in a daze:? ? ? ? ?Voldemort? ? ? ?This locket is Voldemort? ? ? ?

"Cough..." Mr. Principal looked at her helplessly, and let the two of them find a place to sit down. He walked to the desk, opened the wooden box cautiously, and inspected it carefully with his magic wand, "Well, It was him."

Harry:? ? ? ? ?

Perhaps because the shock and doubts on Harry's face were too obvious, Mr. Principal looked at him with a smile, and explained simply, "This is an extremely evil magic that splits the soul by killing people." , to attach the separated soul fragments to something... He thought that by doing so, he would be able to obtain immortality, but in fact, all he could obtain in the end was destruction."

"...So there is a part of Voldemort's soul on it?" Harry's eyes widened, a little unbelievable, but he found it easy to understand. If that person is Voldemort, he should be able to do anything to achieve his goal. come out...

"Yes, this is already what we can find, the fourth soul besides the main soul, oh, it should be the fifth..." Mr. Principal glanced at Harry's forehead indistinctly, and said His tone was fairly relaxed.

"Huh!" The flame in the fireplace suddenly turned green and sprang up, and a familiar voice came from there, "Albus, if it's convenient, please come here, there is new news over there... ..."

Mr. Principal put his head into the flames and said, "Okay, I still have a little matter to deal with here, and I will go there as soon as I finish."

"Hey, since you still have something to do, Headmaster Dumbledore, let's go first." Harry stood up with a pale face. The incident just now had a great impact on him, and it actually cut his soul!This is really...Harry stopped shortly after walking out of the principal's office, looked back at Eudora and asked in a difficult tone, "So...the diary of the second grade, yes, also Part of Voldemort's soul?"

"Yes." Eudora nodded, and your forehead.

"Phew... this is really unbelievable..." Harry took a deep breath to calm himself down, "Eh, I shouldn't tell anyone about this... Draco and the others..."

"You can briefly mention it to them." Eudora tilted her head indifferently. Anyway, Harry didn't know much. It was the old man's voice just now. If there is any new news, it should also be about Voldemort, right? Dora counted with her fingers, a diary, a Hufflepuff gold cup, a soul-returning stone ring passed down from the Gaunt family, a Potter and the Ravenclaw tiara just found. Both are things left by the founder of the academy. The Gryffindor sword has been confirmed, so could the Slytherin locket that has disappeared for a long time also be a Horcrux?

……

"Have you found any new news?" Mr. Principal came to the Clement family directly through the fireplace after seeing off Eudora and the two, still holding the wooden box that Eudora had just handed over to him, " Speaking of which, I just got the same thing, the Ravenclaw diadem."

"The crown of Ravenclaw is also a Horcrux?" The old man frowned, glanced at it and put it aside, and passed the news he just received, "The people we sent to monitor got new news, Voldemort got news about the Triwizard Tournament from the long-lost female member of the Ministry of Magic in the Albanian jungle. After repeated confirmation, the inseparable boa constrictor with him seems to have also been made into a Horcrux. The soul was split again... that is to say, his remaining sanity is almost gone, and he is simply a lunatic."

"There is one more goal to be solved..." Mr. Principal put down the parchment in his hand with a solemn expression, "Based on the information collected so far, Slytherin's pendant box is very likely to be one of the Horcruxes, If only Gryffindor could summon the Gryffindor sword, maybe that would be one of his goals..."

"But the question is, where will he hide? Besides Malfoy and Lestrange, does Voldemort have any subordinates who can be trusted?" Voldemort is gone.

"Slightly trustworthy subordinates..." Mr. Headmaster went through all the members of the Death Eaters he knew, "it can't be Severus, then... it seems that only the Black family, the one who is pure about maintaining blood The paranoid Black family is almost crazy, except for Sirius, their whole family almost crazily worships Voldemort."

"Blake?"

"Hiss...Speaking of which, Sirius' younger brother also seems to have mysteriously disappeared at some point, could it be related to this incident?" Mr. Principal looked at the crown in front of him thoughtfully, carefully After recalling it for a while, I found that I didn't seem to have any impression of that little Black, "Maybe I need to ask Malfoy."

"Huh? It's not too late, we'll go find him now." The old man stood up "swish", walked to the fireplace, grabbed a handful of floo powder and threw it in, greeted the people at Malfoy Manor, and then He dragged Mr. Principal into the fire and disappeared into the fireplace.