hp Ouroboros

Harry quickly told what happened, including where he picked up this diary, and the serious tone of Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall last night, and of course he did not forget to describe the diary to them. What the 'Diary' showed him about Hagrid and his illegal eight-eyed spider.

"Look here." Harry flipped the diary to the cover of the first page, and pointed to the bottom corner of the cover, where there was a vague ink mark. If you didn't look carefully, you would think it was just a little stain. Ron and Hermione took a closer look, it was a name, the front could not be seen clearly, only the surname 'Riddle' remained.

"So why don't you take this thing to Professor McGonagall!" Hermione exclaimed in disbelief. Fortunately, she knew that there were people nearby, so she lowered her voice, but the round eyes fully explained her Firmly, "Through Sylvia's explanation, we all know that it wants to frame Hagrid! There must be something wrong with this thing!"

This time, Ron and Hermione were on the same side for a rare time. "Harry, seriously, hand over this thing quickly. You're lucky. It doesn't look like you're hurt," said Ron, looking at the girl in horror. The diary, "My dad told me that there are some books confiscated by the Ministry of Magic, and one of them will burn your eyes out. Can talk in doggerel. An old wizard in Bath had a book you could never put down! You bury your face in it wherever you go. And..."

"Okay, I see." Harry said angrily, "but don't you think this is suspicious? You see, I can hear strange voices, appearing at the petrification site of Mrs. Norris, holding Dumbledore The diary that the headmaster and Professor McGonagall are looking for... I even suspect that I released that monster!" Harry said distressedly, putting his hand on the diary and scratching the cover.

"Oh, Harry, Principal Dumbledore won't look at you like that! He already believes in Sylvia, the most suspected senior, so why doesn't he believe you!" Hermione insisted that Harry hand over the diary immediately. Going out, she stood up, "I'll go with you with Ron! Nothing to worry about!"

Things have to come to an end, and with the encouragement of his two friends, Harry also summoned up his courage.They quickly found Professor McGonagall who was grading homework in the Transfiguration Office.

"Good morning, Professor McGonagall." Hermione knocked on the door first and walked into the office.

"Oh! Good morning, Miss Granger, what's the matter?" Professor McGonagall seemed to be in a good mood and asked pleasantly.

Harry and Ron also walked into the office, and when Harry put the diary on the desk, McGonagall suddenly became serious, "Mr. Potter, is this...?"

It's all here, and Harry can only bite the bullet and continue, "I found this in Myrtle's toilet on Friday night...well, I went back to Lori with Ron and Hermione that day. The place where Mrs. Si was petrified, I wanted to find out if there were any clues, so I..."

Before Harry finished speaking, McGonagall stood up abruptly, grabbed the diary, and quickly flipped through it, but there was nothing in it.

"Oh, that diary needs to be written in order to have it..."

"Did you write on it?!" McGonagall glared at Harry, choking back what he hadn't finished saying, "You can't take things of unknown origin! You can't use them indiscriminately! Mr. Potter, you are now in the wizarding world." , not every item here is as simple as it seems to the eyes! Now, immediately, come with me!"

McGonagall walked out of the office first, and when she turned back to close the door, she saw Harry and the others were stiff, as if they were frightened by her harsh tone, Mag's expression relaxed a little, "You did a good job, just go down." Be careful next time, you won't always have such good luck." Only then did the three children who were frightened like quail feel relieved.

When McGonagall took Harry and the three into Dumbledore's office, he saw Sylvia and Camille sitting on the sofa at a glance. There was a dusty crown on Dumbledore's desk , it seems that they were talking about things before.

"Minerva, what's the matter?" Dumbledore asked.

"This..." McGonagall didn't ask much about Sylvia and Camille, and directly took out the old diary that Harry gave her and put it on the table, "It was picked up by Harry, I think It should be the diary."

"Ah! This is really great!" Dumbledore stood up and walked in front of Harry and the others. "You guys are really helpful. I don't think the issue of the Chamber of Secrets will bother us anymore. Today is Sunday, maybe You still want to play with your friends?" In the end, everyone heard that Dumbledore didn't want them to continue to participate in this matter.

But Sylvia obviously had a different opinion, and she immediately said, "Mr. Dumbledore, I think it is necessary for Mr. Potter to understand the current situation."

"He's just a kid..."

"So in the eyes of Mr. Principal, Cam and I are already adult wizards? With all due respect." Sylvia sat in a dignified posture and looked at Harry with indifferent eyes. "Voldemort will not show mercy just because Harry is only in the second grade." Isn't it? Since he has already been in a situation of immortality with Voldemort, he is not entitled to have the same time as ordinary little wizards to make him innocent and reckless. I am only 14 years old today, Mr. Dumbledore, I I can bear it, there's no reason Mr Potter can't."

Harry didn't expect Senior Sylvia to support him to know everything. He was always eager to know anything about Voldemort and how to really defeat him, but the professors never seemed to trust him.

After Sylvia finished speaking, the atmosphere was a little stiff for a while, and Harry hurriedly fought for a chance for himself: "I also want to know what's going on!"

McGonagall turned to look at Harry, and stroked his head in relief. Ron, who was on the side, stared wide-eyed in fright. He had never seen Professor McGonagall so gentle!

"Albus..." McGonagall seemed to agree with Sylvia.

Dumbledore sat back on the high-backed chair behind the desk, sighed deeply, and looked much older all of a sudden.

"Yes, yes... I am always stubborn and unwilling to let go and leave things to young people..." Dumbledore poured himself a cup of lemon tea, and thought for a while looking at the tea dust swirling in the quilt Yes, when he raised his head again, a kind smile appeared on his face again, "Perhaps as Miss Slytherin said, some people are born with certain responsibilities. Harry, please accept my apology, I once wanted to wrap you under my wings, but when I think about it carefully, that would not be of much benefit to your growth, we can only protect you for a while, and one day you will still have to face it by yourself."

Harry waved his hands and shook his head at a loss, "It's not your fault! I...it's me! I'm too untrustworthy, I'm too untrustworthy..." After talking about it, Harry lowered his head, yes, It's because he himself is too untrustworthy, so Headmaster Dumbledore can't trust him like he trusts the mature and steady Sylvia. It's not the fault of the professors, they just want to protect him. Harry can't help but suspect that he Not capable of accepting what the professor is going to say to him for a while.

Dumbledore shook his head, determined to tell Harry the truth, the future of the wizarding world should not be in his hands alone.

"Harry, it was Voldemort that you severely injured last year, and these..." Dumbledore pointed to the diary and the diadem lying quietly on his desk, "These are also Voldemort."

Harry, Ron and Hermione stared at each other, and Harry was a little relieved that this time he finally saw the same confusion in Hermione's and Ron's eyes as he did.

"The one you defeated in the first year was Voldemort himself, and these are parts of him, in short, he tore his soul into pieces and attached them to things to form these two things. Let's call that last year The very weak part that you defeated is the main soul, these are the soul pieces split from the main soul, and these things are called Horcruxes." Dumbledore first explained the basic concept to Harry and the three little wizards .

"That is to say, there is not only one person?! We have to destroy all the soul pieces and the main soul to really destroy that person?!" Hermione exclaimed, as expected of the best brain among the three, Hermione immediately Thinking of the crux of the problem, Sylvia nodded in agreement, although Hermione didn't want to see Sister Sylvia's approval of her at this time.

"Yes, Miss Granger, I'm sorry, but that's the way it is." Dumbledore sighed and nodded in approval.

All three of them gasped, one Voldemort was already such a trouble, if they had to be eliminated... "Wait a minute! How many soul pieces does Voldemort have in total?" Harry quickly discovered another problem, and when he looked around In the entire principal's office, he was desperate to find that no one present gave him an answer.

"Now I found two, one is a diary, and the other is the crown that Camille and I found in the warehouse of the Response Room on the eighth floor." Sylvia said softly, looking at the dusty man with pity. An inconspicuous diadem, "This is not an ordinary diadem. Mr. Headmaster Dumbledore has just confirmed my guess—this is Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem, the legendary Diadem of Wisdom."

Even though Harry didn't know anything about the Wisdom Diadem, that didn't stop him from reacting when he heard Ms. Ravenclaw's name and Professor McGonagall whispering that the diadem should be a very powerful item.

"In the wizarding world, the number 'two' is not a stable and magical number, so I think these two Horcruxes are definitely not the only ones." Sylvia said solemnly, "Ravenclaw's crown was found by Voldemort It’s hard to believe that he would let go of the relics of the other three mentors.”

"Godric Gryffindor's sword!" Dumbledore said suddenly, his cloudy but still sharp blue eyes looked at the wall above the door of the headmaster's office, everyone followed his gaze, and there was a strange scene There is a long sword hanging in the middle of the silverware. It is not the kind of flower rack that nobles hung around their waists to show their status in the old days, but a long sword that looks very strong and simple in design. Ruby.

"The sword of Gryffindor is still in our hands." Dumbledore affirmed everyone's guess, he smiled, at least this is good news.

"Then let's guess the other two - Slytherin's pendant and Hufflepuff's cup, plus Ravenclaw's diadem, and now the diary, a total of four, if you look at the magic number at least It needs another one to make up five Horcruxes to be basically stable, but five has no other meaning other than stability, the most likely is actually three or seven, they are not only stable in structure but also contain magic power."

"That old lunatic..." Ron muttered, his face paled with fright, joking, that's a split soul, how crazy must a person think of such a thing!

"Indeed," Sylvia apparently heard Ron mutter, and for the first time she agreed with him, "Voldemort is indeed mad, um... I mean, really, literally' Crazy', no matter how high-spirited or genius he used to be..."

"Heavenly genius...?" Ron showed incredible eyes. He really couldn't imagine that any good person could use such a compliment to describe the big devil.

"What a pity," Ron and even Harry and Hermione were surprised that Headmaster Dumbledore also agreed with Sylvia's "wizards of heaven"!Dumbledore's long gray eyebrows drooped, looking a little sad, "He was indeed a very good student before, and he was very charismatic, which is why he was the head of the male students at that time."

"But now his 'good' qualities are gone." Sylvia frowned and looked at the Horcrux on the table with emotion, and heard the rustling of the three little wizards next to her, Sylvia Ya turned her head to look at them, "The reason why Voldemort was able to rise early in the morning was not because of his radical, lunatic-like methods as in the later period, but his personal charisma. These are the real history. He is There is nothing wrong with the devil, but that doesn't mean he has no humanity in him—of course, since he split so many soul pieces, he is now inhuman."