days at Hogwarts

Chapter 737 Clues to the Living Horcrux

The boy who survived the disaster slowly came to mind. His pale cheeks were filled with color again, like the blush after stopping intense exercise. The gloomy temperament that lingered about him completely dissipated. Although there were only many tiny changes, he looked inexplicably more pleasing to the eye.

"Um……"

Harry's expression was still a little confused. When he came to his senses, he found that he was leaning back slightly. Hagrid's palm as big as a palm fan was gently resting on his back, and the warm warmth supported him.

Loren was holding a thin wand, standing on the right, with Hermione frowning slightly beside him, and Ginny and Ron on the left, holding his arms and clutching his sleeves, their eyes full of worry.

Seeing Harry's scattered eyes gather and focus again, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Loren waved his hand in front of his eyes: "Do you remember who you are?"

At this moment, Harry's brain was restarting. The fragments of Voldemort's soul, wrapped in heavy memories, brought him an unprecedented shock. When he saw the inscription on the Mirror of Erised, it seemed to have touched some nerves, and the vague memories emerged bit by bit.

Harry was stunned for a moment, staring at the figure in the mirror: "I seem to...see Voldemort's memory."

Ginny clenched her hands tighter, her eyes concerned.

"Any clues about living Horcruxes?" Hermione tilted her head to look at the mirror. At this moment, in the eyes of an observer, the scene in the mirror was no different from that outside.

"Not now." Harry shook his head. The blood vessels near the scar on his forehead swelled and twitched, itching and hot. "I want to try again."

Loren quietly looked at the scar on his forehead. The magic there was reacting weakly but actively, like a moth that had fixed its body, flapping its wings and making a fluttering sound. "Are you sure?"

"No, I will definitely not get lost again this time."

Harry slowly stood still, took out his wand again, and looked at himself in the Mirror of Erised. As his mind changed, the face with green eyes, black hair and glasses gradually turned into a sinister man with a snake face and no nose. Looking at the pair of vertical pupils, he silently said in his heart:
"Legilimency."

Ripples began to appear on the mirror surface, like ripples on a lake. The reflection in the secret room swayed and disappeared, and those figures gradually disappeared. The Mirror of Erised presented an image that had never been seen before.

The night deepens and the world gradually becomes quiet.

In the courtyard of a single-family house in Brooklyn, New York, a figure lies on a recliner, his eyes half-open and half-closed, with only a slit left looking at the night sky. It is unclear whether he is resting or meditating.

There were three people sitting on the sofa in the room behind the courtyard. They were Lucius Malfoy, Augustus Rookwood, and Rodolphus Lestrange, the core figure of this group of Death Eaters.

The whole house was quiet and depressing...

Loren thought for a moment, stretched out his wand and tapped the mirror lightly, and a subtle sound came from the mirror. It was not some profound magic. The Mirror of Erised was showing Harry's perception. Harry could hear the sound in his mind, and he just made the connection more stable.

In the mirror image, Death Eaters would occasionally knock on the door to report something, but they would lower their voices and be brief in their reports, not daring to disturb Voldemort who was recuperating from his injuries.

On the night of Easter, the traitor Snape colluded with Dumbledore and framed the Dark Lord. The injury was more serious than expected. The flames burned the flesh and left a curse. The healing spell did not work and the potion was weak. The Dark Lord could only remove the stubborn magic attached to the wound bit by bit. From then on, the Death Eaters began to lie dormant and escape, waiting for the Dark Lord to heal his injuries.

Having witnessed that the Dark Lord could be defeated head-on and suffer injuries that were difficult to heal, some Death Eaters had thoughts that they shouldn't have, and were captured by the Dark Lord and fed to snakes when passing through Albania. Living people were entangled and eaten by countless poisonous snakes before their eyes, which devoured their flesh and sucked their blood and brains. The shrill screams have shocked all doubters until now.

Now those who stayed in this house were devout and loyal Death Eaters, or rather, smart and sensible Death Eaters. Lucius glanced at the two people beside him and whispered, "We sneaked into this country using Muggle means, and we will not be noticed by the Magical Congress of the United States of America. However, Dumbledore has arrived at Ilvermorny, and he must have obtained clues from other channels. There is no sign of exposure yet, but we can't wait for them to come to us. The master's injuries have not healed yet, and we must think of a solution." "Solution?" Rodolphus said expressionlessly, "Do you have any suggestions?"

"Not yet, but we must be prepared, or at least discuss it together." Lucius looked calm, as if he was just asking casually, "Speaking of this, where is Bellatrix? I haven't seen her for a long time."

Rookwood's eyes moved slightly, he looked at him calmly, and continued to remain silent.

"She has another mission, keep it secret for now."

"..."

"Harry, do you know where they are?" Ron asked in a low voice. Knowing that the people in the mirror were at least thousands of miles away and couldn't hear them, he subconsciously held his breath and lowered his voice.

Harry also lowered his voice and answered, "I don't know."

Loren and others were not surprised.

This is spying through Voldemort's perception. Just now, the passage was found with the help of those things, so some past memories were spied on with their help. Now Harry didn't dare to go deep into Voldemort's memory. For a legendary dark wizard who is proficient in Legilimency and Occlumency, this is just a petty and sneaky spying. If the excavation rashly touches the memory, it would be like a robber breaking into the house.

There has been some gain so far, at least we know that Bellatrix is ​​carrying out a secret mission.

Hermione narrowed her eyes and studied the mirrored room, searching for any signs with words on them, searching for the shape of the building that appeared at the end of the courtyard.

"Where are the Horcruxes, the living Horcruxes?" Ron continued to ask.

Harry shook his head, looking somewhat helpless.

Loren poked his arm gently. Influenced by these two people, he said softly: "You don't need to snoop into Voldemort's memory to find the Horcruxes. The other Horcruxes have been destroyed. You just need to connect to the remaining soul fragment..."

Loren pointed to the scar on his forehead, then to the Mirror of Erised in front of him.

Harry showed a dazed expression, waved away the image in the magic mirror, stared directly into his own eyes that had reappeared, tried to search his brain, and activated Legilimency at the same time.

The reflection in the mirror began to ripple again, turning into a hazy, dim silver mist that kept swaying, and the image changed again.

The people in front of the mirror waited for a long time, but this time there was no new image on the mirror. It was pitch black, even darker than the inside of the secret room they were in. There was no outline or color of any object, just pure darkness.

"Is there something wrong with the mirror?" Ron turned to look at Harry. "Or is there something wrong with your Legilimency?"

"I feel successful." Harry blinked.

Just as they were staring at each other, a voice suddenly emanated from the dark mirror. It was as if it had been blocked by a thick wall, and was slightly distorted, but the sound was still clear. Two of the voices were very familiar.

It was Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Snape.

(End of this chapter)