[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

Harry stopped suddenly without warning, and his two friends took a few steps forward, realizing that he hadn't followed in time, they turned their heads suspiciously and looked at him.

"Harry?" Hermione asked him. "What are you doing standing there? Your face seems to have changed."

Ron, who was beside her, gasped suddenly.

"Did you hear that... that voice again?" He asked instinctively, his eyes were frightened, and even the freckles on his face seemed to have turned white.

When the cause of Professor Quirrell's death has not been investigated clearly?Hermione was also taken aback by his guess, and they stared at Harry together with visible tension on their faces.

In just two seconds, Harry seemed to think of a lot of things.It was difficult for him to describe what was going on in his mind at the moment, it would probably require a parchment of at least sixteen inches.But after two seconds, Harry stepped forward, two steps to his friends.

"No." He said nonchalantly, "It just occurred to me that we don't know where to find Sirius."

Both Ron and Hermione were relieved by this answer, and Ron said, "Maybe they are investigating in the corridor? Although Professor Quirrell's...that thing is not there now, but the most worthy place to investigate may be there .”

"It may also be in the principal's office. You see, they talked to the principal in the morning. It is very likely that the investigation has been completed and they have reported the situation to the principal's office." Hermione added, "But anyway, we are also in the principal's office." If you can’t get in, I also think it’s a good idea to go to the corridor first.”

"Let's go then," Harry said, and with his usual face, he joined his friends, mustered up the courage, and walked in the direction of the corridor, returning to the place where they had been so scared that they were almost speechless yesterday.

You're not tearing anyone up today, are you?Harry asked softly in his mind, not sure if the voice only he could hear would hear him.But—he thought, he knew that he didn't do what happened yesterday, and today the voice suddenly called him his heir again. No matter from which angle, this matter is completely weird.

This doesn't seem like something I can do alone.Harry thought silently.The voice only appeared once, and it didn't continue to sound. Harry suppressed his uneasiness and went straight to the corridor.

Just like what Hermione said, Sirius is no longer here, and now the corridor looks very empty, there are no adults, and the students are walking around, which makes this already remote corridor even more deserted.

But it wasn't that there was no one here—Harry walked around the corner, and when he saw the blond figure with his back facing them from a distance, he cried out in surprise.

"Isaac—what are you doing here?"

He walked forward suspiciously, and the surprise of seeing his cousin here even overshadowed the fear of the corridor for a while.When he walked in front of his cousin, he remembered the situation that everyone in school avoided, which made his eyes dim a little, but fortunately, he has the expression of excellent independent thinking ability. Brother obviously didn't take it seriously, and didn't mean to stay away from him at all.

"Study a little," Isaac told him. "Come and see this line of blood, Harry."

Harry leaned over to read, the line of blood slandered and slandered him. Harry didn't know what he wanted to read for himself, but he read the line of blood seriously.

"Uh... what are you looking at?" He asked blankly without seeing anything.

"Dad and Sirius were still there when I came. I asked them and confirmed one thing." Isaac said, "A Muggle criminal investigation method, by comparing with the blood on the ground, to determine which The blood splattered in the place was earlier."

"Oh!" Hermione answered immediately, her eyes lit up, "Can wizard's blood also be used for detection like this? I mean, of course—everyone is human! Of course it can be used! The results of the investigation What is it, Isaac?"

"The blood on the wall is in the front, and the blood on the ground is in the back," Isaac said. "This shows that Professor Quirrell wrote this line before he died. He wrote this line before he lost his life. One head here."

Hermione gasped slightly, and Ron let out an uncomfortable grunt.Harry looked at him, feeling a little caught, a little bit not quite grasping.

"...Does that mean?" He asked hesitantly.

"Every magic cast will leave traces." Isaac said, raising his hand and stroking the wall, "The Aurors have detected the magic performed by Professor McGonagall for the purpose of protecting the scene here last night. The only trace of magic."

The scene fell silent for a while, and they all opened their mouths wide and stared at him dumbfounded.

"But...but it's impossible!" Hermione stammered, her voice showing an unnaturally high pitch, "Professor Quirrell died here—how could he have died other than magic? Is there really a giant carrying With a machete, cut off his head?"

"That possibility can almost be ruled out." Isaac said calmly. "The giant's target is too big. It is impossible to show up at Hogwarts without being discovered. Harry, do you have any ideas?"

Harry watched him look up at him and opened his mouth, he didn't want to say that guess, but he did eventually.

"I can't think of how Professor Quirrell died." He said in a low voice, "but...but this line may have been written by him himself, for...for..."

He couldn't say, he couldn't think of any kind of reason why Professor Quirrell would do it.

"Professor Flitwick said that Professor Quirrell is a talented wizard. In order to write a book and exercise his ability and experience in the past few years, he will travel to various places during the summer vacation to explore the local The magical magic." Isaac said, "Professor Flitwick said that he had been to Italy, France, Serbia, and Egypt a few years ago, and he just came back from Albania before the start of this year."

"Albania!" A flash of lightning flashed through Harry's mind, he gasped and blurted out, "My dad just came back from there too! He said he escaped at least three waves of people there Kill... Albania, Albania?! There, there's..."

"An organization, or person, or an organization led by a person who is very unfriendly to you, Harry." Isaac said calmly, "I have been wondering today why the murdered Professor Luo, I haven't heard that you have any close teacher-student relationship with him, but he always mentions you when he teaches us. I have asked students of other ages, and they will also come from strange things in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. I heard your name from Professor Luo."

Harry's heart sank.

"What did he say to me?" He asked softly, his voice dry.

"Some words related to the savior, at first glance, don't have any special likes and dislikes, and they are still objective, but when he talks about black magic, he always tells everyone that, except for the savior who survived the catastrophe, Harry Potter , No one can resist these, and everyone didn't think there was anything at the time, but now it seems that this is spreading fear."

"If that's his purpose," Isaac said, "then he's used his own death to make the atmosphere of horror extraordinarily successful."

The three of them stared at him in disbelief, not expecting to hear such shocking results from him.Isaac shook his head and said to them: "The results of the Aurors' investigations are roughly like this. This result is too unexpected. Sirius said that it will definitely not be published in the newspapers in the end. The matter needs a more definite result. Before there is no definite evidence, you can't just slander the professor who died at Hogwarts, so the last version we heard is probably not this. But Dad thinks you should know the original content, Harry, Sirius too Said so."

Harry didn't move, his heart was filled with burning anger.

This tragedy that shocked the entire school and the entire UK magical community was just because someone wanted to use death to create a terrifying atmosphere about him?Why don't these people come to him directly - they don't even have the courage to face him, they only do these things in dark corners!

How can a person be so despicable?How can you sacrifice other people's lives at will to achieve your own goals? !Harry took a deep breath, trying to suppress the fire in his heart.But he didn't, and his green eyes lit up startlingly with anger.

"By the way, Harry." Isaac kept his eyes on him, and asked him coldly, "Have you ever heard of the name Tom?"

Harry was drawn back a little by his voice, looked at him, frowned and thought for a while: "No, who is he?"

"A person who has bad intentions for you...I'm not very good at describing what he is, let's just become a ghost." Isaac said simply, "If you meet a person who calls himself Tom, don't trust him too much. Ron, Hermione, and you two too."

OKThey all nodded to him, watched his back leave, and looked around the corridor again, feeling mixed emotions.

Harry stood where he was, still feeling the anger welling up from the bottom of his heart.He stared at the blood on the wall, at the position of Professor Quirrell's head, and stared at it for a long time without looking away.

The voice sounded again.

"Answer my call, my heir..."

Suddenly Harry said loudly, "Who are you?! What are you going to do?!"

He felt the annoyance of being manipulated and manipulated in the palm of his hand, and the other party's indifference to life also made it difficult for him to accept.Under the shocked gazes of Ron and Hermione, he asked aloud, the voice paused, and then laughed.

"Tom, Tom Riddle," said the voice softly, "I heard your conversation, my heir. The passing of life is your moment, only you can end it, otherwise you don't want to What you have seen will continue. Come on, savior, do you have the courage to face me alone? Or can you just hide behind the adults and be a timid wimp? Looking forward to your choice, my dear savior .”

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