days at Hogwarts

Chapter 715 Conjugated Horcruxes
Two hours after the whistle to start the game was blown, the game entered a stalemate. The players on both sides were exhausted and the frequency of attack began to slow down, but the intensity did not decrease. The whistle for scoring was blown from time to time.

"Gryffindor leads by a slight margin, but Ravenclaw is keeping close. The current score is 190 to 200! The key to victory lies with the two Seekers..."

The commentator's voice was a little hoarse, but no one cared. The focus of the audience was on Harry and Qiu Zhang.

"Harry Potter slowed down, and it seemed that he had no strength left - a beautiful emergency stop and turn! Oh! The Golden Snitch! Harry caught the Golden Snitch with a wonderful Plumpton's Back Copy!"

"This also means that the two-hour game is finally over!"

The audience applauded and screamed without hesitation. The whistle blew to end the game, and Gryffindor won with a lead of 160 points.

With cheers resounding throughout the stadium, the two teams landed back on the ground and greeted each other in the presence of Madam Hooch.

"..."

In the end, he failed to live up to Roger Davis's expectations and failed to win the silver cup.

The last game was over, and her time at Hogwarts was about to end.

Qiu Zhang's eyes were slightly red, but he still pretended to be free and easy and said goodbye to Harry, and they hugged each other politely before parting.

"Happy graduation," Harry said softly.

Qiu Zhang smiled and said, "There is still a month before the year-end banquet."

"Then I wish you a happy graduation in advance."

“May you keep winning.”

"Thank you."

"Goodbye Harry."

"goodbye……"

Ginny was standing nearby with a wary look on her face, staring at the two of them with eyes wide open, almost flaming with anger.

The mixed feelings of disappointment disappeared in an instant. Seeing the girl caring about him, Harry felt a surge of joy in his heart. He put his arm around Ginny's shoulders and said, "Don't be jealous. This is just a farewell between seekers. Besides, Qiu Zhang has Cedric!"

Ginny looked up and looked at him suspiciously: "You mean, if Cedric wasn't around, you'd have the idea - ugh!"

……

Ignoring the onlookers from all the teachers and students in the school, he kissed the most beautiful girl on the team in public. As a result, he was left behind by the girl's brother, who was also the captain of the team, to organize the equipment, put the brooms away and send them to the equipment room, while everyone else went back to the common room early to hold a celebration party.

"Ginny, you're such a jerk. You don't even speak up for me..."

While Harry was muttering to himself, he took out a linen handkerchief from the cupboard and dipped it in tung oil to smear the broom handle.

The season of this academic year is over. If nothing unexpected happens, these brooms specially used for the competition will not see the sun for the next few months. It is best to fully maintain them before locking them in the cabinet, otherwise they will be eaten away when you take them out next semester.

After maintenance, seal it in the cabinet and count it again...

After making sure there were no omissions, Harry walked out of the equipment room, locked the door, and cast an anti-locking spell.

"If Voldemort or a Dark wizard gets into the castle again, they won't be able to get their hands on the broom."

Harry shook his head smugly, turned around and slowly walked back to the castle.

"In fact, Professor Quirrell cursed you in the stadium, remember?"

"Principal Dumbledore?" Harry looked surprised.

Ever since talking to Loren, he had been wanting to find Dumbledore to continue the topic of living Horcruxes, but with too many things to do near the end of the semester, plus the Apparition exam and the Quidditch final, he had been delayed until now.

Blame it on Ron!
If it weren't for that crazy training plan, he wouldn't have fallen asleep as soon as he returned to the dormitory every night.

"The game was very exciting, especially the last trick of Plumpton's Back Copy, which can definitely be rated as one of the top ten of the year." Dumbledore walked beside him, wearing a gray magic robe, with his fluffy beard blown by the wind. "Do you want to become a professional player and bring your talent to a bigger stadium?"

"..."

Harry paused, feeling that he had grown a lot, especially in terms of patience. If it were a few years ago, he would definitely not be willing to engage in such small talk with the headmaster: "Thank you for the compliment, Professor, but I would rather be an Auror."

"Given the Ministry's expansion plans, your chances are great."

"Speaking of the Ministry of Magic, sir, I want to talk about Voldemort." Harry felt that he had mastered the skill of getting to the point. "After leaving the headmaster's office that night, I thought a lot of things through. Loren told me..."

Dumbledore listened to his story quietly, relief flashing in his blue eyes and the wrinkles on his face smoothed out.

"Sir, is there any news about the other living Horcrux?"

"Severus wrote me back last week. He found nothing unusual about the snakewood in Ilvermorny, except that the branches and leaves were not as dense as in previous years. Agilbert invited me to visit him during the summer vacation. I will take a closer look then."

"If the snakewood is indeed fine, how do we find the remaining Horcrux?"

"Then we can only rely on wisdom or the favor of the goddess of luck."

Harry couldn't help but frown and looked at the old professor suspiciously, suspecting that he was not telling the truth.

Dumbledore winked at him and said, "Don't worry, I know a friend who is friends with the goddess of luck."

"..."

Harry fell silent, feeling that he wasn't that patient either.

Shaking his head, Harry temporarily put aside the question of finding the Horcrux and looked up at the professor: "Sir, I want to know if there is any way to safely destroy the soul fragment in my scar. Loren said it was too troublesome to explain, so he asked me to ask you..."

Dumbledore had a complicated expression when he heard the second half of the sentence: "Harry, do you remember the amulet your mother left you?"

"I remember," Harry nodded and said softly, "the ancient magic that deflected the Killing Curse and destroyed Voldemort's body, making me the Boy-Who-Lived..."

"That is the power of love, a power that transcends any magic."

Later, Dumbledore used blood ties and family affection to continue this protection, which is why Harry returned to the Dursleys every year.

"But I'm going to be 17 this year." Harry's voice was low, revealing a gentle nostalgia.

"I am going to tell you now that this power will continue to protect you." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Remember, Voldemort took your blood when he was resurrected, believing that this would make him powerful, but Voldemort knew nothing about love, and he never understood love."

"I don't know."

"That magic should have dissipated when you came of age, but Voldemort absorbed a small portion of the spell left behind when your mother sacrificed herself for you. The magic that was originally used to resist him flowed through his body. This almost paradoxical conflict caused the magic to undergo incredible changes. His body made the spell never disappear. As long as the spell exists, you will not die."

"It sounds like..."

Harry was completely stunned, his eyes widened, his expression somewhat horrified: "Horcrux!"

(End of this chapter)