[hp] I like your unexpected arrival

Code of War XIV.

The Sorting Hat was bored listening to Albert Waughlin talking about his great feat of scaring the banned Gryffindors in the middle of the night, and spit out a bubble, "You have said it the sixth time, Adam .”

But it's just a hat, and it's only at the sorting ceremony every year that I can come out and sing a song to show myself, and usually I can only listen to these portraits and brag about my life honestly.

It looked at the crack of the door.

"What are we going to kick out?" Phineas, who was voted the most hated headmaster at Hogwarts, was right next to Adalbert.Nigellus was talking.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that Dumbledore is the only one who chased him away. After all, this guy has always been talkative and arrogant, and his arrogance as Black is not less after his death.

The Sorting Hat kindly didn't remind him.

Just across the wall, Dumbledore looked at the unexpected visitor, "Need a drink?" He put sugar in the honey tea.

Chaos glanced at Fox, the red phoenix was still licking its feathers.

"You still look the same, Dumbledore," Chaos said.

"You seem to have changed a lot, Mr. Finola." The white-haired old man didn't care that he was being spoken in such a tone, and smiled.

Chaos withdrew his gaze, and he liked to say things straightforwardly, "I want to do a big thing, which is related to what you are worried about."

Dumbledore put down his teacup and looked at him uncharacteristically serious, his blue eyes staring at the young man, "This is very dangerous."

Chaos snorted lightly, "Of course I know, so I'm here to ask you... To be honest, of course I don't want to come to you, but I'm afraid I'm going to never return this time."

Dumbledore said nothing.

"Slughorn can't be counted on, but I can convince myself to trust you." Chaos looked at him squarely, "I have a wife and child, I believe she will become a wizard, and all this will be exposed in seven years, no matter what Either party will trouble her, I don't need you to ensure their safety, but you must ensure that you will not threaten them."

Dumbledore took off his glasses.

"You sound like you're leaving a last word, Mr. Finola." He put on his glasses again, and said slowly.

The teacup ignited smoke, and Chaos looked down there, "I know better than anyone that this matter is dangerous enough."

He put on a wizard hat.

Dumbledore found that his ring finger had the marks of a long-term ring, his wizard robe was very loose, and the thin chain around his neck was very conspicuous.

There is a ring hanging there.

This was the last time Dumbledore saw Chaos Finola, the Slytherin.

He has never been figured out.

At the age of 15, he became the head of the Finola family. At the age of 29, he disappeared from the wizarding world. At the age of 33, he had a four-year-old daughter with Muggles and gave up the position of head of the house to his young nephew.

There are many human bones on the outskirts of the Albanian forest.

Chaos looked around cautiously, and sat down after setting up the enchantment. He sighed helplessly, "How long are you going to rely on me? Brat."

It was an immature wolf with an injured right leg. Chaos couldn't stand its expression, so he finally bandaged it with healing potions.

As a result, the little wolf was unwilling to leave.

It shook its fur, licked its hands, and ran out of the barrier. Not long after, it held the rabbit in its mouth and eagerly smelled where he was.

Chaos saw it bumping back and forth, but reluctantly closed the barrier, and the little wolf ran in happily wagging its tail, and threw the rabbit in front of him.

He scratched its chin, which made the pup squint comfortably.

"I have something to do," he said.

The little wolf couldn't understand at all, and rolled on the ground.

The Albanian forest was too big, and he might not even be able to find the crown that the man couldn't find, so he asked the bloody Baro.

The story of him and Helena was very popular among Slytherins, and that person would not be able to enter Hogwarts, but Chaos was not prepared to pass up this opportunity.

Chaos took a sip of the potion and took out a map from his pocket.

Time is running out.

He still doesn't know if that person has found Ravenclaw's diadem. The only sure news is that someone saw him in the Soviet Union three days ago, and this is the only chance Chaos can grasp.

He'd have to find Ravenclaw's diadem first, where it was waiting for him, and deal him the death blow as he tore his soul apart.

Chaos stood up again.

The little wolf was drowsy, and when he saw him standing up, he got up cleverly and looked at him without blinking.

It called out.

Chaos walked without looking back.

It's still barking.

Chaos rubbed the bridge of his nose, and ran back to pick up the little boy with a headache, "Don't make me abandon you, can you? Can't we be lucky?"

But they ended up walking together.

Chaos walked all night before arriving near the location mentioned by Bloodman Baron. Ravenclaw's diadem was in a very hidden place. He escaped several black magic circles before finding it under a rock behind a tree.

The little wolf obviously knew that this was a dangerous thing, and howled restlessly.

Chaos bit his own hand.

He often reads black magic books and knows that there is a blood tracing spell. Chaos lowered his eyes to see that Ravenclaw's crown was stained with his own blood, and he finally let go of his heart.

If that person hadn't spent most of his time in the Soviet Union looking for the diary, he would never have found Ravenclaw's diadem so easily.

The next step is to wait for him.

Chaos was heaving a sigh of relief when he suddenly heard the howling of a wolf, he turned his head suddenly, his dark blue pupils shrank because of the sudden green light.

Almost instantly.

Chaos crashed into a tree, he gritted his teeth and stood up, quickly took out the wizard staff from his pocket, he was extremely skilled in silent spells, and within a few seconds he threw out the spell, aiming at the people who were coming here .

There are six werewolves.

There is a werewolf tribe in the Albanian forest, but Chaos just didn't expect that the werewolf, who has always been independent, would agree to be that person's subordinate.

He immediately jumped up on the ground, the little wolf stared at the group of werewolves vigilantly, and instinctively told it that the group of monsters were dangerous.

Chaos lifted it up.

Ravenclaw's diadem hadn't been what it had been for a long time. It was dull and festering, stained in the dirt, just like ordinary things.

The werewolves gradually approached them, and Chaos escaped their attacks. The years of Muggle life did not make him lose the ability to use black magic. Chaos threw the little wolf out and jumped on the back of a werewolf , recite the mantra again.

The werewolf screamed.

He used "Blazing Flame" again, and the terrain of the Albanian forest made it burn immediately. The werewolves were afraid of fire, and they backed up several steps.

Today is not a full moon.

Chaos was still staring at them with his wizard staff, and soon he realized that something was wrong.

Since there are werewolves wandering here, it means that that person has searched for Ravenclaw's diadem here... Then...

Caractacus Bork is lying.

It's damn old.

Chaos heard the painful cry of the wolf in the next second.

He turned around and saw a pair of scarlet eyes.

His foot stepped on the little wolf's tail, and Chaos stared at him closely, "It's so frustrating to me, you are really unscrupulous in order to lure me out."

The man smiled instead of anger, "You are the first servant to run away from me, Chaos, to be honest, I admire you very much."

It's like they're back in 1944.

Ares Finola died in an accident, and this man told him so at his funeral.

"I appreciate you, Chaos, I'm just talking about terms."

So, in 1946, he helped him with the aftermath of the death of Hepzibah Smith.

This guy can think of what will happen two years later, and it is reasonable to have Selwyn find him after planning all this.

"Let me guess, is this your pet? Chaos." He said with great interest, "I didn't expect you to like this boring creature ten years later."

More than ten years ago, the Chaos Finola who bravely broke into Gryffindor Tower to destroy his plan and burned the acromantula had left a deep impression on him.

If that giant Rubeus Hagrid hadn't been stupid enough to run into the flames to save his acromant, he'd have had another plan.

So the result of this incident became that Tom Riddle, who reported meritorious deeds, and Chaos Finola, who successfully prevented the acromant from hurting people, won the Special Contribution Award in 1942.

"It's because you think too much, I won't move even if you kill it." Chaos lazily raised his eyelids.

The pup, still struggling to get his tail out, is just five months old, and species competition in the Albanian forest left him early.

This is a very ordinary wolf.

He's not a magical animal, or a magically pure wizard's pet, it's just an ordinary wolf.

Chaos clenched his hands under the sleeves.

The man held out his wizard's staff, and the diadem behind them floated in the air, and the scarlet eyes were fixed on him again.

He's good at persuading, but only if he's talking to a Slytherin.

"Do you really think you can live forever? Tom Riddle." He said the name.

Chaos felt overwhelming killing intent.

That man didn't want to mention his former self, he hated the Muggle name of Riddle, he deliberately led Slytherin to believe that he was Gaunt's direct descendant, used Parseltongue to convince them that he was pure blood, and drained his uncle Gaunt The last bit of benefit made the elders of the pure-blood family recognize his existence.

No one knew that he was a half-breed, the product of a love potion.

He was still afraid that one day he would be exposed, so he changed his name - Voldemort, he used the name of the descendant of Slytherin to expand his power.

It had been so many years that even he himself had forgotten the name.

Chaos jerked at him.

With blood as a contract.

There was a green light in front of his eyes, Chaos had his left arm cut off, blood was scattered on the ground, and he fell to his knees.

The arm fell limply to the ground.

Ravenclaw's diadem began to glow.

Voldemort realized what had happened, and the wolf cub gripped his wizard robes, disgusted at the feeling, and kicked the beast.

The wolf whimpered and fell beside Chaos.

It was at this moment that the contract was established.

Chaos couldn't hold back such strong magic power, he vomited blood suddenly, and his body twitched.

The tearing of the soul is a painful process that cannot be stopped.

He gritted his teeth, raised his eyes, and smiled.

The limbs of this black-haired man were completely useless. He was tortured by the Cruciatus Curse again and again, and half of his body was torn off in just a few seconds.

Those scarlet eyes were full of murderous intent, he was like a devil from hell, and he had been crazily using evil spells on him.

He cannot use Avada Kedavra to kill him instantly.

The contract worked, and Chaos tied his soul fragments with the soul fragments he placed on Ravenclaw's crown. If Chaos was killed by him, the soul would also bounce back and kill him. Fragment of the Ravenclaw diadem.

Therefore, he can only let him fend for himself.

It was the second time he had tasted failure with the young man.

Damn.

Damn it.

He left Chaos with his last breath and looked at him coldly.

The dark-haired man was already muddy from top to bottom, the wolf cub had passed out, and they would soon be food for Albanian forest griffins.

Voldemort is gone, wearing the Ravenclaw diadem.

Chaos held his eyelids tightly, he couldn't see for a long time, the little wolf woke up soon, it licked his face anxiously, they were already surrounded by werewolves.

A badly injured wizard who couldn't even hold his wand steady, and a wolf who had no magic power at all.

Voldemort did not believe at all that they would make it out of the Albanian forest alive.

Chaos moved his hands.

His mouth was split open, and the blood kept flowing, and the little wolf licked his wound eagerly, and kept spinning.

With the last of his strength, he raised the wizard staff, pointed the tip of the staff at himself, and retrieved those memories.

The use of black magic again made his heart skip a beat, and Chaos almost lost his grip on the wizard staff.

The silver memory thread slowly entered the little wolf's head, and its body screamed instinctively, resisting and trying to adapt to those unfamiliar memories.

The werewolf slowly approached.

The skin on his whole body was rotten, and the flesh on his face had been torn apart, which made him laugh hideously.

"Thank you." He said hoarsely.

The blood was attracted by the last magic power and turned into a formation.

A burst of light.

The werewolves subconsciously covered their eyes, and they opened them again. Only the bloody body remained on the land.

His wizard's staff split and fell to the ground.

Chaos looked towards the gloomy sky.

He closed his eyes.

—Sir, sir, this is the church.

At the age of 20, he didn't care. The shadow of being Finola in his bones made him care nothing at all, "I know, so what?"

The brown-haired girl was about to cry anxiously, "This is a church, sir, don't make trouble."

"Tch." He folded his hands and sat lazily on the chair behind his head, "The Jesus you Muggles believe in is this old man with bare feet and bushy beard?"

"Sir!" the girl said angrily.

The young black-haired man finally calmed down. He glanced to the side and then to her again, this time with a serious face, "Don't trust him, trust me?"

Kaosha let out a breath.

His consciousness is getting more and more lax.

If he doesn't expect, Nuonuo will be waiting at the other end of the formation, it will seal the memory in the pensieve, and one day someone will know what happened here, know Tom Riddle's secret, know the soul device.

He slowly raised his hand and touched the ring hanging on the string around his neck.

The rising sun brought his memory back to 13 years ago.

"What are you talking about? Wizard? Are you a wizard?" The girl asked in surprise, "Then can you come to me from a long distance?"

"It's a piece of cake." Chaos said indifferently, "This request is really boring, Davis, do you have any other requests?"

He turned his gaze away, and tentatively cautiously: "For example, let me divination who is your other half?"

Keinel Davis was still surprised, "Can this also be divination?"

"Does this still require divination? Isn't this..." He kicked the ground, and finally said in self-defeating, "Isn't this right in front of you? Are you blind? Can't you see that I'm so handsome?"

The wizard's staff was broken at the last point.

There were tremors in the Albanian forest.

The explosion wiped out the bones of the six approaching werewolves and the young wizard, and an inexplicable fire burned for three days and three nights.

No one knows why.

The author has something to say:

I've been so busy all day, and I didn't go back to the dormitory until ten o'clock in the evening when I was doing experiments. I'll be done as soon as I get back, but I guess jj's assessment will take a long time.

I will take time to reply to your comments tomorrow, I am too tired today (decadence has private settings, so don’t ask for details.