A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 306: The story of Horcrux and Hao Qi

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The gold locket suddenly stopped shaking, and the frantically twisting gold chain lost all its strength and hit the table. Immediately afterwards, with a crisp "click" sound, its little golden cover popped open.

They saw the inner structure of the locket. There was a living eye blinking behind the two small glass windows. The owner of the eyes should belong to a living person.

There is a black mist in the air. A hoarse and cold voice came from inside, "I saw your heart..." the locket said to Felix who was closest to him.

"Oh? How about this?" Felix performed Occlumency.

"...Felix Hemp, I know you, I can sense everything around me, what's in that book you read here the first day? Don't deny it, I see what you most desperately want Desire, strength, immortality, beyond death—you want to be the next me."

"Who is this?" Harry called, Sirius took him back a few steps, and said complicatedly: "It's Voldemort, I really didn't expect that he hid himself in a box the size of an egg."

Harry opened his mouth wide, is this the one he met in first year? He's having a much worse time now than being glued to the back of Quirrell's head.

The owner of those eyes in the locket is still whispering: "You have this potential, why don't we cooperate? Rule wizards and Muggles together... And I, the greatest wizard who ever lived, would like to share with you The secret of my immortality - Horcrux."

Something like a soap bubble twisted and appeared, and from above the locket rose a figure, a rather handsome young man with thin cheeks and shiny black hair, tall, and he smiled kindly He opened his arms, as if wanting to hug Felix.

But his feet were still in the locket, and he couldn't get out at all. He smiled more kindly, and said in a soft tone: "How about starting now, from this moment, on the road of eternal life ...just wave your wand lightly, and there are two insignificant sacrifices over there."

But Felix said calmly, "I thought you had a better opinion, Tom. Shut it, Harry."

"What?" The red light in the young Voldemort's eyes flickered, and if he hadn't been staring at it all the time, he might have thought it was an illusion. He raised his voice, still calmly trying to convince him: "You don't know what you've missed, I've gone farther than anyone else on the road to eternal life, join hands..."

But Harry had already made a "hissing" sound, and the next second, the lid of the locket closed, and the black mist full of hatred surged away, and Voldemort's image disappeared very abruptly.

Harry's heart was beating violently and he was out of breath. He really thought Voldemort was going to jump out and fight them.

Felix picked up the locket, tapped on it for a long time, and finally put it in his pocket, "I will give it to Dumbledore," he said with emotion, "the principal still has nothing Touching it, I saw three of them."

They sat on the sofa again, and neither of them spoke. Kreacher opened the door and said tremblingly: "Mr. Hype, will you destroy it? This is the last one left by Master Regulus to old Kreacher. command."

"I assure you, Kreacher, the locket will be destroyed," said Felix.

"Thank you, thank you—" Kreacher sobbed and disappeared with a "bang".

Harry calmed down, and asked curiously: "Just now Voldemort mentioned the Horcrux, what is it?" His eyes jumped between Sirius and Felix, hoping to get an answer, his intuition told He, he had penetrated very deeply into Voldemort's secrets.

Sirius looked at Felix too.

"Horcrux... a very evil kind of black magic. By splitting the soul and storing the soul fragments in a certain object, this thing is called a Horcrux." Felix explained simply: "As long as If the Horcrux is still there, Voldemort will not die, although he will be miserable, but there will be a day when he will return."

"This is the secret of Voldemort's immortality?" Harry said in shock: "No wonder he said that he transcended death, and it is really evil to split his soul."

"It's more than that, Harry, splitting the soul is the result, and the process needs to complete a ritual, killing, and stripping the soul by killing people. Don't look at me telling you that, it's actually far more complicated than this." Lex said.

"So what's in the locket is just a fragment of Voldemort?" Harry realized that the two Voldemorts he had seen were not the same soul.

"Exactly."

"Then if we destroy the locket now, Voldemort will die quietly in some dark corner?" Harry said thoughtfully, he was very excited by the idea.

"Not likely, Harry. He made more than one Horcrux. I saw and destroyed two Horcruxes alone, and Dumbledore is still looking for more information." said Felix.

Harry was stunned for a moment, "You guys have been doing this? Fighting Voldemort?" He didn't know anything about it.

"Dumbledore has been doing this. He has been actively pursuing the past that Voldemort tried to hide," Felix said, "and I just happened to be at the right time."

"Harry, even when you sleep, the world is still going on, you just don't see it."

Harry nodded, he knew what the professor meant, there was no need to take the responsibility on himself, he was just impulsive, not stupid. The professor told him the function of the horcruxes, so he wouldn't be too hard to think about, trying to confront Voldemort before all the horcruxes were destroyed.

He cheered up a bit, feeling that he had an extra mission in his life. If Voldemort's Horcrux still existed when he graduated, he could spend his whole life chasing after it.

Thinking about that future, it's not too bad, especially this road is not lonely, there is Dumbledore, there is Professor Hemp... maybe there are more people, figures emerged in Harry's mind.

He asked a key question: "If there is not one Horcrux, um... Now it seems that there are at least three, or four, will there be more, such as seventeen or eight?"

Felix was amused, "Do you treat your soul like a biscuit, you can break it open at will, and you can also drop the slag?" He thought for a while and said, "Actually, I can't be sure. "This book does not explain the limit on the number of Horcruxes, maybe the person who wrote the book did not expect that future generations would be so crazy."

"Would it hurt to strip the soul?" Harry asked.

"Well, a strange question." Felix tilted his head: "But the book says it hurts, I haven't tried it myself, maybe Voldemort doesn't care much?"

"Okay," he stood up, "Come here first today, Harry, we should go back." He looked at Sirius again, "The time we agreed on remains unchanged."

The two returned to Hogwarts, Felix sent away the questioning Harry and came to Dumbledore's office.

Dumbledore was still flipping through the documents, and after listening to Felix finish his visit, he carefully examined the locket.

After looking at it for a long time, he took off his glasses wearily, and wiped it with a small piece of velvet: "It just verified the guess I got from Hao Qi."

"Hao Qi?"

"I told you, that poor house-elf."

"You came back so late today, you just went..."

"Azkaban, yes."

Dumbledore told a story he had heard from Hokey, and the story itself was very simple. Almost fifty years ago, Voldemort, who was working as a clerk at Borginborough, visited a very wealthy witch, Hupp Ziba Smith, Hao Qi's owner, died suddenly two days later.

"Two things are worth noting in this incident. One is that with the death of Hepzibah, two of her most precious possessions disappeared. They happened to be the four founders of Hogwarts. relics of Slytherin's locket, and Hufflepuff's cup."

"Voldemort did it," said Felix with certainty.

"That's right, it took Hepzibah's family a long time to figure it out, because she has many secret hiding places and always takes her collection very seriously."

"You just said... Hao Qi is in Azkaban?"

"Yeah, the obvious scapegoat, though Hokey herself admitted that she had put something in her hostess's cocoa tea, which turned out not to be sugar, but a rare and deadly poison." The verdict said She didn't intend to murder, but she was blind-"

"Her memory has been tampered with?"

"I'm glad we reached an agreement," Dumbledore said, "Hao Qi's current condition is not good, and I'm planning to apply for a new investigation into this old case."

"However, after so many years, Hao Qi's memory has become a mess. It is difficult to tell whether she was tampered with at that time. I can only raise doubts about the case itself..."

Felix also finds it difficult. There is no evidence now, and everything is based on logical deduction. However, Fudge was frightened just now. I wonder if he has the courage to refuse Dumbledore again.

The two turned to discuss other issues——

"Principal Dumbledore, how many Horcruxes do you think Voldemort made?"

"This is a real headache. From what I know of him, Voldemort will find a number that makes sense. Three, seven, nine, thirteen, it's all possible ~IndoMTL.com~ I have to be sure of his In addition, we don't know whether he has completed the planned goal on the night he went to the Potters' house..."

In other words, the number is uncertain, and it is also uncertain whether the number has been completed. A number appeared in Felix's mind, seven, but he didn't say it. It was useless to say it. Dumbledore still had to explore and verify it by himself.

But he thought of something, "Ravenclaw's crown, Slytherin's locket, Hufflepuff's gold cup...Dumbledore, could Gryffindor's sword also be a Horcrux? ?”

Dumbledore shook his head, "I happen to know where the sword is, and Voldemort didn't get it."

After coming out of the office, the sky began to drizzle. Felix stepped on the wet soil, still thinking about the appearance of the Hufflepuff gold cup transformed by Dumbledore just now.

Dumbledore's words were a bit harsh: "It's strange to say, I feel that you and Voldemort really have a certain fate. Maybe you will encounter other Horcruxes in the future. It's best to let you see what the gold cup looks like."

Felix couldn't help but slander, you are destined to be with him, Dumbledore didn't want to entrust him with the task of dealing with Voldemort, did he?