From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

"The effect is really good! You must be Professor Snape's best student, right?" Madam Pomfrey, the head nurse, looked at the steam coming out of the little wizard's ears with satisfaction, and turned to praise Ivy, "Ten points for Slytherin, no! Twenty points! Sorry, child, this is the most I can offer."

Ivy used the wizard's hand and the automatic crucible to brew a lot of stimulants and sent them to the school hospital. At that time, Madam Pomfrey was worried about the cold patients who occupied all the beds.

Her stimulants were exhausted, but the little wizard lying on the bed needed her care, so she was too busy to brew potions. Ivy, who came with the stimulants, was undoubtedly a timely help.

Ivy opened the Destruction Grimoire and found that his experience value had increased a little bit like a mosquito leg. Compared with the experience value that can be obtained from campus tasks, his character level is already too high.

He nodded to Madam Pomfrey and was about to say goodbye and leave, but heard a noise in the corridor.

Madam Pomfrey put down the things in her hands and walked out angrily: "Please be kind! The patient needs a quiet rest environment - God! What happened to him?"

The door of the ward was opened again, and several professors entered one after another. Snape and Dumbledore were the first to walk in, followed by Professor McGonagall, and Filch, covered in blood, floated in the air.

"He was attacked by Potter." Professor Snape answered briefly.

"Severus!" Professor McGonagall shouted dissatisfiedly, "We don't know the truth of the matter yet, Mr. Potter is just a suspect."

Professor McGonagall's voice became lower and lower, because she found that there were many pairs of curious eyes looking out through the gaps in the curtains of the bed.

Dumbledore directed Filch to float to a bed and explained to Madam Pomfrey: "The wound has been healed with white spice essence, but he is still in a coma, probably because of excessive blood loss. If he wakes up, please notify me as soon as possible."

"Okay, Headmaster." Madam Pomfrey nodded in response, and then began to check Filch's condition.

"Mr. Doom? What are you doing here?" Professor McGonagall spotted Ivy standing by the door.

Ivy glanced at the injured on the bed and replied, "Professor Snape asked me to help make a stimulant before, and I just brought them here."

Professor McGonagall looked at Snape, who nodded and agreed with Ivy's statement.

"Minerva, Severus, Mr. Potter will be left to you." Dumbledore had already left the bedside and turned to everyone and said, "Come with me, Ivy, I just happened to have something to talk to you about."

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"How did Filch get injured?" Ivy asked, sitting in Dumbledore's office.

He looked up at the old and ugly phoenix Fawkes, who was sitting on the branch. This big bird was about to be reborn, and now this appearance was one of the few ugly days in its long life.

Ivy thought this year would be a peaceful year, but he didn't expect that bloodshed would occur on campus just one month after the start of school. In the past, the first person to suffer should be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, but this year it was the old Squib Filch, which was a bit abnormal.

Dumbledore sighed: "Harry said he was bitten by 'bad luck'. But no one except himself has ever seen the 'bad luck' he mentioned."

Ivy frowned and thought: "Could it be that Sirius Black really escaped from prison? But shouldn't Ron's pet mouse Scabbers be the one who suffered in that case?"

The plot of the dog catching the mouse was originally supposed to happen in the third year. Could it be staged this year?

Ivy suddenly thought that it was not impossible for Sirius to escape from Azkaban, because he just lacked the motivation to escape, not the ability to escape. Sirius, who could transform into an Animagus form, could avoid the senses of the Dementors and could escape at any time as long as he wanted.

If he suddenly realized that rotting in prison was not a redemption for his sins, and Harry, who lacked companionship and family affection during his growth, was more pitiful, then it was not that there was no reason to leave Azkaban.

If Sirius really just came to Hogwarts to see his godson, then it is very likely that he has not yet discovered the existence of Peter Pettigrew.

Ivy frowned and thought for a while. Should I catch the mouse now? Ivy was going to use it to lure out Voldemort. If Sirius accidentally discovered it, the mouse might not be able to survive.

"Ivy!" Dumbledore called softly, "Have you thought of anything?"

Ivy came back to his senses, shook his head and replied: "No... I just don't quite understand what's going on. Did Harry summon the 'bad luck', or did the 'bad luck' find the people around him."

"I don't understand either." Dumbledore smiled, "But my experience tells me that sometimes you just need to wait, and the truth of the matter will come to light."

"Okay, I didn't ask you to come here for this." Dumbledore changed the subject, "If Voldemort really made many Horcruxes, where would he keep them?"

Ivy certainly knew where these Horcruxes were now, but he still pretended to listen attentively.

"Is it possible that his followers, the Death Eaters, hold one or two of them?" Dumbledore put his fingers together, "Professor Snape reminded me."

The golden cup and the diary, exactly two.

But Avi was calm on his face, and asked, "Then this Death Eaters must be trusted by Voldemort. After all, this can also be regarded as a part of his soul to others."

Dumbledore's eyebrows frowned, looking up at Fox's bald butt: "You are right, he must trust this talent very much ..."

"I doubt whether he has trusted others." Ai Wei said slowly, "I have escaped as a wandering soul for more than ten years, but I have never appeared in front of any Death Eaters. Little Qiluo "

"Maybe ... because the Death Eaters he trusted was locked into Azkaban." Dumbledore's eyes were on, "Just, I plan to go to Azkaban to visit someone."

Dumbledore did not say he was going to visit who, and Avi couldn't guess, anyway, it was not a Death Eaters who were still loyal to Voldemort.

"Do you need me to go with you?" Avi Mao then recommended himself. He also needed to confirm that Sirius Black was still not in prison.

"I am afraid it won't work, Avi." Dumbledore replied, "Fuji may not be willing to see a little wizard who is not on the list."

"Well, I waited for you to share good news for me." Although it was a bit regrettable, Avi didn't show it from her face at all.

The old principal laughed again: "I just came to share something from you -some memories."

Dumbledore got up and walked in front of a small bottle shelf. The silver substance that was uncertain in the bottle was the memory of the wizard with magic.

Avi knows that most of the memory is about Voldemort. Since he has been raging in the wizarding world for the first time, Dumbledore has begun to try to find out his past.

Dumbledore picked and picked on the shelf, and finally chose a bottle.

"I think I might find a Voldemort's Horcrux." His slender fingers shook the crystal bottle, and the silver memory rotated back and forth. "This memory belongs to Mo Fen Gargat, Voldemort's 舅."

It's a resurrection stone. Avi immediately thought of the answer.

No, to be precise, it is the family biography ring of the Gente family. The resurrection stone is just the decoration on it.

Dumbledore poured the memory in the bottle into the meditation basin, and pulled out the wand and stretched it in.

"I can collect this memory. Merlin is really blessed. Mofen Gente was held in Azkaban because of some crimes. I just died from him and was buried in prison. Next. "Dumbledore made a" please "gesture in the meditation basin.

Avi stepped forward and explored his face into the stone basin.

It seemed to fall from the void, stopped after a while, and Avi looked at the surrounding scene.

The ground is dirty and chaotic, and it is still dark around, as if there is no lighting at all.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

A few seconds later, Dumbledore also fell down: "This is the old house, located in Little Hankon."

Here is even more dirty, messy, and worse than Ivy. Everywhere is moldy, and the ceiling is covered with spider webs. Perhaps it is beneficial to this. There is no fly in the room.

A man was lying on the only well -intact armchair in the room, and he was rotting with the whole room. Ivey noticed that he was wearing a gold ring on his hand. The ring noodles were black gems. Perlier's decoration, which is the logo of the dead sacred instrument. The triangle represents Harry's stealth jacket. The internal circle is the resurrection stone, and the vertical line represents Dumbledore's old wand.

"That's Moffin Gente." There was a heavy knock on the door with Dumbledore's voice.

Mofen Gente woke up from his sleep, grabbing wands and short knives from him.

The tall and black hair, and the handsome teenager Voldemort came in. If it was just a rough description of the appearance, Aiwei found that he was almost like himself.

But everyone who has really seen them knows that these are two completely different people, and the two facial features are very different. The appearance of Voldemort will make him feel proud and cut, and Avi is more willing to show his self -confidence and calmness.

The two people in the house began to use the snake guy cavity.

From his mouth, Voldemort learned that his father was a Muggle, and his mother was a sad woman who stole the treasure and left home. The two broke out with a quarrel, and then darkly struck.

Avi and Dumbledore's body rose empty, and returned to the principal's office in a blink of an eye.

"Getting the Soul Curse?" Avi asked.

"My guess is not much different from you. No matter what magic it is, Mofen Gente has lost his memory." Dumbledore sat down on the chair again, and asked curiously, "You can be able to be able to Understand the snake cavity? "

"It's not just a snake, I can communicate with all the animals." The Specialty of the Sweline Scholars gave Avi the ability to choose 1 ring spell in the Yin Yin poet's method. Animal conversation is Avi. "The Royal Magic Book" learned the snake guy's cavity, but there is no need to tell Dumbledore.

"The great talent." Dumbledore admired, and then said, "I think you must notice the Slytherin pendant box in their conversation?"

Ivey nodded. Mofen Gente charged Voldemort's mother -Meropp Gente in his memory. When he ran away from Muggle, he stole Slytherin's pendant box.

"That is the heirloom of the Gaunt family. Marvolo Gaunt, the father of Morfin and Merope, values ​​it and another treasure very much." Dumbledore continued to explain the relationship between them, "It is worn on Morfin's finger, a gold ring of the Gaunt family."

"When Morfin woke up the next morning, Voldemort had already left the Gaunt old house and took the gold ring with him."

"A murder occurred in Little Hangleton. A total of three people died, old Riddle and his parents. Investigators from the Ministry of Magic found Morfin, and he confessed to the crime he committed. Through the detection of the flashback spell, the Ministry of Magic determined that Morfin's wand released the killing curse, which was the murderer. The murder weapon of the old Riddle family. So he was thrown into Azkaban and died there. The only thing that made him uneasy was the gold ring taken away by Voldemort. "

Dumbledore's hint was already very obvious, and Ivy felt that he should express something: "So, do you think that ring is Voldemort's Horcrux?"

"Obviously." Dumbledore pondered for a moment, "A murder of three people is enough to make a Horcrux. But I'm not sure... Voldemort was still in school at that time, and I didn't expect him to be exposed to such evil magic so early. "

Dumbledore, who didn't see the diary, couldn't believe that Voldemort had that kind of madness when he was still in school.

But the gold ring was already the second Horcrux made by Voldemort.

"What do you want me to do?" Ivy asked.

"Let's go to Little Hangleton, the old Gaunt house, the Riddle House, and the place where the murder took place. Maybe we'll get something." Dumbledore sighed, "It doesn't matter if we don't find anything. At least, we still have a lot of time."

"Let's go now?" Ivy asked again.

"Don't be so anxious," Dumbledore said, "Wait until I come back from Azkaban, and find a weekend."

"I don't have to go to class now." Ivy reminded.

"Oh! I forgot." Dumbledore laughed, "Then wait until I, a poor old man, have time... Once a person has a little fame, there will always be endless paperwork to do..."

"Like Lockhart who replies to fans?" Ivy raised his eyebrows and teased.

Dumbledore laughed: "A large part of the time I spend in the office is indeed occupied by writing letters non-stop."