The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

"Horcrux? No, Harry, this power is the opposite of a Horcrux.

"Horcruxes require the unremorseless murder of others in order to split the soul, and your mother sacrificed herself to cast this ancient magic. Pure and selfless love showed unprecedented magical power beyond magic at that moment, and the power of protection was branded in your blood.

"Originally, this mark would gradually dissipate, just like the other effects of the wizard on the world. Voldemort knew nothing about it. He would only foolishly pursue shallow power and accidentally take your blood into his body to allow this protection to continue."

Dumbledore's tone was full of respect. He not only admired the mother who sacrificed herself to protect her children, but also admired the power that surpassed all magic as a legendary wizard.

The protection in the name of love sixteen years ago had a far-reaching impact.

In one fell swoop, Voldemort's body in its prime was destroyed, leaving only a ghost that had nowhere to hide and dared not show up. The prosperous Death Eater group disbanded overnight after losing its backbone, ending decades of turmoil in the British wizarding world.

Harry's eyes were a little warm. Although he had heard it countless times, his mother's love could touch his heart every time. He didn't want to show his weak side in front of the headmaster, so he could only change the subject: "If Voldemort can't kill me, and we can't kill Voldemort, what should we do next?"

"I'm glad to see you face death calmly, Harry, but at your age now, it's too early to think about these things." Dumbledore patted his shoulder, "You don't need to embark on the adventure of death yourself, just destroy the soul fragments living in your scars."

"How to do it?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore did not answer immediately, but thought quietly, as if hesitant: "I have conceived a plan, but... Harry, I am not fully confident."

"Godric Gryffindor once said that you don't have to fill the potion bottles when you embark on a journey, you don't have to plan for all accidents, you don't have to prepare food for several months, if there is anything you must bring, it is the wand and the sword." Harry said slowly, this is a classic quote from the founder of the college, used to advise people to be brave and take risks.

Dumbledore's mouth curled up, and his voice was also smiling: "This is what Gryffindor used to mock the other three founders. You know this, right?"

"Yes, and I think Gryffindor is right." Harry spread his hands, "I remember that you were also a Gryffindor when you were a student, don't worry about things that haven't happened yet, just tell me the plan."

"It's just an immature idea." Dumbledore said slowly, "The protection magic is imprinted in the blood of both you and Voldemort. Based on this condition, I think his killing curse can't kill you, but it can destroy the soul fragments in your forehead, so..."

"As long as Voldemort attacks me, the plan will succeed?"

If it wasn't Dumbledore who said this, he would even suspect that he secretly joined the Death Eaters.

Harry still had doubts, and after a little thought, he expressed his doubts: "Since I will not die if Voldemort is alive, why can't I let you... or someone else, anyway, someone more trustworthy, help me remove the soul fragments?"

"The only deadly magic that can destroy soul fragments is those few deadly magics, Fiendfyre, the Killing Curse, the venom of the basilisk and the sword of Gryffindor. It doesn't really matter who does it. Compared to us, Voldemort may be more dedicated to it." Dumbledore explained.

"..."

It sounds weird, but it seems to make sense.

Harry fell silent.

...

"London Bridge collapsed!"

"It collapsed, it collapsed!"

"Throw away the key and lock it up!"

"Lock it up, lock it up! "Although he did not choose the advanced astronomy class in the sixth grade, Loren still went to the tower regularly to study astronomy. He did not come down until the lights were turned off. He returned to the dormitory while humming a song, and greeted several decadent roommates who were addicted to mirrors. Learning self-discipline made him happy. It can be predicted that astronomy may be his lifelong hobby.

"The little girl's cry is sad!

"The cry is sad, the cry is sad!"

Harry, who was sitting on the chair, finally noticed the lyrics, slowly turned his head and listened to a few more sentences, and finally couldn't help wondering: "Loren, why do the lyrics of this song sound... so weird?"

"Well, it seems a bit weird."

Loren poured himself a glass of orange juice. He hadn't brushed his teeth yet, so of course he had to drink something sweet: "Hermione said it was a metaphor for Henry VIII's second queen. Anne Boleyn was accused of adultery and incest and was eventually executed for treason. But I think this is a black magic ritual. When a building is constructed or completed, sealing a child into the foundation of the building will make the building more solid."

"..."

You are afraid of being a black wizard!

Harry's eyebrows knitted together, and he felt that his brain was a little stuck. His original idea about the Horcrux was completely interrupted and he couldn't connect it.

Loren picked up the teapot and shook it. There was half a pot of orange juice left. If he didn't drink it now, it would be poured out by the house elf. He simply sat down next to it. Refusing to waste food, starting with you and me.

"You don't attend the celebration party, and you don't smile at the mirror with Seamus. What are you doing sitting here alone?"

"Thinking about the living Horcrux, Dumbledore proposed a plan..."

Living Horcrux...plan?

Loren sipped the sweet orange juice and vaguely guessed the relevant plans in his heart, and what Harry said confirmed his guess bit by bit. He was not surprised, but happy. Dumbledore was able to talk to Harry about these plans in person, instead of hiding them through relics after his death, which was all his credit.

Although there was an unexpected living Horcrux, it was a little tricky.

Loren put down his teacup and looked at the son of prophecy with strange eyes: "What do you think of this plan? Do you think it is too risky? If something unexpected happens, you may really have to go to see your parents... It sounds like good news."

"..."

Harry sighed helplessly and decided to pour himself a glass of orange juice to retaliate against his roommate: "Of course I believe in Dumbledore, and I am willing to implement this plan. I just wonder where the remaining living Horcrux is. I am worried that Voldemort will come back again in more than ten years."

"Another living Horcrux..."

Loren pondered for a few seconds, thinking and reasoning: "From the analysis of previous Horcruxes, except for the first diary, all the Horcruxes after that are special items with irreplaceable historical significance and special significance to him personally..."

Harry nodded.

"Voldemort has a collecting habit and pays attention to rituals. The last soul container must be very special. Considering that it is a living body, he will not just pick an animal or..." Loren showed a thoughtful expression, "Someone?"

Hearing the second half of the sentence, Harry's heart skipped a few beats.