A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

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The gold locket suddenly stopped trembling, and the crazily twisted gold chain lost all its strength and smashed on the table. Immediately afterwards, with a crisp "click" sound, its small golden cap popped open.

They saw the internal structure of the locket. Behind the two small glass windows, there was a live eye blinking. It was dark and bright, clear and bright. Harry felt that if it were not sealed in the small box, the owner of the eye 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 ran Occlumency.

"... Felix Hayp, I know you, I can sense everything around me, what's in the book you read here on the first day? Don't deny it, I see your most urgent desire, strong , Eternal life, beyond death-you want to be the next me."

"Who is this?" Harry cried, and Sirius took him back a few steps, and said complicatedly: "It's Voldemort. I didn't expect him to hide himself in an egg box."

Harry opened his mouth wide. Is this the one he met in first grade? Compared to sticking to the back of Quirrell's head, his life is much worse now.

The owner of those eyes in the locket is still whispering: "You have this potential, why don't we cooperate? We rule wizards and Muggles together... And I, the greatest wizard ever, would like to share with you what I am immortal. Secret-Horcrux."

Something like a soap bubble twisted and appeared, and a human figure rose from the top of the locket. It was a pretty handsome young man with thin cheeks, shiny black hair, and tall. He smiled affectionately and opened his hands. Arm, seemed to want to hug Felix.

But his feet were still in the locket, and he couldn't get out at all. He smiled more cordially, and said in a soft tone: "It's better to start from now on, from this moment, on the path of immortality... Need to gently wave the wand, there are two trivial sacrifices over there."

But Felix said calmly, "I thought you would have a better opinion, Tom. Close it, Harry."

"What?" The red light in the young Voldemort's eyes flickered. If he hadn't been staring at it all the time, he might have thought it was an illusion. He raised his voice and still tried to convince him calmly: "You don't know what you missed, I'm going farther than anyone on the road to immortality, joining hands..."

But Harry had already made a "hissing" sound. The next second, the lid of the locket was closed, and the black mist of hatred surged and dispersed, and the image of Voldemort disappeared abruptly.

Harry's heart was beating violently, panting, he really thought Voldemort was about to jump out and fight them.

Felix picked up the locket, knocked it on it for a long time, and finally put it in his pocket, "I'll give it to Dumbledore," he said emotionally, "The principal hasn't touched one yet. I have seen three of them."

They sat on the sofa again, each without speaking, Kreacher grabbed the door and said tremblingly: "Mr. Haipu, will you destroy it? This is the last command left by Master Regulus to Old Kreacher. "

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

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

Harry calmed down and asked curiously: "Voldemort mentioned Horcrux just now, what is that?" His eyes jumped between Sirius and Felix, hoping to get an answer, and instinctively told him that he He had already peeped into the secrets of Voldemort very deeply.

Sirius also looked at Felix.

"The Horcrux... a very evil type of black magic that splits the soul and stores the soul fragments in something. This thing is called a Horcrux." Felix simply explained: "As long as the Horcrux is returned Now, 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 had transcended death and split the soul, which is really evil."

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

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

"Yes."

"Then if we destroy the locket now, will Voldemort silently die in a dark corner?" Harry said divergently, and he was particularly excited about the idea.

"It's unlikely, Harry. He has made more than one Horcrux, only two of the Horcrux I saw and destroyed, and Dumbledore is still looking for more information." Felix Say.

Harry heard it for a moment. "You have been doing this? Against Voldemort?" He didn't know anything about it.

"It's Dumbledore who has been doing this. He has been actively pursuing the past that Voldemort tried to hide," Felix said, "and I just happened to happen."

"Harry, even when you sleep, the world is still moving, but you haven't seen it."

Harry nodded, he knew what the professor meant, he didn't need to take the responsibility on himself, he was just a little impulsive, not stupid. The professor had told him the function of the Horcruxes, so he wouldn't fail to think about it. Before the Horcrux was completely destroyed, he would try to confront Voldemort.

He exhilarated, feeling that he had one more task in his life. If Voldemort's Horcrux still existed when he graduated, he could spend his entire life pursuing it.

It's not bad to think about that future, especially since this road is not lonely, with Dumbledore and Professor Haipu... Maybe there are more people, and Harry's mind came to mind.

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

Felix was amused. "Are you treating your soul as a cookie? You can break it at will, or you can drop the scum?" He thought about it for a while and said, "Actually, I can't be sure." The book does not state the limit on the number of Horcruxes. Perhaps the writers did not expect that future generations would be so crazy."

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

"Well, weird question," Felix tilted his head. "But the book says it hurts. I haven't tried it myself. Maybe Voldemort doesn't care?"

"Okay," he stood up. "Come here first today, Harry, we should go back." He looked at Sirius again, "The time we agreed on will not change."

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

Dumbledore was still flipping through the papers, and after hearing Felix's intentions, he looked at the locket carefully.

After watching it for a long time, he took off his glasses wearily and wiped them 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 the story he had heard from Haoqi. The story itself is very simple. Almost fifty years ago, Voldemort, who was a clerk in Bokimbock, visited a very wealthy witch, Hepziba. Smith, the master of Hao Qi, died suddenly two days later.

"There are two points worth noting in this incident. One is that with the death of Hepziba, her two most precious collections also disappeared. They happened to be the relics of the four founders of Hogwarts— -Slytherin's locket, and Hufflepuff's gold cup."

"Voldemort did it." Felix said very sure.

"Yes, it took Hepziba's family a long time to determine this, because she has a lot of secret hiding places and always takes her collection very seriously."

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

"Yes, it's an obvious scapegoat, but Hao Qi herself admitted that she put something in the hostess's cocoa tea, and later found out that it was not sugar, but a rare and deadly poison. The verdict said she was not deliberate. Murder, but dim-eyed—"

"Her memory has been tampered with?"

"I'm glad we reached an agreement," Dumbledore said. "Hao Qi's current state is not good. I am 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 passive at the time. I can only raise doubts about the case itself..."

Felix also found it difficult. There is no evidence now. Everything is logically deduced. However, Fudge was shocked just now and wondered if he had the courage to reject Dumbledore again.

The two turned to talk about other issues-

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

"This is really a headache. From what I know about him, Voldemort will find a meaningful number. Three, seven, nine, and thirteen are all possible~www.readwn.com~ I have to be sure of his thoughts. , To find some supporting evidence. Besides, we don’t know whether he accomplished the predetermined goal on the night he went to the Potter couple's house..."

In other words, the number is uncertain, and it is also uncertain whether it is completed or not. Felix has a number seven in his heart, but he did not speak, saying it is useless, Dumbledore still has to explore and verify it himself.

But he thought of one thing, "Ravenclaw's crown, Slytherin's locket, Hufflepuff's golden cup... Dumbledore, will Gryffindor's sword also be a Horcrux?"

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

Coming out of the office, it was drizzling in the sky, and Felix stepped on the moist soil, still recalling the appearance of the Hufflepuff Golden Cup that Dumbledore had just deformed.

Dumbledore's words were a bit harsh: "It's strange to say that you and Voldemort are really related. Maybe you will run into other Horcruxes in the future. It's best to let you see what the golden cup looks like."

Felix couldn't help but slander. You are only married to him. Wouldn't Dumbledore want to give him the job of dealing with Voldemort?