hp Ouroboros

Until Harry walked out of Headmaster Dumbledore's office at night, he still couldn't accept the fact that he had a piece of Voldemort's soul in his head.

Lying on the bed in the bedroom, Harry couldn't fall asleep for a long time.He thought of Senior Sylvia's serious look in the morning.

"You go to talk to Principal Dumbledore at night first." Sylvia stood up, and then said to Camille, "Please ask for leave for me and the professor. I have to go back to the manor to check the information, and I may not return to school for two or three days."

Camille nodded, stood up from the sofa, pulled Sylvia over with a very natural expression, and kissed her on the lips. Without looking at Harry and the others who were staying on the sofa, they walked out of the classroom to help Sylvia and the professors have gone on leave.

"Cough!" Sylvia coughed lightly, her expression was as if nothing had happened, but the slight pink on her cheeks still revealed the girl's sweet shyness.

Sylvia didn't say much, called the butler Alger, put her hand on his shoulder, and with a slight "poof!", they disappeared.

So far, Harry has no memory of how he spent the day after that. The memory started from the time he finished dinner and knocked on Principal Dumbledore's door, and it became more colorful and a little more real.

"Mr. Headmaster Dumbledore!" Harry still remembered that Hermione rushed in as soon as he pushed open the door of the headmaster's office. Her anxious voice sounded sharper than usual, which woke him up in a daze.

Then Hermione and Ron twittered and explained to Principal Dumbledore what happened this morning. Harry didn't listen to anything. He only saw Principal Dumbledore's old but kind face changing from gentle and playful His smile turned into a serious frown, and when his blue eyes were serious, he did look like he was suffocated by the condensed air.

"Harry, Harry..." Harry was awakened by Headmaster Dumbledore. Before he noticed, Mr. Headmaster had already sat down on the edge of the low coffee table in front of him. It was not in accordance with etiquette, but Dumbledore Lido is not someone who would mind such small things.

"I already know about it, and to be honest, I don't want you to know at all how Horcruxes are made, but, I have to give you a choice: to see the darkness of some things at such a young age Here, are you willing to..." Dumbledore sighed deeply, he really didn't want the three young wizards in front of him to see those miserable things so early, they should have stood in the sunshine enjoy a happy school life, but as Miss Sylvia said, she and Miss Camille should also have the right to enjoy his asylum... He is at fault, he cannot be responsible for the future of these children, so he As a matter of course, we can only choose to be open and honest, and let the children choose the world they want to see.

Harry Ron and Hermione, looked at each other, they chose to know the truth.

"Killing people, Horcruxes need to be made through murder, and that's not an ordinary murder." Dumbledore gave hot chocolate to the three pale-faced little wizards, watched them drink a little, and then continued, " White magic requires a strong desire to protect and a strong willpower to perform, while black magic is the opposite. In addition to requiring the same firm belief, black magic requires strong malice. It is not a casual little curse, a curse that is annoying The guy eats slugs and fights." When Dumbledore said this, he glanced at Ron, and Ron blushed. It turned out that Mr. Dumbledore knew about the stupidity of his broken wand. It was extremely embarrassing, but Ron immediately noticed that the headmaster didn't have the usual smile in his eyes when he was joking.

"Intense malice..." Dumbledore's voice was almost breathless, "and making Horcruxes is the most evil magic even in black magic, as Miss Sylvia said, Salazar Mr. Slytherin wisely ordered research to be banned, but, unfortunately... there are some dark corners in the world, where there is no sunshine, no flowers, and no grass grows."

"The soul of a wizard is inherently very stable. It is not easy to tear a small crack on its own. The black magic cast by strong evil thoughts is not enough. The caster needs to...enjoy it, enjoy the murder, enjoy the ultimate power The thrill of..."

Harry heard Ron gasp, and Hermione, who sat on the other side of him, sobbed softly, and himself?Harry found his mind blank, perhaps a blank brought on by rage at its peak - Voldemort enjoying the pleasure of killing his parents...

"I don't understand..." Hermione choked and shook her head.

"Yes, yes, Miss Granger, that kind of evil is beyond our comprehension. Come on, here is some hot chocolate, which will make you feel better after drinking it." Dumbledore picked up the teapot on the table, and under the teapot Two thin black silk-like legs, dangling in the air, seemed not used to being grabbed at all, "Oh! I'm sorry." Dumbledore put the teapot back on the table, watching it shake dizzily Standing up eagerly, "Thank you for some hot chocolate for Miss Granger, it's in the direction of the spout of the teapot." The teapot, which was reassigned to the task, walked to Hermione's cup with two thin legs, and arrived Some hot chocolate came out, and after hearing Hermione say thank you, she took a breath of satisfaction through the small hole in the lid, crossed her legs again and pretended to be an ordinary teapot.

Dumbledore himself took a sip from his teacup, the heat fogging his half-moon glasses so that he couldn't see his eyes clearly.

"If Miss Sylvia said that what she detected was a very small piece of soul, then it may actually lie...'that person' didn't realize that he had unintentionally created a very special 'soul' device'." Dumbledore looked at Harry through the gap above the foggy half-moon glasses, "Don't worry about it for now, Harry, Miss Sylvia has returned to the manor to continue searching for information on this Now, I believe she will have a solution to this matter, I don't think the entire magic world can find another person who has more research on soul magic like Miss Sylvia, can't you?"

"But, Harry," Dumbledore stood up, walked to the place where there were bookshelves behind the desk, pushed his glasses, searched for a while, and then returned with a book and handed it to Harry , "I hope you learn the above knowledge first, of course, I also recommend it to Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger."

The three of them huddled together to read the thick book on Harry's lap, "Memory Lock-Occlumency".

"Mr. Principal, is this?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"There's a magic that can force a look into a person's memories. Occlumency prevents it. Harry, think of that little soul shard as a closed eye that lives in your head right now, just temporarily. Voldemort hasn't discovered it yet, so naturally he can't think of using it, but Harry, once he knows that this fragment is in your head, your memories, your feelings, emotions... Legilimency, It's the magic that can see your memory that I just said, Voldemort is the master of Legilimency, if you can't protect your brain, Harry, you will be in danger." Dumbledore told Harry seriously, " I have some things to check recently. I will tell Minerva about your communication with the diary, and she will take you to my office every day. As for the learning of Occlumency, I will entrust it to Severus.. .It's Professor Snape."

Seeing the horrified expression on Harry's face, Dumbledore had to explain a few more words, "I know Severus has less patience with Gryffindor students..."

Ron's eyes widened as if he was choking on something, Harry's face turned pale with fright, and even the good student Hermione rarely looked away from Principal Dumbledore. "Well, well, he doesn't have that much patience, but, Harry, he's the best Occlumency expert in the whole school, and when I say the whole school I mean me."

Now Harry and the others were really surprised and speechless, better than Headmaster Dumbledore? !In their concept, the white wizard Albus Dumbledore is a perfect and idol-like existence in all aspects, but Professor Snape is better than Principal Dumbledore in this school of Occlumency? !

Now that the headmaster has already said this, Harry can only reluctantly pull out a stiff smile and agree. Now he only hopes that Headmaster Dumbledore or Professor McGonagall can chop him up and boil him into a pot of potion in Snape save him before...

Thinking back on what happened today, Harry couldn't sleep. He glanced at the thick "Memory Lock-Occlumency" on the bedside, which could definitely stun anyone with a single blow. There was nothing wrong with it. The desire to open it up again.

Although he and Ron Hermione sat together in a corner of the lounge with great interest when they just returned to the dormitory, they opened the book and planned to read it.But soon, Harry found that Ron's eyes had been distracted. As for why he could find that Ron had lost his eyes—because he had already reached the point where he would stare like Ron if he didn't divert his attention. It's as if it's not in the body anymore! —he couldn't understand a word!

It shouldn't be said that, it should be that he understood every word on the page (occasionally there are still one or two new words that he has never seen before, but he is only 12 years old, he can't ask for so much, can he!).but!Connected, Harry found that he didn't understand anything!Didn't you see that Hermione, the smartest among them, was frowning? Harry thought he had never seen Hermione frowning in any book. This kind of book was not something he could understand. !

Harry sighed, and instead of looking at the horrible book on the bedside table, he lay back under the warm blanket.Now I can only pray that Snape will be a little gentler...Forget it, let Snape boil him into a potion...Maybe that Voldemort's soul fragments will also be turned into a pot of potion , At least contribute a little bit to mankind, don't you...Harry laughed at himself pessimistically, and fell into sleep unknowingly.