Hogwarts: From Luna's family to god

Chapter 61 Voldemort's Blood Magic

Vizet recalled Voldemort's plan and guessed: "Voldemort's backup should be blood magic... It was only after he left school that he really mastered this magic."

"Blood magic?" Dumbledore's tone revealed a bit of curiosity, "Did he use blood magic when he devoured the soul fragment?"

"Tell me the process in detail! When I came back to Hogwarts, I first dealt with several threatening magical creatures and didn't get here in the first place."

"Okay!" Vizet recalled the situation at that time, "Tom Riddle wanted to use a set of blood magic to break free from the shackles of the Horcrux and become an independent individual."

"Tom Riddle originally believed that this set of magic came from the Parkinson family... and based on the ideas of this set of magic, he created a body that could move and cast spells."

"It's Voldemort now and in the past!" Dumbledore sighed, "Voldemort can see through Tom Riddle's thoughts, but Tom Riddle may not be able to see through Voldemort."

Vizet Zette nodded, but still couldn't help laughing, "They are... quite good at fighting each other, and they want to devour each other to become the only one... If they can cooperate..."

"I think... they won't cooperate." Dumbledore's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, "Voldemort is a very proud person..."

"Tom Riddle should look down on Voldemort and think that Voldemort did too badly. He obviously has such a strong power, but he was defeated by a baby..."

"Voldemort is the same. He will think that Tom Riddle's power is too weak and not worthy of being on par with himself. It is better to devour him directly to enhance his own power."

He sighed deeply, as if he thought of something, "Maybe some people can reconcile with the past and even work together... But Voldemort is definitely not such a person!"

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Wizer nodded. After all, things have already happened, and there is no need to dwell on this issue too much;

Dumbledore is absolutely right, otherwise Tom Riddle and Voldemort would not think of each other as devouring each other.

Even though Tom Riddle was at an absolute disadvantage later, he did not choose to compromise, but wanted to use the Patronus Charm to backfire, trying to summon maggots to devour himself and prevent Voldemort from getting what he wanted.

Vizet returned to the previous topic, "The reason why I speculated that it was blood magic is because it involves blood and flesh. Later, Tom Riddle also mentioned that Harry's bones were needed..."

"Putting these together, that is, the relationship between blood and body, plus Voldemort's own special soul state, just constitutes all the elements of blood magic."

"Blood, flesh and bones." Dumbledore frowned slightly, "It's a very clever combination. Your judgment is correct. It does look like blood magic... What materials did he use for the final guidance?"

"The pure blood of mother and child, which is squeezed at will, can allow the soul to be reborn..." Vizet repeated the spell at that time, "Here, the pregnant unicorn is used 's blood. "

"The flesh of innocent people is deliberately cut off to preserve the soul... Many poisonous snakes and several rune snake eggs are used here. "

"If you want to use Harry's bones..." Dumbledore pondered the possible spell, "The spell should be... The bones of the enemy are deliberately removed so that the soul can be attached..."

"It's really full of traps... This set of blood magic is extremely unstable. It is very suitable for pulling out the soul, but it can't make a strong enough body... The materials used are too dangerous!"

"But this also gives us a warning. Voldemort is really trying to resurrect..." Dumbledore looked at the unconscious Harry on the side, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"If you want to get a strong body, you can use powerful materials in the early stage of potion brewing... But the materials used for guidance should be traced back to the source..."

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"Trace back to the source?" Vizet took out a notebook and wrote down these words.

He subconsciously associated the original spell, and suddenly understood why Dumbledore looked at Harry.

Now it seems that Harry is the so-called "hateful person";

If Voldemort is going to take action next, Harry will become a key link.

Thinking of this, he tentatively asked: "Principal Dumbledore, do we need to..."

"We need to think about it in the long run..." Dumbledore waved his hand, "This blood magic is very important, it's like a double-edged sword..."

"I need to re-weigh it before I can determine the next step... Short-term protection may not really solve something..."

Vizet nodded in agreement. Dumbledore was right. Voldemort himself was the root of the problem;

It is said that it is better to loosen than to block. Even if we continue to strengthen protection, there will be a possibility of a slack. We still have to find a way to solve Voldemort to end everything caused by it.

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Dumbledore exhaled, a smile appeared on his face, "So what happened next? The previous spells and guidance were fine..."

"But the actual situation is that Tom Riddle was devoured by Voldemort. What happened during this period? What is the last spell and guidance?"

"The thread tracing back to the source, waiting to be thrown in, can make the soul complete again..." Vizette recalled the spell, "According to this spell, he put a silver thread into the crucible."

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"Professor Snape told me that ancient wizards would summarize what kind of material is based on the color, appearance and shape of the material."

"I also made a similar judgment and first judged this silver thread as a memory... and then extended it. With the skills taught by Lockhart, I successfully completed the prying."

"It turns out that I was not wrong. The silver thread is indeed a memory. The similarities between them and the places that can be traced back to the source can only be memories."

"Very clever, it's always right to be cautious!" Dumbledore stroked his beard, "That's what I would say... that blood magic is extremely unstable."

"Voldemort took two real materials and an illusory memory, and instantly changed the nature of blood magic."

"Illusory memory...actual materials...it turns out that there is such a thing!" Vizet suddenly realized and quickly wrote this point in his notebook.

"Principal Dumbledore, can I say this... similar materials can form a stable structure... improve the success rate of blood magic?"

"You can understand it this way." Dumbledore nodded, "but we still have to make the most appropriate judgment based on the actual situation."

"I understand!" Wizette nodded, "Only when we know enough can we make effective judgments..."

"If everything depends on intuition and talent, accidents will easily occur. Professor Snape mentioned this to me."

Chapter 62 Be yourself and make progress every day

Harry had a dream, a very beautiful dream.

He was wrapped in a swaddling cloth, next to a warm fireplace, which was not only warmer than the Dursleys' house, but even warmer than the fireplace in the common room.

In front of him was a woman with long crimson hair, and the woman's eyes were also emerald green. She coaxed him softly and hummed a lullaby to accompany him to sleep.

He also saw a man whose hairstyle was very similar to his. If Aunt Petunia saw such a hairstyle, she would definitely say that - the hair was as messy as a chicken coop!

There was a noise in the hallway, a man's voice, "Lily, take Harry and run! It's him! I'll stop him..."

It was a harsh spell, "Avada Kedavra!"

The warmth around him disappeared, except for a burst of scorching green light and the muffled sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

The beauty disappeared, completely disappeared in the bumpy upstairs.

Harry was placed in the cradle, and he saw the complex eyes of the woman, desperate, fearful, and determined...

At first, fear and despair were revealed. As the woman opened her arms and wanted to protect him completely, despair and fear had disappeared, leaving only strong determination.

The woman can do only this now, "Don't kill Harry... Please... Kill me! Have mercy... I can do anything..."

The harsh voice wanted to say only this, "Avada Kedavra!"

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"Dad! Mom!" Harry woke up in the green light and opened his eyes suddenly.

He rubbed his eyes full of tears and dust, and finally saw the two figures in front of him, "Principal Dumbledore... Vizet?"

"Voldemort is back! I saw two Voldemorts!" He jumped up and shouted like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"And Lockhart!" He noticed Lockhart lying on the ground, and kept gesturing with his hands and feet, "He... is the accomplice of the young Voldemort!"

"He brought me here... a big crucible, put a lot of snakes in it... and then Voldemort was resurrected, two Voldemorts!"

Dumbledore patted Harry, calmed him down, and said gently: "Good boy, everything has been solved!"

Vizet took the wand in Lockhart's hand and handed it to Harry, "This is your wand."

"Thank... Thank you!" Harry touched the wand tightly, feeling the familiar touch, and his heart finally settled down a little.

Fawkes the Phoenix appeared and led them back to Hogwarts Castle.

Even with such a magical travel experience, Harry did not feel excited at all. His brows were slightly furrowed and his lips were tightly pursed, which was quite like Professor McGonagall.

"Zombie Floating!" Dumbledore waved his wand and let Lockhart float behind him.

He looked at Harry who remained silent, "Harry, are you feeling unwell? Do you want me to take you to the school infirmary?"

Harry raised his head and looked at Dumbledore's kind face. For some reason, he suddenly thought of the dream just now, the dream that destroyed his home.

He shook his head slightly and asked in a frustrated tone: "Am I a very useless person?"

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Dumbledore smiled slightly and threw the question to Vizet, "Vizet, what do you think? I think the same as you."

"Ahem..." Vizet coughed twice and asked back, "Why do you think so?"

"You saved me again... I actually know..." Harry sighed, "You also saved me last school year..."

"I watched Voldemort resurrect and fainted... Just like that time, I couldn't do anything... I could only watch..."

"Did you really do nothing?" Vizet asked again, "Think carefully, compared to the last time, what progress have you made this time?"

"Progress?" Harry's tone was full of doubt, "Have I really made progress?"

Vizet said softly, "Of course, there is progress that can be seen with the naked eye."

"I don't seem to have done anything..." Harry said in an uncertain tone, "That... young Voldemort named Tom Riddle..."

"He wanted to catch me... use me to block something... and then I resisted, but failed... Is this also considered... progress?"

Vizet continued to ask: "So what did you do last time?"