[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

Like the place where Professor Quirrell was killed, there doesn't seem to be anything special about where Myrtle was killed.This is normal. If the murderer had left obvious traces at that time, it would not have remained unsolved and become an unsolved mystery in Hogwarts.The Ministry of Magic had also sent Aurors to investigate the scene, and apart from finding that Quirrell was probably not a perfect victim who was implicated innocently, there was no breakthrough.

The scorched Myrtle has been sent to the school infirmary. Madam Pomfrey will conduct further examinations on her to see what is going on with her now—if she is alive, then of course she is completely dead. Completely, there is no other possibility.But the problem is that she is a ghost, and no one has relevant experience in dealing with it. After all, ghosts can't die again, which makes this matter confusing.

Eli stood by the clearing where Myrtle had been killed, staring at the bare floor, frowning.

"There is no trace of magic." He said, the silver light on the tip of the wand dissipated, and exchanged a confirming look with the other two, "Whether it is white magic or black magic, magic is essentially a kind of energy. Use, anyone who has used it will definitely be detected, what happened to Myrtle has nothing to do with magic."

"It's normal." Snape said calmly, also putting away his wand, "To some extent, that person's level of magic in certain aspects is beyond our understanding. If it was him, there is something that can be achieved without magic. The means are also uncertain.”

"Is this person you're talking about, uh, Voldemort?" Harry pricked up his ears and couldn't help asking.

Snape glared at him immediately after he finished speaking.He seemed to have just realized that he was still standing here, and suddenly he became angry again: "If you can't be of much help here, I suggest you go back to sleep as soon as possible, Potter? Or is the praised savior not satisfied?" Yu Zhi was sought after and adored in school, knowing that the Dark Lord had not completely disappeared, he still chose to say his name every day, showing off his bravery, in order to become a member of the Death Eaters lurking in the dark. Proud of the object of attention?"

Harry looked at him, opened his mouth, thought for a while, and said, "Professor."

Snape looked at him coldly, seemingly indifferent to any possible anger or annoyance.

"Uh, I just wanted to say, thank you for your concern and reminder." Harry scratched his head, "Uncle Eli and Aunt Petunia don't deliberately avoid this name when they're at home, I don't think it has anything to do with it... …you’re right, I’ll be careful not to call him that in public in the future. I’ve also noticed that every time I call him by his first name, people always look at me with a kind of awe that I’m very brave, which is actually true It's not about my personality, it's just that I haven't developed the awareness that his name can't be easily talked about... Anyway, I mean, I'll pay attention."

Snape: "..."

Snape looked like he had eaten a fly in his heartfelt thanks.

"The avoidance of mentioning the name reflects the fear in people's hearts." Dumbledore said with a smile, his tone and looking at him were very gentle, "I don't think it is necessary to deliberately maintain a sense of ritual about his name." But of course, what Severus said is also reasonable. When you are not sure where the enemy is hiding, it is always okay to be careful. For example, today, remember to say hello to at least one other person next time , Ask him to notify the professor when you go after the voice, and the professors will always have a way to find you."

"Some special methods, and a little help from your father." Eli winked at him and smiled, "You worked hard tonight, Harry, and I also suggest that you go back to rest early - go back to the common room Call your aunt for me from time to time, and tell her that I have to delay some time at Hogwarts, so that she can go to bed by herself without waiting for me to go back tonight."

OK, that sounds like a big deal.Harry nodded to accept the commission, glanced hesitantly at the now empty corridor that had returned to calm, waved with the professors finally, turned and headed towards the Gryffindor tower.When he walked out, he could vaguely hear the conversation behind him. Uncle Severus was saying to his uncle angrily: "Look at your bad boss, I thought you should take care of it! He is not afraid of anything now. The appearance is exactly the same as that of James Potter back then, what will Lily think when she wakes up and sees it?"

"You will think that blood relationship and genes are really wonderful." He heard his uncle say without reflection and sincerity, his voice gradually lowered as he walked away, "At least Harry can understand other people's unspoken concerns, and he is cold-hearted when he sees through. Hot people do wonders..."

Harry turned a corner, and the voice behind him was completely inaudible.He dawdled in place for two steps, and finally put aside his strong desire to explore, and returned to the Gryffindor common room.

After he finished speaking the password, the fat lady unscrewed herself and let him out of the door.Harry slipped in through the hole, and Ron and Hermione occupied a corner of the table, discussing the contents of the homework.Hermione refuted a point about the history of magic that Ron remembered upside down, and Harry sat down next to the two of them, and they looked up at him.

"Back from class, buddy?" Ron asked him. "How's today? Can you hear the sound?"

No.Harry shook his head and told them the truth about what happened today.Ron and Hermione looked at each other, both gasping.

"What can make ghosts look like this?!" Ron murmured, his face full of shock and fear, "The murderer must have used some kind of advanced magic, the kind we won't learn from class, Magic that works directly on a ghost..."

"There are still some spells that can work on ghosts, including souls." Hermione said, and began to count the knowledge content she read in the book with her fingers, "like Legilimency, Imperius Curse, Hurricane spell that affects the ghost's speed. Can the Flying charm summon the ghost? I don't know, probably no one has tried it, but none of these spells can make the ghost like that. How is Myrtle now? Professor They said she wasn't going to die again, right?"

"In theory." Ron said deeply, "but theories seem to be born to be broken."

Nonsense.Hermione glared at him, turned to Harry, and said seriously: "We should go and see Myrtle, Harry, she was commissioned by us to find Tom Riddle, wasn't she? We gave We should be responsible for the indiscriminate disaster she brought."

"How to be responsible, kill yourself now, and then live in the same toilet with her?" Ron muttered, "I suspect that she encountered such an accident because of an invitation to Tom, if I were Tom I can't stand Riddle either."

"If I were Myrtle, I wouldn't have invited you to live with me, Ron," said Hermione sternly, giving him a blank look. "Go ahead tomorrow and see how Myrtle is doing in the school infirmary." .What do you think?"

"I think I should go see her too." Harry nodded.Ron had nothing to do with it, they both went and he decided to go along, they were always inseparable.

"I'll call my aunt." Harry said to them, "My uncle asked me to make one. He's going to work overtime at Hogwarts tonight... I just found out that they have to talk to each other if they don't go back." , wouldn't it be a little too much trouble? They're all so busy."

"You will definitely be a guy who finds it troublesome to fall in love in the future, Harry." Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "I have to say, Harry, anyone who falls in love with you will be really unlucky."

And me?Ron leaned his head over to join in the fun.Hermione pushed his face aside and said grimly, "You too! How can there be such idiots in this world as you two? Why are you both my friends?"

She sighed sympathetically for herself.

Unaware of her dislike, Harry had dialed the number and delivered the message to Aunt Petunia.His aunt said she already knew, and they chatted for a while, and Harry shared with her what Isaac and Dorothy were up to: Isaac had been hanging out in the library recently, and Dorothy seemed quieter than before Some, she no longer practiced happily on the Quidditch field on a broomstick every day, she was undergoing follow-up examinations, and had to report to the school infirmary most of the time except for classes, Harry rarely saw him in the common room recently to her.

"Don't just talk about others, talk about yourself, Harry." His aunt asked him after listening to him share his life. "How are you doing, Harry? You said you heard that voice again today, Is it? Something happened to a ghost, are you okay? Physically and psychologically."

Probably fine.Harry wanted to nod and shake his head, but in the end he just sighed and said annoyedly: "Every time I'm the only one who hears that voice, I know he has bad intentions, but I have to know his intentions first, and then I'll be fine." Targeted problem solving ... I can't keep running away from that voice, Auntie, he's acting too, I can't turn a blind eye to what he's doing, I'm going to stop him."

But how can he stop it?There was no useful information left at the scene this time, and Harry felt deeply at a loss.

Good boy.Aunt Petunia encouraged him gently at first, and then she thought about it and said: "The absence of traces detected at the scene does not necessarily mean that there are no flaws left. The murderer will definitely reveal his secrets, but it may be that the method is special, and the wizard has not yet discovered it. The point - they sometimes rely a little too much on the power of magic. Most wizards I have come into contact with are like this. In fact, many modern detective methods are very reasonable. For example, Harry, you always hear that strange voice, Then have you ever noticed, when do you hear it all of a sudden? What is the opportunity when this sound disappears?"

Harry opened his mouth, lost in thought.

"I seem to hear it before every time he kills someone," Harry murmured. "I'm not sure about the first time, but it seems to be around this time. I can't stop it every time, I..."

"An adult wizard can't stop it, Harry." Aunt Petunia suppressed the frustration rising in his heart in time, and continued to ask him around the center of the topic, "When did the sound disappear? You can't hear it at all."

"Every time after he's done something bad?" Harry said uncertainly, contemplating for a long time, suddenly an inconspicuous thing popped into his mind, which made him stunned for a moment, and then pulled out from his mind The distant memory observed carefully, frowning uncertainly.

Seems to be near the end of every sound...

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