days at Hogwarts

Chapter 717 This encouragement sounds really encouraging

Harry took a sip of orange juice in an attempt to calm the uneasiness in his heart. He only felt a chill flowing from the tip of his tongue into his stomach. The fresh sweetness could not bring him any comfort. He opened his mouth and asked in a low voice without any confidence:

"Before you start speculating about who might have been made into a Horcrux by Voldemort, could I ask if it could be the snake tree at Ilvermorny?"

"That snake tree is indeed very special..."

Loren thought and recalled, "According to 'Ilvermorny: A History of the School', the snakewood wand was originally made by Slytherin himself, and was stolen by Isolt Sayre, a collateral relative of the Gaunt family and later the founder of Ilvermorny, and taken to the United States. Gormlaith Gaunt went to retrieve it, and during the fight, she used Parseltongue to give the snakewood wand a dormant command.

"Although they defeated Gormlaith Gaunt afterwards, Aesop Searle could not awaken the wand because she did not understand Parseltongue, so she buried the wand in the back hills. Not long after, a snake tree grew where the wand was buried."

Harry glanced at Loren secretly, thinking that couples who spend a long time together will really be influenced by each other. He nodded and said, "It has historical significance, right? Voldemort worships Slytherin so much. If he had chosen the Gaunt family ring and Slytherin's locket before, there would be no reason for him to let go of such a snake tree that is related to Slytherin and has special significance. Moreover, it meets the definition of a living thing."

"But the snake tree is too conspicuous." Loren shook his head slightly. "Voldemort's soul has reached its limit. The living Horcrux is his last hope for his soul. Out of deep fear of death, he will not place his last hope on a conspicuous snake tree, not to mention that the professors of Ilvermorny and the experts of the Magical Congress of the United States have checked it several times."

At this point, Loren paused, searching through the distant memories deep in his mind, and added thoughtfully, "The Horcruxes that were previously hidden or entrusted to others for safekeeping were all destroyed. Voldemort is extremely conceited and fears death. He certainly wouldn't trust his last hope to others or other places. I guess he will find a way to protect the living Horcruxes under his eyes."

"Sounds reasonable."

Harry echoed and began to recall some of the small magical animals that Hagrid had talked about. He inexplicably thought of the Puffballs that Ginny had once raised. After witnessing those cute guys catching spiders and cruelly sharing the food, Ginny could no longer look at them directly and caress them affectionately, so she had to hand them over to Hagrid.

"This living being carrying the soul fragment must obey Voldemort's orders, will not flee on its own, and has a certain ability to protect itself. It may be one of the Death Eaters..." Loren changed the subject, "It may also be an uninformed wizard, such as a random witch in a cloak in a Fengya clothing store, or a spectator of a Quidditch match. Considering that Voldemort attaches great importance to the sense of ceremony, perhaps the headmaster of Ilvermorny or an official of the American Magical Congress is more likely.

"If they were made into Horcruxes like you, without knowing anything about Voldemort's soul, and were able to live and work normally, they might even provide relevant information unconsciously..."

Harry felt the cold orange juice absorbing his heat, and even a thin layer of cold sweat appeared on his back: "If Voldemort really did this, then how can we find the Horcrux?"

Loren took a sip of orange juice and shrugged his shoulders: "I don't know, Dumbledore might have a way. Now I can only think of getting Professor Trelawney drunk and asking her to make a prediction."

Harry felt that it made sense for Loren to be sorted into Gryffindor. At least in this case, he couldn't make jokes in such a relaxed tone: "What do you think of Veritaserum or Legilimency? There are no other clues at the moment. Maybe we can get the truth directly from Voldemort's mind?"

"Veritaserum and Legilimency, the most powerful dark wizard in history..."

Loren was about to praise his humor when he paused and looked at Harry thoughtfully: "In fact, if it were you, there might really be a chance."

"I originally intended for Dumbledore to cast the spell, but I think I understand what you mean."

Harry opened his eyes slightly, with a faint light in them: "You mean, my soul is entangled with Voldemort's, and this connection has built a kind of channel. We have used this channel to see each other's memories... Maybe I can use this connection to spy on Voldemort's memory of making and hiding the Horcruxes."

"That's not what I meant..." Loren sighed. "Strictly speaking, you just saw some meaningless images when his emotions fluctuated violently. As a master of Legilimency, Voldemort even controlled you to give a lesson from hundreds of kilometers away. I am pessimistic about your plan."

"Hey, I have mastered the art of occlumency now, which can completely prevent him from snooping and get rid of his control!" Harry retorted unconvinced. "In fact, until now I am not sure whether you have really mastered the art of occlumency. According to Dumbledore's theory, Voldemort no longer invades your mind, just because it is full of love. Voldemort is...you know, "allergic" to this kind of sticky emotion."

Loren paused, then added, "But Voldemort did rely on Occlumency to isolate you from prying eyes. He had mastered it by the time he was in his third year."

Harry's eyebrows gradually drooped. Although he didn't want to admit it, the fact was that he was indeed not good at magic such as Occlumency and Legilimency.

"But I encourage you to try. Your fate is intertwined with Voldemort's and influences each other. In the past ten years, you have thwarted his plans many times. From a dimension that has never been touched by magic, you are his nemesis. Fate is such a wonderful thing. Perhaps you can really break through the layers of defenses and enter his mind, and find out the memory of the living Horcrux."

Loren took the last sip of his orange juice, put down his teacup, prepared to wash up and go to bed, and stood up to go to the bathroom.

"..."

This encouragement sounds really encouraging.

Harry stuck out his tongue at his back.

At this moment, Loren suddenly turned around and looked at Harry who looked serious: "By the way, if you have any questions about Legilimency, you can always come to me."

"I will, Professor Morgan."

……

Principal's office.

After finishing writing his replies to Fontana and Severus, Dumbledore looked at the remaining stack of letters, twisted the thickness with his fingers, and silently wrote down a reply to the International Confederation of Wizards on tomorrow's schedule.

I spent five minutes cleaning up Fox's loose hair, and the remaining two hours trimming the split ends of his beard and doing some minor maintenance...

The night outside the window is getting darker.

After a busy day, the headmaster of Hogwarts was finally going to take a break. Dumbledore made a cup of hot cocoa, sat in a chair and sipped it. Just as he was about to fall asleep, there was a knock on the door.

"Dong dong dong."

"Please come in."

"Draco, what do you want from me at this late hour?"

(End of this chapter)