Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 919: The note in the locket, the furious Voldemort

Not long after Professor McGonagall left, the entire Hogwarts was in motion.

Even though it was already night, all the professors rushed over from all directions as quickly as possible.

"Oh...Minerva..." Slughorn panted and ran downstairs, coming to Professor McGonagall's side with heavy footsteps and huffing breaths.

"Minerva...can you explain why you suddenly wake up the students now that it's very late?"

"For safety's sake," said Professor McGonagall.

"Safe... okay." Slughorn rubbed the exquisite silk pajamas on his body and looked around, "Does Severus know? Why didn't I see him?"

"There is no need to bother our principal with this little matter," Professor McGonagall said.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the silver tabby cat Patronus broke into all the professors' offices, except the most important principal's office.

"I'm sorry for waking everyone up." Professor McGonagall held the wand in her hand. "I think the person who cannot even be named may be coming soon. Before that, we must ensure that all students are sent out safely. Go to the castle."

Sprout gasped and subconsciously took two steps back. As a result, he stumbled and almost tripped.

"Sorry, Filius," she said quickly.

Professor Flitwick rubbed his shoulders. He was also shocked by the news brought by Professor McGonagall. He was completely unaware of the actions of the people around him, otherwise he would have been able to avoid it.

But Flitwick didn't care.

"What should we do?" he asked in a sharp voice: "You must know that no matter what we do, we can't keep the mysterious man out, right?"

"It used to be like this." Professor McGonagall said, her eyes flashing, "But Kyle just brought us good news. The man was injured."

"Injured?" Professor Flitwick exclaimed, "Are you sure?"

"Of course, Professor." At this time, Kyle came over from not far away.

"I didn't doubt what you meant." Professor Flitwick composed himself, "But this news is so shocking. Can you elaborate on it?"

"As far as I know, about three times."

Kyle thought for a while, "The first time was when the Death Eaters attacked the Ministry of Magic a few months ago. At that time, the mysterious man and Professor Dumbledore had a big battle abroad, and he stole Professor Dumbledore's wand. , but it also paid a huge price.”

"Then in Godric's Hollow, I saw half of the mysterious man's body was blackened by Professor Dumbledore's magic.

"The same half of the body was burned again by the powerful fire curse not long after."

Every time Kyle said something, the professors around him gasped and hissed.

The main reason is that they spend most of their time in Hogwarts Castle, and the only ways to get information are from the Daily Prophet and chats with colleagues. Before that, they really didn't know these secrets, especially the latter two. .

"During that time in Godric's Hollow, was Dumbledore there?" Professor Sprout murmured doubtfully, "I never heard him mention it at all. What's going on with Li Huo?"

Professor McGonagall knew more than them, but he was not very clear on some details.

According to Kyle's description, she thought for a moment and then said: "It should be a weather spell."

"What?"

"That time in Godric's Hollow," she said, "Albus probably used weather spells and combined with the runes to create thunder. This was his specialty.

"Remember? That's how the group of thieves who broke into Hogwarts thirty years ago were caught. Those lightning strikes that appeared out of thin air made more than twenty wizards instantly lose their ability to resist."

"Oh, I remember." Professor Flitwick said, "I had just joined Hogwarts not long ago, and I was really envious of his skills."

"The power is amazing." Kyle also said: "At that time, the mysterious man was a little awkward when walking.

"Coupled with the Fire Curse after that, I dare say that the mysterious man's current state must not be very good. He didn't even dare to show up when the Death Eaters attacked the Ministry of Magic, even if Dumbledore was dead."

Listening to Kyle's words, several professors were all lost in thought... If you look at it this way, now is indeed the best chance to eliminate the mysterious man.

"But Kyle..." Slughorn, who finally regained his breath, said, "In this case, how could that person who cannot even be named come to Hogwarts? He should know very well that magic is better here. The department is more dangerous.”

"If I were him, I would definitely find a place to hide. Dumbledore is dead anyway... Hey, don't look at me like that. I'm just stating a fact."

Slughorn looked at the eyes of the professors in the week and hurriedly explained: "What I mean is that his biggest opponent is gone, and there is no need to be so anxious to deal with Hogwarts."

"Theoretically, that's true." Kyle smiled, "But I gave him a reason to come."

"What is it?"

"This." Kyle took out the Ravenclaw diadem, "Professor Slughorn, you should be familiar with things like Horcruxes."

Slughorn's face suddenly turned pale, he subconsciously took two steps back, and said hesitantly: "Listen, I've heard of it."

Of course he knew, or it was because of his teachings that Tom Riddle learned to make Horcruxes.

In order to cover up this fact and avoid being silenced by Voldemort, he even modified his memory and hid everywhere.

Could it be...

Slughorn couldn't help but look up at the crown... and the next second, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Fortunately, there is no trace of a Horcrux on it.

"I didn't expect that the mysterious wizard in the newspaper was actually you." Slughorn regained his confidence, "Do you think the mysterious person wants to get the crown and make it into a Horcrux?"

Looking at the pretentious Slughorn, Kyle did not reveal his intentions. He just shook his head and said: "He does have this idea and has already done it. He made the crown more than ten years ago. Became his own Horcrux."

"This is impossible!" Slughorn blurted out: "Horcruxes are not like this at all."

"That's because the soul fragments inside have been cleaned up." Kyle looked at him and smiled: "Mr. Nicoléme's workmanship is very good, right? It looks like new."

The crown shone brightly, just like the professors' eyes.

Although they knew that a memory of Lady Rowena Ravenclaw had been preserved, they were still a little excited after seeing the diadem.

Deans like McGonagall and Sprout were better off. They knew a lot of inside information from Dumbledore in advance.

But it was different for the professors of general subjects. Ever since Kyle took out the crown, their eyes had never moved away.

"Nicholas Flamel..." Slughorn clutched his chest, feeling like Kyle knew something.

"A cleaned Horcrux shouldn't be enough for the mysterious man to be fooled." He changed the subject and said, "Even if he takes it back, it will be useless."

"But the mysterious man doesn't know that this thing has been cleaned up." Kyle shrugged, "Don't you know that the soul fragments are independent of each other and can only be sensed when they are close enough.

"And the mysterious man has not yet been resurrected when we clean the crown. There is no way he knows that one of his Horcruxes has been destroyed."

"Ah, yes, that's right." Slughorn hesitated, "I'll call the Slytherin students right away."

He hurried away, as if afraid that Kyle would reveal some of the stupid things he had done the next second.

"When did Horace become so active?" Professor McGonagall said, "Well, I suggest that everyone gather the students together and meet in the auditorium.

"Most students have to withdraw, but if there are adult students who want to stay and fight, I think they should be given that opportunity."

"Agreed." Professor Sprout had already walked towards the door, still muttering: "Poisonous tentacles, devil's net, biting cabbage and the like..."

Professor Flitwick also followed her, his steps heavy, but with a little expectation in his eyes.

"Injured mysterious man, maybe we can really win this time." He murmured to himself, and couldn't help but look back at the crown in Kyle's hand.

As the headmaster of Ravenclaw, he knew more than other professors. He originally thought that Dumbledore would lock the crown in the principal's office, but unexpectedly, he actually gave it to Kyle again.

In other words, this is Ms. Ravenclaw's decision...after all, she herself is somewhere in the castle.

I just don’t know if she will help this time.

That was Ravenclaw, the smartest witch in history, one of the founders of Hogwarts, and she had countless honors... Thinking of this, Voldemort and the Death Eaters suddenly seemed less scary.

"Oh, no, we can't place our hopes on wizards from thousands of years ago." Professor Flitwick shook his head and quickened his pace.

Soon, only Kyle and Professor McGonagall were left around.

"I still want to confirm." Professor McGonagall said, "Will the mysterious man really drag his injured body to Hogwarts because of a Horcrux?" "Maybe not one, but what if there are many." Kyle said, "We don't just have one crown here, he will definitely come."

"when?"

"I don't know." Kyle said, "It depends on when he realizes that all his Horcruxes are gone. I left him a clue. He should be able to realize it."

…

"oh!"

At the same time, in a room at No. 12 Grimmauld Place, Harry suddenly woke up from his sleep, his pajamas soaked with sweat, and even his hair became wet.

But he didn't care about this. As soon as he sat up, he couldn't help but cover the scar on his forehead with his hand.

"Bang!"

The door to the room was pushed open from the outside.

Sirius walked in anxiously from outside, "I just heard your scream, what happened!"

He held his wand and looked around cautiously, not daring to take it lightly even if he knew it was safe enough.

"No, it's nothing, it's just...I just dreamed about Voldemort."

"What did you say?"

"I dreamed about Voldemort." Harry rubbed the burning scar on his forehead, feeling as if a knife had been inserted there.

He hadn't felt this way for a long time since he learned Occlumency.

"What did you dream about..." Sirius frowned and asked.

"No, he was very angry." Harry covered his forehead and tried to recall the scene in his dream just now.

He saw Voldemort leaving Knockturn Alley and going to Gringotts, where he killed many goblins.

Then the screen seemed to flash for a moment, and Voldemort appeared in a cliff cave again, sitting in a ghastly boat, speeding across the dark lake...

Then he was startled awake.

"Listen to me, Harry." Sirius put his hand on his shoulder. "Whatever he wants to do, it doesn't matter."

Harry was stunned for a moment, "Why do you say that?"

"Because we have received news that he is likely to attack Hogwarts." Sirius said quickly.

"No, Hermione and Ron are still at school."

"So we must rush there immediately." Sirius said, "Hurry up, Remus is already waiting, we will set off now."

"Okay!" Harry said immediately.

He rolled out of bed, but before he could stand still, a burst of painful anger rushed over Harry's head, and his head felt like it was going to split.

In an instant, he looked down and saw a pale and withered hand. It was Voldemort's hand. He was holding an open locket with a note inside.

Harry tried hard to see the writing on the note clearly, but he couldn't. It was as if the burning scar kept distracting him. He could only barely make out what seemed to be three letters on the note.

R.A.B.

"Harry, Harry...are you okay?" a voice said, and Harry came to his senses and found himself sitting on the ground, Sirius holding his arm.

"You scared me just now, did you see him again?"

"Yes." Harry nodded and asked subconsciously: "Sirius, do you know what R.A.B. means?"

"R.A.B?" Sirius shook his head, "It sounds like an abbreviation of a name. In fact, it is the abbreviation of my brother Regulus, but you probably don't know him, right."

"I don't know." Harry thought for a moment and realized that he did not know the name Regulus.

"What did you just see?"

"A cave in a cliff, Voldemort is inside, and he is holding a locket, and this is written inside."

Harry didn't notice that when he talked about the cave and the locket, Sirius started to tremble all over and his eyes were covered with mist.

"Can you...can you tell me more carefully?" He asked cautiously: "What does that cliff cave...look like..."

"It's very dark." Although he didn't understand why his godfather was interested in that cliff cave, Harry still said truthfully: "There is also a dark lake, and in the middle of the lake is a stone basin, where Voldemort got the pendant. box."

"Haha, hahaha!"

Sirius burst out laughing, startling Harry.

And his laughter got louder and louder, even attracting Lupine outside.

"Sirius, what's wrong with you?"

Sirius did not answer him, but looked at Harry, "How did Voldemort react? I mean after he saw the locket."

"Very angry," Harry said. "I saw him destroy the entire cave, and the falling debris filled the dark lake."

"Wait, you just said you saw..." Lupine stared at Harry, "You peeked into the mysterious man's mind again, right? Dumbledore should have told you, this is a very dangerous thing, you You may only see what he wants you to see.”

"I know, but I think it's true this time." Harry said, pointing to his forehead, "My scar only hurts when Voldemort is really angry. I felt like I was about to burst just now. "

"Hahaha, great, haha!" Sirius's loud laughter interrupted the two of them.

good?

The corner of Harry's mouth twitched.

I mean, is it a good thing that he's about to burst? To be able to make Sirius so happy.

And while he was laughing, he was still mumbling something:

"Regulus, you succeeded. He saw what you left and became furious because of it. This is your purpose, right?"

Of course Sirius knew about that cave. A few years ago, he brought Regulus back from there with the help of Dumbledore and Kyle.

He also knew that the Horcrux stored in the cliff cave was fake. The real one had been replaced by Regulus long ago and should be in Kyle's hands now.

And according to Harry, Regulus also left a note in the fake to taunt Voldemort.

It really was him. Voldemort's expression must have been wonderful after seeing the note.

"Lupin, Sirius, what's going on?" Harry asked softly.

He felt that his godfather suddenly became a little nervous. Could it be that there was something special about that cave?

"I don't know either." Lu Ping shook his head.

The matter of Regulus was considered a small secret. In order not to expose the fact that Voldemort's Horcrux was destroyed in advance and make him aware of it, Sirius had been holding back from revealing the truth.

He didn't even say anything about Lupine or Harry.

But it doesn't seem to be needed now.

Sirius waved his wand vigorously, his expression cheerful, as if he had wanted to do this for a long time.

There was a clicking sound outside, as if something fell.

Harry and Lupine hurried out and found a portrait in the hall, next to Phineas, even larger than the headmaster's portrait.

In the portrait was a young man, somewhat similar to Sirius, but his expression was more serious, or rather gloomy.

Harry could tell at a glance that he was a Slytherin because most Slytherins had this expression.

"Sirius, who is he..."

"Regulus Black." Sirius said, "The R.A.B you see is actually the abbreviation of Regulus Black. He is also the person who left that note."

"It's him?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Yes." Sirius wiped the corners of his eyes, with an indescribable sense of relief, "Let's go to Hogwarts first, and I will tell you everything later."

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(End of chapter)